Fake Dating My Ex's Hockey Star Brother (Maya Scott) novel Chapter 9

KATY’S POV

I knock on Braydon’s door, expecting his usual lazy grin to greet me. Instead, the door swings open to reveal my brother, Justin.

For a second, I just blink at him, thrown off, but he doesn’t look surprised to see me. In fact, the look he gives me makes it very clear that he’s been waiting for me. My stomach dips. Great. Of course, this would happen today.

The universe is definitely against me for some reason.

“Get in here,” he says, his tone leaving no room for argument.

I hesitate, shifting on my feet. Part of me wants to spin around and pretend I knocked on the wrong door. But Justin doesn’t bluff. When he’s in big-brother mode, he’s scary. So I do as I’m told and step inside.

The living room smells faintly of pizza and body spray, a mix that screams college guys live here. A couple of textbooks are scattered across the coffee table, though I’d bet good money nobody’s actually read them.

Justin sits back on the couch like a judge ready to pass sentence, then motions for me to stand in front of him. I roll my eyes, but obey because it’s not like I don’t know the drill. He’s always been overprotective, painfully so.

It took Bryan three weeks, three weeks of convincing, before Justin finally let him take me out. And he monitored all our dates till we became official. Why older brothers are built like this, I’ll never know.

“Dude!” Justin suddenly calls out, loud enough to make me flinch. “Get out here!”

Right on cue, Braydon walks out of his room shirtless, his hair a complete mess like he just rolled out of bed. Seriously, does this guy even own a shirt?

He drops onto the couch beside Justin, who shoots him a look before turning all of his attention back to me.

Perfect. So why am I the only one standing here like I’m on trial?

“I wanted you to get here before I ask my questions because I’d like to hear both sides.” Justin says, like he’s officiating a trial. “I could’ve texted you, but this is better, so I can beat the s**t out of Braydon if it’s true.” He stares between us. “What the f**k is going on between you two?”

My fingers squeeze the strap of my purse until the leather creaks. Braydon meets my gaze and gives me a look that says he’s about to spill everything, and my throat goes dry. For some reason, I’m not ready for him to.

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