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

Chapter 3

Christmas morning, I woke up to chaos in the living room.

Grayson’s mom barged in and shook me through the blankets.

“Get up, beautiful! You missed dinner last night. You’re coming to lunch, and I’m not taking no for an answer.”

I rubbed my eyes, still half asleep. Grayson stood behind her looking like he wanted to strangle someone.

I was already scrambling for an excuse.

My mom smiled before I could say something. “Grayson’s girlfriend is coming over. Mabel invited all of us.”

My brain stalled.

Wait-already meeting the parents?

“Mabel, I don’t think-”

My dad groaned. “This girl. When’s she gonna find someone? All she does is work. Your mother and I are going gray over here.”

Great. Now the problem was about me.

“Fine. I’ll come.”

By the time I dragged myself over, everyone was already there.

I could hear Mabel gushing about Brielle. How smart she was. How sweet. What a wonderful wife she’d make.

Those words, Mabel used to say that about me.

I stepped inside. The room went quiet.

My mom coughed awkwardly. “There you are. Come meet Brielle, Grayson’s girlfriend.”

Before I could say anything, Brielle spoke up.

“Oh, we’ve actually met. The night Grayson and I got together.”

She smiled. “Ava showed up straight from the airport with her suitcase. You two must be really close.”

Bringing that up felt like she’d torn off a scab I’d barely grown.

My chest tightened. But it didn’t that hurt like before.

Once the parents left, Brielle dropped the act.

“You still hung up on him? That’s… kinda sad. But hey, I get it.”

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She stepped closer, voice sugar-sweet. “Whatever you two had before-it’s cute. But let’s be real. You never stood a chance.”

“We’re getting married in three months. You’re welcome to come.”

So they’re married.

I used to think about marrying him.

Asked him once what kind of wedding he wanted.

He didn’t even look up. “We’re not even close to that. Why bring it up?”

Tried asking in bed once. He just moved harder. Never answered.

But that was also an answer, wasn’t it?

I was still thinking when Brielle’s voice cut through.

“Babe, I think Malt’s hungry. Can we go check on him?”

She pouted. “I don’t remember if I filled his bowl before we left…”

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