Page 62 of You Don’t Kiss Your Brother's Best Friends

I tried shoving myself upward, but she’d already hooked her ankles. Her arms slid over my shoulders as she pulled me down.

“Certain parts of your body aren’t saying no,” she teased, rolling her hips with a mischievous laugh. “In fact, I can feel them saying yes, yes, YES.”

I was riddled with guilt, worried about Andre, wracked with the anxiety of not knowing where Jocelyn was. In short, I’d had enough.

“Evelyn, STOP!”

It was an easy thing, tearing myself physically away from her. I leapt up from the bed so quickly one of her arms snapped back, and in doing so, she sort of punched herself in the face.

Evelyn’s nose turned red, her eyes quickly welling up with tears. But they weren’t tears of sorrow, or rejection, or anything that would let me off that easy. No, these were tears of anger. Anger bordering rage.

“Seriously, Kayden!?” she shouted, and I felt the urge to muffle her immediately. “You’re not into this? You’ve been flirting with me the whole time I’m here!”

“Evelyn—”

“Now that we’refinallyalone, and we have an hour to kill, you suddenly can’t find your balls?”

She was seething. Sniffing. Rubbing at her nose.

“No. It’s not that.”

“Want me to find them, then?” she fumed, getting up from the bed. “Because I can show you where theyshouldbe.”

She approached me again, and this time her intentions were wholly different. I saw revenge in her eyes as her hand shot out, moving so fast it was a blur. The look in those eyes turned to surprise and alarm as I deftly caught it.

“Evelyn, stop!”

Her other hand came next. I caught that one too. Standing there, holding both wrists, I saw her expression grow darker. Her look of incredulity and betrayal had turned absolutely murderous.

“You BASTARD!”

She rocked back and drove forward with one leg, intending upon kneeing me square in the balls. Luckily, the move was overly-choreographed. I turned easily and she struck my leg instead, and together we twisted and fell to the hard wooden floor. Evelyn let out a yelp of pain, and I let her go. She rolled away from me, curled into a ball, and began sobbing.

“Look, you know as well as I do the people we work for are dangerous,” I reasoned. “They’re not going to tolerate this high school bullshit. They’ll cut our throats, throw us in the ocean, and never look back.”

Her body expanded and contracted, as she was wracked with sobs. I almost felt bad, but there wasn’t time for it.

“Raif’s furious at you for getting drunk last night,” I pressed. “The kitchen’s a wreck. Roman Wynter’s due to arrive at any moment; and you know damn well what happens when he gets here. You need to pull it together, and fast. We don’t have time for this shit.”

Abruptly, the sobbing stopped. Evelyn pushed herself back into a seated position and looked up at me. Long strands of raven-black hair masked her vengeful stare.

“You’rethe reason I got drunk last night,” she growled.

I couldn’t deny it. But I couldn’t admit it, either.

“Fine then,” Evelyn eventually spat. Moving slowly, she stood up and dusted herself off. “I had a feeling you were into that bitch,” she seethed. “I knew it the moment she got here.” She shook her head and growled. “Fuck. I’m such an idiot.”

She was still angry, but now it was more of an anger directed at herself. I didn’t know which was worse, to be honest.

“If the kitchen’s in shambles you’d better get your ass downstairs,” she barked, pointing at the floor. “Forget about looking for your girlfriend. You let me take care of that.”

The way she said that last part was ominous. Even more so, because she was suddenly smiling.

“Or maybe we don’t find her at all,” Evelyn shrugged. Her smile grew even more twisted. “That happens sometimes, you know?”

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JOCELYN

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