Page 65 of The Wrong Brother

Something about the way he minimizes her makes me furious, though I try my very best to hide it. “She’s also on track to become a world-renowned model now,” I point out, narrowing my eyes. “She’s not just the chauffeur’s daughter anymore, Brett. The least you could do is take her somewhere befitting that. She deserves it.”

“World-renowned?” Brett snorts, leaning forward with that trademark charm that works on everyone but me. “You’re joking, right? It’s for some brand I’ve never even heard of. But it doesn’t matter…model or chauffeur’s daughter…you know I’m soft for her. I didn’t see her that way. It’s just safer while I try to figure out my own head. You haven’t forgotten, have you? About all the extensions before you two left for Rome. I still want the chance to figure it out before it’s too late.”

I stare at him, not even knowing how to address his comments. I decide, ultimately, to play it safe before the wrong thing comes out of my mouth.

“Tod’s is a significant brand,” I counter sharply. “I arranged that opportunity for her. It’s a solid foundation for her career.”

For once, Brett looks momentarily thoughtful. “Well, that’s a relief then. Knowing you’re looking out for her takes a load offmy mind. You’ll make sure she’s got what she needs, right? She’s got a great support system, thanks to you.”

The casual praise does little to temper my growing irritation. His interest in Jenny feels too familiar…transient, superficial, just like all the others. It’s his pattern: infatuation that burns bright and fizzles out, leaving nothing but a trail of discarded hearts in its wake. But this time, the thought of Jenny being part of that trail gnaws at me, stirring something sharper than I care to admit.

“What’s the plan for dinner?” I ask, keeping my tone neutral.

“I told the chefs to whip up something nice…stuff she likes,” Brett says, leaning back in his chair, the picture of smug satisfaction. “And for the occasion, I grabbed a bottle of Château Margaux. You know, that ridiculously expensive vintage you keep stashed away in the cellar like it’s some kind of holy relic. Figured this was as good an excuse as any to crack it open.”

My pen halts mid-stroke. I glance up sharply, my gaze locking on him. “You took the 2005 Margaux?” My voice is calm, but there’s an edge to it.

He grins, unbothered by the quiet fury simmering beneath my words. “Yeah. Don’t worry, big brother, I’ll savor every drop for you. It’s not like you were ever going to drink it anyway.”

“Generous of you,” I mutter, the words clipped as my hand tightens around the pen. That bottle isn’t just expensive; it’s irreplaceable. A symbol of discipline and patience…qualities Brett has never possessed.

“Oh, and I’ll pick her up a little something too,” he continues, completely oblivious to my growing irritation. “Maybe a nice Hermès bag. Women like that, right? Something understated but elegant. It’ll show I pay attention.”

I lean back in my chair, studying him. His cavalier attitude grates on me, but what stings more is the ease with whichhe talks about Jenny, as if she’s just another fleeting interest. Another accessory to add to his collection.

“And the dinner?” I ask, keeping my tone neutral.

He shrugs. “Something light but fancy. Chef’s got it under control. Maybe some grilled seabass with that citrus glaze she liked last time. Toss in a side of those roasted vegetables she raved about. You know, keep it classy.”

“You seem to have it all figured out,” I say, my voice heavy with forced indifference.

“Don’t I always?” Brett quips, flashing a grin that’s too self-assured. But then, as if sensing the weight in the room, his expression shifts, softening into something unfamiliar. “Look, Zack, I know you don’t approve of my... let’s call them ‘adventures’, but you don’t have to worry about Jenny. I’m not going to screw this up.”

I arch an eyebrow, unimpressed. “You’ll forgive me if I don’t share your confidence.”

His grin falters, and for a brief moment, the mask drops. “I mean it,” he says, his voice quieter now. “I like her. A lot. I’m not going to mess with her. Like I told you, she’s like family. I’m serious about this, and if I find out it’s not a good fit, then I’ll ensure things end amicably.”

“Amicably,” I repeat, my voice edged with disbelief. “Is that even possible when it comes to relationships?”

Brett laughs heartily at this, his easy charm shining through. “Probably not, but I’m sure Jenny will be fine.”

“Maybe she will, and maybe she won’t,” I say evenly, my tone hard enough to make him pause.

For the first time, he notices the shift in my demeanor, his grin fading into uncertainty.

“What do you mean?” he asks, his brow furrowing.

“I’m saying,” I continue, “I think she deserves someone who tries. Someone who really tries. So, if you’re going to do this, then really do it. Don’t hurt her.”

He nods, but I’m not convinced he understands yet. And I need him to understand…so violently, I almost can’t contain myself.

“Jenny loves you, Brett,” I say, my voice steady though it feels like shards of glass in my throat. “She has her whole life. If being with you makes her happy, then the merger doesn’t matter. I need you to focus all your attention on this…on her…and make it work.”

He stares at me, stunned. “Y-you’re serious about this.”

“I am,” I reply firmly.

His eyes narrow, his shock refusing to wane. “Wow… I… I’m shocked. I thought you’d be furious…like before. I still can’t believe you’re willing to risk the merger. Did I hear you wrong just now?”

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