Page 354 of Breaking the Rules
Chapter Fifty-Two
Emma
Ishower until I'm raw, but it does nothing to soothe me.
Righteous anger runs through my veins.
Fails to keep me warm.
This stupid raspberry towel just makes me think of Hunter and the hurt in his gorgeous blue eyes.
Fuck him for that.
I change. Disregard ourknock firstrule. Barrel straight into Brendon's bedroom.
He's sitting at his desk with his sketchbook.
Kaylee is sitting on the bed, her legs curled into her chest, her fingers around her Kindle.
Fuck, I don't know what I want to say to my best friend.
She should have stopped him.
Or talked sense into him.
Or something…
Why is every man in my life a hypocritical idiot?
"You don't get a say in who I date." My fingers curl into my jeans. I need to be home. I need to be somewhere else. I need to be in a world that isn't bullshit.
"Em—" Brendon's eyes narrow.
"No. Only people who respect me call me Em." I suck a breath through my teeth. "You don't get to—"
"Maybe we should go." Kaylee slides off the bed. Her lips curl into a frown. Her green eyes fill with concern.
She's worried about me.
About him too.
About being in the middle, probably.
But this isn't her fault.
"You don't get a say in who I fuck." I exhale slowly. Fail to find calm in it. "You don't get a say in my life. Period."
"This isn't about you," Brendon says.
"You warning your friend not to fuck me is about me." I take a step backward. "You can sell yourself whatever bullshit story you have about your noble intentions. I'm not buying it."
"I didn't," he says.
I stare at my brother.
He stares back at me.
"You fucked my best friend behind my back for months," I say.
