Page 71 of Corrupt Me

“Ev?” His gaze narrowed, taking in the rumpled sheets, my evident nakedness, and Tristan’s disheveled appearance. To anyone walking in, it would be clear what Tristan and I had been up to.

I swallowed the numerous lies springing to my lips.

What was the point?

I had no reason to spew excuses or justify my being here.

Tristan came up behind Preston, and my gaze flicked to him briefly.

I lifted my chin, schooling my tone and keeping it level with a disapproving chill. “What are you doing here?” I said to Preston.

Ignoring me as he was so fond of doing, his head whipped to his brother. “You didn’t. Tristan, for fuck’s sake, tell me you didn’t. Not her.” Something broke in his pitch, which wasn’t fair…not after he broke me.

Silence followed, thickening the air like a dense fog.

“You fucking promised,” Preston hurled like he was throwing a sharpened dagger at his brother.

My attention snapped up. “What promise?” I interrupted before either of them had a chance to say anything else.

The fools just stared at me, both with thin, closed lips.

That wasn’t going to fly.

“What fucking promise?” I said again more forcefully, my temper hiking as I clutched the sheet to my chest and climbed out of bed.

The Malone brothers had a way of always making me feel like I was left in the dark. They had secrets. I suspected most siblings did, but I couldn’t shake the feeling their secrets somehow involved me.

“It was nothing,” Preston said, clipped and short.

“If it was nothing, then there’s no reason why you can’t tell me. Is there?” I pushed, standing a few feet away, pinning them with an expectant glare. “Haven’t you kept enough from me?”

The disgust in his features shifted a fraction into something of sadness. “Ev, how could you do this to me?”

My spine stiffened, and I stood taller in front of him, my throat burning. “You!” I shrieked. “How about what you did tome?”

“So, you slept with my brother for revenge?” Preston accused.

This night was turning out to be one nightmare after another. A slick, icky feeling crawled over my skin. “Believe it or not,youhad no part in my decision. And I never said we slept together.”

With his fingers clenched at his sides, Preston’s jaw tightened. “I’m not an idiot.”

This might not have been the right moment to butt in, but Tristan never cared about timing. “She’s had a rough night. Let her be. If you want someone to beat up on, I’m standing right here.”

“So, it’s my fault you broke your promise?” Preston poked his brother in the chest.

Tristan leaned on the wall just outside the bedroom appearing unbothered. “You’re words, not mine. I’m not the one dangling a pregnant girlfriend under her nose.”

Preston’s cheeks reddened. “You’ve got a lot of nerve judging me. You fucked my girlfriend after we made a pact never to sleep with the same girl.”

Tristan blinked, his lashes the only thing that moved on his body. “She isn’t yours. Not anymore. And you never slept with her. I didn’t break shit.”

“You couldn’t wait to take my place.” Preston threw his hands ungracefully into the air. “Hell, it didn’t even take you a day, did it?”

Tristan dragged a hand down his face. “Go home, Preston, before you say more shit you’ll regret.”

“Did you know she wouldn’t sleep with me?” A manic laugh bubbled out of him. “Dumb question, considering you just fucked her. Was she a virgin as she claimed?”

Tristan moved, slamming his brother into the wall. “Enough,” he gritted between his teeth, dark smoldering shadows chilling his eyes. “If you want to feel sorry for yourself, go right ahead, but do it in your dorm. Go cry to the girl you knocked up. I’m sure she’ll be all too eager to comfort you. Better yet, call one of the dozen other girls you have saved in your phone for a good time.”

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