Page 5 of Irredeemable

“Done,” Jasmine agrees quickly, coming to my side so I can take the selfie and hand it to her to put whatever mushy best friend crap. I swirl the red liquid around the glass as I wait for her to finish.

She sets the phone down and returns to the barstool. “Okay, so the first sighting was around July in the Hamptons.”

“Did they arrive together? Or a chance encounter?”

“Unsure,but they definitely arrived at the white-out party together.”

I purse my lips. “What was she wearing?”

“Tom Ford.”

“Current season?”

She nods her head, her dark locks glimmering under the bright lights of my kitchen.

“Definitely a statement piece. And since then?”

“A couple of outings and every single one of Mrs. Daniels’ events.” Jasmine gives me an expectant look, knowing that is high praise not to be run off by Tanner’s mother.

I finish my drink, pour more, and think about that. My phone dings, and Jasmine’s greedy fingers check the message. I can tell by the shit-eating grin the carefully laid trap worked, and my brother is ensnared.

“Her account is private, but Tanner has posted her a few times. It doesn’t seem that serious.” I admit not wanting to acknowledge how much his mom fucking hates me.

I grab my phone, sliding it away from her and viewing what my brother said. He is the only half-sibling I talked to. He inherited the majority of our father’s business. The rest of my siblings were bottomfeeders and barely scraped together enough cash a month to pay their bills. They had one chance to be in my life without asking for money; the second they did, they were cut off.

Jasmine shrugs, watching as I send her contact information to him. “I may follow her.”

Pausing my carefully worded warning to my brother about hurting myfriend, I narrow my eyes. “And?”

“And…” she trails off before grinning as she pulls out her phone, handing it over to me.

I was hesitant to grab it. “What do you want?”

“You’ll be my wingwoman for as long as your brother is interested?”

Grimacing, I grab the phone and open Madeline’s profile. “As long as you don’t ask me for sex tips, I don’t want to know any intimate details of my brother's cock or how he uses it.”

“Not even if it’s w–”

“Nope. Not anything, or I swear to god I’ll tell him about the stalker you fucked and gave you Trich.”

Jasmine gasps. “That’sa coffin secret,as in we take thatto.the.graveand never tell anyone.” Her eyes narrow. “Don’t forget the one I have on you.”

I smirk. “How could I? You remind me every time I fuck someone new, even though I now know all my siblings’ faces. No more surprise make-outs. Also, let’s not forget that you were the one who dared me to kiss her.”

She giggles and turns my attention back to the boring Instagram hidden behind a private screen. There is nothing interesting about Madeline Waldorf, and her profile confirms it. The problem is that she’s aware of me this time, and I will have to play my game differently.

Tanner

Grippingmycock,Igive it an absentminded stroke as I scroll the album, trying to find the video I want.

The warm water beats at my back as I fist myself and start my favorite scene. Smiling, I squeeze my head before stroking my shaft harder at the AI-generated porn I paid a pretty penny for.

Even knowing it wasn’t Sammie in the video, the uncanny resemblance of her body and voice was too hard to pass up until I got the real thing again.

Sammie lays on the bed, her naked body on display as her red nails trail down her toned body. Her fingers open her pussy up, showing off the glistening pink flesh.

“Mmmm. I wish you were here, Tanner.”

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