Page 86 of Unravelling The Beast

When he leans forward, he places his elbows on the table with his hands clasped, and he strokes his thumb along his bottom lip, drawing my attention back to him.

"How the fuck do you know, Arlo?"

"I live with him."

His brows crease for a split second before arching.

"Wait, you're Cree’s new nanny?"

I offer a slight nod, and he relaxes back again, laughing slightly.

"Wow, what a small fucking world!"

"How are you related to him?"

He sighs and glances away, raising his brows.

"He's my half-brother. I am our father's ‘love child’."

My mouth drops open in shock before I respond.

"What? I had no idea he had a brother, only a sister."

"Yeah, like I said, ‘love child’. Nobody wants to talk about me."

My eyes ease at that comment because I feel like it came from somewhere that hurts and I continue on gently.

"So, do you ever see or speak to Arlo?"

He gives a slight shrug of his broad shoulders.

"Of course. He is my big brother after all, but it's not as if many people can actually talk to him these days."

I nod in understanding before returning my attention to him.

"And how old are you?"

"I'm 25."

"So, how old is Arlo?"

As he speaks, he smirks and elevates his chin.

"You don't even know the age of the guy you're fucking?"

I close my eyes briefly, hoping he wouldn't know that, but it seems gossip travels fast in this family.

"He's 28, Wren."

When I look at him, he smirks, clearly teasing me, so I lean in and stare straight into his eyes.

"If you fucking hurt her, I swear to God.”

He keeps the mischievous smirk on his lips while tilting his chin up.

"How can you pass judgment on me and Lily when you're fucking someone like Arlo Hayes?"

He leans in close to my face as my eyes blaze into his.

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