Page 23 of Smitten With My Brother's Best Friend
“So what, Tay? He’s your rebound. We both know you’ll always come back to me. You need me. All right, fine, I’ll leave you to have fun with him. I’ll be waiting for you back at our house in New York.”
I step forward to beat some sense into him, but Taylor stops me.
“No, Terry. My house, my apartment that I paid for. If I get back to New York, I had better not see you there. I’ll have you arrested if I do. Clear out all your shit, and I never want to see you again.”
That’s my girl.
“Are you crazy! What the fuck do you expect me to do? Where the fuck do you expect me to go?” he asks, gripping his hair in annoyance.
He looks like he’s two seconds from losing his shit. It’s almost making me feel sorry for him, but if he even moves closer to Taylor, he’s dead.
“I don’t know, Terry. And I don’t care. You’ve done enough. You’ve mooched off me enough.”
He steps forward and reaches for Taylor, so I step in front of her and shove him on the chest, and he falls to the ground.
Weak. I didn’t even push him that hard.
When he stands again, he’s close to livid. He lunges at me, and when I step out of his reach, he whirls and throws a right cross at my face. I’m quicker though, and slide back, so it whips past me. There’s no way I’m getting punched twice in one day.
Then I punched him, hard and in the gut, for being the wimp who couldn’t take a hint.
“She said she’s done, so just fucking go!” I yell in his face.
He clutches his belly and raises his torso, so he’s standing erect again.
“You don’t understand. Taylor’s my girlfriend. We’re meant to be together.”
I look back at my girl, and she looks sick. Like she can’t believe she dated someone so deranged.
“I’m only going to say this once, so listen carefully. Taylor Miller is mine now. She’s with me, and if I see even your shadow near her. I’ll kill you. I give you my word on that. Now fucking leave!”
I shove him back until he’s out the door and then close it in his face. I lock it, but he continues banging on the door repeatedly. I move back to Tay, and she’s continuously wringing her arms nervously, and I cup her cheek.
“Hey, hey. It’s fine. I’m here for you,” I say soothingly until she calms down.
Terry seems to have left the front of the door since it’s quiet now. I hug Taylor and kiss the side of her head.
“You need to file a restraining order against him,” I tell her after a while.
She groans.
“I know. I’ll do that once I’m back in New York.”
And then she smiles up at me to let me know she’s fine. Of course, she is. My girl is fucking strong.
After a beat, Taylor punches me in the chest.
“Ow,” I say, even though it didn’t hurt.
“That was a tad bit possessive, don’t you think?” she asks, referring to my little display when I kissed her earlier. “Especially since we don’t even have a label for what we are.”
“We’re dating,” I bite out.
I see her smile form.
“We are?” She asks.
“Yep. You’re my girlfriend now, and you aren’t ever getting rid of me, baby.”
