Craving The Wrong Brother novel Chapter 6

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~~SLOANE~~

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I can’t believe this.

Three hours on a plane. An hour stuck in that miserable Asheville airport. All to find Finn tongue-deep in Delilah Crestfield?

Finn has the audacity to look guilty.

“Sloane, I’m so sorry you had to see this—”

“Sorry?” I cut him off, my voice trembling with rage. “I expect you to have a modicum of self-respect, Finn. That woman is getting married in two days, and you're making out with her?”

“Would you rather he make out with you instead?” Delilah asks.

“Don’t do that,” Finn snaps at her.

“Why not? She’s miserable because no one wants her. That’s why she spends her life trying to control yours. You’re old enough to do whatever you want.”

"Old enough? You both are acting like children," I say. “What’s the plan here, Finn? Sneak around behind her fiancé’s back? Screw her in the honeymoon suite while poor Hunter’s passed out?”

Delilah laughs like this is all some kind of twisted joke. Her engagement ring flashes in the light, something obviously expensive, which only makes my blood boil hotter.

“Delilah’s leaving Hunter,” Finn says, looking confident.

But Delilah frowns. “No, I’m not. Where did you get that idea from?”

“We just kissed.”

“So? Doesn’t mean I should call off my wedding.”

“That's exactly what it means, Lila.”

“Are you serious right now? The wedding is happening, Finn.”

I watch the hope drain from Finn's face in real time, replaced by hurt.

This is killing him. And it makes me mad. When will he ever learn?

“Take your manipulative, cheating self out of here,” I spit at her.

Delilah smiles. “Or what?”

“You enjoy this, don’t you? You enjoy torturing him. You enjoy dangling yourself in front of him, knowing he’s too in love with you to see what a sick, manipulative game you’re playing.”

Delilah rolls her eyes. “What are you going to do about it? Scold me to death? Jeez. Even Finn is tired of your scolding, Sloane.”

“Shut that hole in your face,” I snarl, stepping toward her. “Get the hell out.”

“Sweetheart, he’s the one who invited me over. Maybe if you were as hot and as skilled in bed as I am, he’d look your way.”

I lunge for her.

But Knox catches me.

I'd completely forgotten he was here. His arms wrap around my waist like steel bands, pulling me against his chest and away from my target.

"Unhand me, Knox,” I say.

"I can't do that, Sloane."

I struggle against him, fury lending me strength. "I'm going to get very violent with you right now.”

“Let it go, Kitten. Let them be.”

Kitten? “Why the hell would I do that?” I ask.

“Because they need to sort things out between themselves. Your presence is only going to make things worse. Let's give them some privacy.”

I want to argue. I want to scream. But he’s right. And I hate that he’s right.

So, I let him pull me away.

I can hear Finn’s voice behind me, soft and broken as he pleads with Delilah not to leave. It makes me want to throw up.

By the time we reach the living room, I feel like I’ve been set on fire from the inside out. I drop onto the couch, fuming.

Knox sits beside me, stretching out.

“Is that how dramatic you usually are?” he says. “You were making it painfully obvious, by the way.”

“Making what obvious?”

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