Page 99 of Three Bossy Boyfriends
Ivy isn’t buying it. “Is there tension between you and Christopher? He is responsible for you and Evan breaking up after all.”
That’s an untruth that I just can’t stomach anymore.
“I’m not upset with Christopher. I knew about him and Evan before. Part of me and Evan saying we were dating as long as we did was to deflect people at the firm away from anything between them. They were hoping Evan would be made partner and then they could start publicly dating.”
Ivy’s eyebrows raise. “Oh. Well, shit. That changes things. So the three of you were all in agreement?”
I nod. “Very much so. But yes, now it’s complicated.”
“What’s complicated?” Fiona asks as she suddenly appears by my side.
I explain the situation again.
Fiona frowns. “Why didn’t you tell us that?”
“Because I didn’t want to cause issues for Christopher. You’ve been flirting with Kyle…I didn’t want to complicate it even more.”
My sister is visibly upset. “You can trust me and Frannie. We’re your sisters. We’re triplets, for God’s sake.”
I sigh and glance down the bar. Where is the damn bartender?
“I’m sorry, okay? I was trying to do the right thing!”
“You never let us in,” Fiona accuses. “Then you’re upset that you think me and Frannie are closer to each other than to you.”
“You are!”
“Because you won’t let us get close to you!”
This is not how I expected tonight to go.
Caroline, Frannie, and Kyle are right up on us now too. They are talking and laughing, but when they hear Fiona, their expressions are immediately concerned.
“What’s going on?” Frannie asks.
“Finley knew that Evan and Christopher were an item,” Fiona says flatly. “And didn’t tell us.”
“Wait, what?” Kyle’s mouth falls open.
Now I just feel like shit.
These women are my sisters, my friends.
“I didn’t set out to lie to anyone,” I say. “It wasn’t like that. I was just trying to help Evan make partner, and then Christopher kissed him in the office and our plans blew up and then I…had sex with them. Both. Together.”
I’m wearing a sweater with my jeans, and I suddenly feel way too hot. I fan myself with my palm as all the women around me react with wide eyes, shrieks, and hands on faces.
“What the fuck, Finley?” That’s Kyle.
Given that Kyle never really swears, I’m a little shocked.
“Why didn’t you just tell us?” Frannie demands.
I hate conversations like this. I hate being vulnerable and feeling emotional, especially because part of me knows they’re right. I jumped into an arrangement with Evan that was impulsive and then, quite frankly, didn’t know what to do, so I just kept going with the original story.
My usual strategy in situations like this is to get defensive and deflect.
But I can’t do that here. These women matter too much to me.
