Page 7 of Bossy Ex's Brother

“Then why did you do it?” I asked him. “If you knew who I was, why did you have sex with me?”

He cocked his head like he was thinking about it for just a second, and then he said, “Revenge.”

It was the last thing I expected him to say.

“What?” I gasped.

He didn’t repeat himself.

I shook my head, trying to ascertain his meaning. “Why do you want revenge on me? I’ve never done anything to you.” He was the one who mocked me the one time we had a conversation.

“You haven’t,” His expression suddenly turned dark, a shadow moving over his eyes. “But your dumbass boyfriend did.”

“He’s not boyfriend anymore,” I told him with a scoff.

“I know,” he said and then glanced at his watch. “You should get going. The place is about to open soon, and it’s gonna be packed with some pretty unsavory individuals. You shouldn’t be here by then.”

No doubt about that, but I didn’t want to leave yet. There was so much animosity, confusion, and embarrassment bubbling up inside me. And betrayal. My body had betrayed me by choosing to even get aroused by this asshole, much less sleep with him.

I didn’t know Luca Rossi well, but I did know that he was not someone I’d ever want to sleep with when I was sober. All the stories Lorenzo told me about his brother didn’t make me even like the guy, and that was before I met him in person.

Lorenzo and I had been having a picnic by our favorite lake at the time, one of the more romantic ones he’d brought me on. I remember being about to kiss him and then getting interrupted by the roar of a motorcycle in the distance. When I looked up, there Luca was, rumbling up without a helmet on a huge motorcycle.

He was tall and lean and had a devil-may-care smile on his face. There was a resemblance with Lorenzo, but unlike the latter, he didn’t have any of the warmth in his eyes when he looked at me. He’d leaned against his bike, his gaze crawling down my body brazenly and then coming back to my face with a smirk as if he found me lacking in some way.

“This must be the broad,” he sneered, and my spine instantly snapped straight. I didn’t know who this guy thought he was, but I wasn’t about to take any insults from him.

“Abroadis a term only sexist idiots use,” I’d told him in a tone as cold as I could manage. “Real men ask for a name. Mine is Jane.”

One eyebrow rose into his forehead, and that mocking smile spread on his lips. “Is that so?”

“It is,” I said, refusing to back down.

He gave me another of those demeaning once-overs. “Honey, I don’t think you’ll know a real man if it bit you in the—”

“Hey,” Lorenzo interrupted, sending his brother a pleading look. “Don’t. She’s important.”

The man stopped whatever he was about to say and turned back to me. He cocked his head as if searching his brain for what to say next.

“Pretty.” That was all he said. For some reason, I found that even more objectionable than if he’d insulted me. It was as if he’d boiled down my entire being, everything that mattered about me, into that one word.Pretty.

Oooh, it infuriated me endlessly, and it took everything in me not to tell him off. In the end, I kept my comments to myself. I was determined to suffer through his company for Lorenzo.

But luckily, he didn’t stay long, taking off on his motorcycle within the next minute. I never saw him again, either.

Until now.

And I’d just slept with him.

All the energy exhaled out of me because I couldn’t even be mad. Just embarrassed and disappointed with myself. He’d seen an opportunity and exploited my weakness. It was just the kind of man he was.

It was my stupidity that had gotten me into this mess in the first place.

I shook my head and turned to leave without another word. I needed to get to the bathroom, clean up, and then get the hell out of this bar.

“Jane.”

Luca uttering my name made me turn back. He wasn’t smiling for once.

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