Page 45 of Falling For My Best Friend's Brother

His thick brows furrowed. “Didn’t Lindsay tell you? I came to your room one night, but you weren’t in. Lindsay answered the door and told me you’d moved on, and that I should never contact you again because you didn’t want to see me anymore.”

Spot on, but what the hell?Lindsay never told me about that. I reeled over that piece of information, finally coming to terms with the fact that my best friend had done what she’d thought was best for me. Because God knew that if I’d seen Michael back then, I would have stupidly run back to him.

Bless your soft heart, Lindsay Coleman.

I opened my mouth to tell Michael that I hadn’t known about his visit when a door slammed so violently, I flinched. Snapping my head around, my gaze locked with Knox’s, and I swear to God, I thought he was going to explode from how enraged he was.

“Knox,” I whispered, following his angry eyes to where Michael was gripping my hand in his. I quickly snatched my hand back, ignoring Michael’s confused eyes as they darted between me and Knox.

“What the fuck is going on here?” Knox asked, his voice calm but stormy as he moved further into the living room. His gaze landed on Michael. “Who’s this?”

I bit my lower lip, strangely feeling like I’d done something wrong, which was absurd because I hadn’t. But I didn’t like Knox's expression.

Michael must have noticed the tension in the room because he suddenly stood to his feet, squared his shoulders, and looked Knox straight in the eyes. “I’m Michael.”

Knox scoffed humorlessly. “Michael, huh? What a pleasant surprise.”

“I hope you don’t mind me asking—” Michael started, but Knox cut in.

“I do mind. Very much.”

Okay. So, he was going to be a bitch about this. What was he angry about, anyway? It wasn’t like I owed him anything.

“Are you Nina’s… boyfriend or something?” Michael asked.

This time, it was me who cut Knox off before he could answer.

“Michael, this is Knox. He’s, uh… Lindsay’s older brother. He’s staying here for now.” Our gazes locked and the look on his face was nothing short of irate. “Knox, this is my ex-boyfriend, Michael.”

Yup. He’s pissed.

I think Michael read the writing on the wall, because he said nothing for a full minute as he regarded Knox and I with a half-confused, half-knowing expression. If he was expecting some kind of explanation, I had terrible news for him.

Knox, on the other hand, was fuming. If he were a cartoon bull, smoke would be floating out of his ears. I sent him a glare, silently telling him to calm the fuck down and not make a scene.

Michael smacked his lips, breaking the silence. “Right. Think about what I said, Nina. And if you want to talk more…” He dipped a hand into his back pocket and fished out a card, giving it to me. “You can reach me at this number.”

I took it from him, inhaling deeply. “Sure.”

Michael obviously didn’t care about Knox’s furious aura, because he took a step closer to me and grabbed my hand. “I really do hope you call me. There’s so much I have to tell you.”

From the corner of my eyes, I saw Knox’s nostrils flare. I nodded, wanting to get him out of here as soon as possible. “I’ll think about it. Goodnight, Michael.”

“Goodnight, Nina.”

No one spoke as Michael left the apartment. When the silence became too much to bear, I started for my room, but Knox ran after me, gripping my arm firmly and turning me around to look at him.

“Are you going to call him?” His voice was low, but there was no mistaking the anger dancing under the surface. What was wrong with him?

I raised my chin, meeting his gaze squarely. “What’s it to you?”

“Answer the damn question, Nina. Are you going to call him?”

I hadn’t decided yet, but it wasn’t likely. Still, it wasn’t any of Knox’s business. “None of your concern.”

“Don’t fuck with me. What did he say to you?”

I tried to collect my arm back, but his grip was too strong. “Let me go, Knox. You’re hurting me.”

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