Ew... I Slept With My 'Bro' For 3 Years?! Well, GO HELL, F*ckboy novel Chapter 2

Chapter 2

I still dragged my ass to work the next day.

Because that’s what an adulte do.

I threw myself into every project I could find. If I stayed busy enough, I wouldn’t have time to think.

That night I was scrolling Instagram when Grayson’s story popped up.

My stomach flipped.

There they were. Faces pressed together. Behind them, fireworks exploding over Disneyland.

Actually, I really into theme parks. And I’d asked him a hundred times to go with me.

But I got his same line every time: “That’s for kids. We’re almost thirty.”

Guess it wasn’t about the age. It was about me.

I kept scrolling.

He looked so fucking happy.

Every memory I thought was ours-he was already making new ones with her.

I didn’t sleep until three.

Anger and heartbreak kept ripping through me in waves.

I didn’t get it.

What did I do wrong? Why was I the one drowning while he got to be fine?!

Christmas was coming. Work made us stay through Christmas Eve to hit some bullshit deadline.

Everyone complained. But I was relieved.

Grayson’s family lived across the hall. Every year our families had dinner together on Christmas Eve.

At least now I had an out.

By the time everyone left, it was past midnight.

Fireworks started going off outside. I stood at the window watching them fade and didn’t realize I was crying until my vision blurred.

Suddenly someone tapped my shoulder.

I spun around. My manager Liam stood there with two coffees.

I wiped my face fast.

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I didn’t expect there were still people who hadn’t left.

Smiling, I took the cup. “Thanks.”

He kept his voice soft. “Why are you still here?”

I pressed my lips together. “Leaving soon.”

He smiled a little. “You’re always so put-together. Never seen you cry before.”

He hesitated and asked:

“Bad breakup?”

I froze. “How’d you know?”

He shrugged. “You stopped posting about him.”

Well. I had nothing to say.

Yeah. I used to post about Grayson constantly. Like I needed proof he was mine.

Liam seemed to catch my embarrassment.

“If your love life’s a shitshow, throw yourself into work. Company’s opening a southern office. We need someone to lead it.”

He looked at me.

“Board wants you. You in?”

It was late so Liam drove me home.

Halfway there, snow started falling.

I watched it through the window. Last Christmas it snowed too.

Back then, Grayson and I set off sparklers in the snow. It came down so thick it covered our hair.

My nose went numb but I didn’t want to go inside. He grabbed my hand and shoved it in his jacket pocket.

“What’s with you? You’re walking like a turtle.”

I blamed the weather. “Waiting for more snow.”

He stopped. Cupped my face. Kissed my forehead.

He grinned. “That what you were really waiting for, right?”

My head was spinning.

Was any of that real? Or was I just some idiot replaying fake memories?

10:03

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Suddenly, my phone buzzed.

Grayson. I still knew his number by heart.

[Why aren’t you home? Your mom said you’re still at work. I’ll come get you.]

I glanced at it. Tossed my phone in my bag.

Five minutes later Liam pulled up outside my building.

I got out. He stopped me.

“Hey-your fly.”

I looked down. My zipper had busted open. No idea when.

My face went red immediately. I yanked at it five times. Wouldn’t budge.

Kill me now.

He smiled. “Marry Christmas.”

Then he drove off.

I stood there wrestling with my zipper like an idiot.

Then I turned and looked up.

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