Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
No. I’m Emery Elaine Brooks. I’m considered the crazy baby of the family. I’m almost a billionaire before the age of twenty-five, I have two businesses, and I’m a brilliant hacker. That’s right. I am. I can find out anything I want to know. I will figure out what is going on, and once I do, Ava won’t see me coming.
Well, she might hear me, but it won’t matter.
Because she has fucked with the wrong woman.
A woman who didn’t fight for the man she loved before, but now, one who won’t ever back down.
Chapter
Twenty-Five
Quinn
I feel like I just played ten back-to-back game sevens and still didn’t win the fucking Cup.
I hear Emery yell something, but I close the door behind me quickly, hoping to contain her and the rest of my family. While my family stepped aside to let Ava and me through, I didn’t miss the looks of disappointment in me or of disgust for her. I’m surprised she made it out of there without someone other than Emery trying to take her out. My money would have been on Posey, but I think she feels too bad for me.
Which is a fantastic feeling. Not.
I rub my hand over my face as I follow Ava down the driveway. I don’t want to be anywhere near her. I want to be completely done with her, but she holds my balls in a vise grip. I hate that she caught me with Emery like that. I wasn’t trying to embarrass Ava; I was only trying to resist Emery. Which is getting harder by the day, but I can’t forget my agreement with someone else. No matter how much I want Emery, I can’t keep on like this. I need her to move out.
I just don’t know if I can ask her to.
I don’t want to.
My heart sinks in my chest, but then I look up to find Yvette in her car, parked behind mine. I pull in my brows as I take in her slim figure, her wide shoulders, and her long blond hair. She has stunning blue eyes, more icy than my dark blue. Her face is all hard angles. She wears a baggy tee with what I assume are baggy jeans, but I can’t see her bottoms from where I’m standing.
Is Ava serious right now? I’m seething as I bark out, “You brought Yvette here?”
Ava turns, her hands striking her hips. “Yes. I assumed you’d wanted to stay with your family for a bit, and since I got done so quickly, I had her come get me. I was bringing you your keys when I saw you fucking her against the door.”
I scoff. “Oh Jesus Christ, you’d know if I was fucking her—hell, the whole neighborhood would have known.”
“Cute,” she spits out.
“Fuck you,” I snap, glaring at her as I hear a car door opening. “You have crossed the line, Ava.”
“I crossed the line?” she yells, her hands shaking. “You embarrassed me throughout dinner, stuck up for your ex, and then had her against the wall? How do you think that makes me feel?”
“You embarrassed your fucking self!” I yell back, taking a step toward her. “How dare you think you can speak on matters that have nothing to do with you? My sister’s business is hers, not yours.”
“She’s being s—”
“Don’t finish that sentence,” I warn in a low, dark voice that I don’t even recognize. Hell, if I’m honest, I don’t know who I am anymore. At least, the person I am with her. This isn’t me. I hate feeling like this, like my life has no damn purpose. My heart slams into my ribs as I come to that realization. Fucking pissed she’s speaking ill of my sister, I bite out, “It’s her choice. No one else’s. And you don’t get to give any opinion on the matter. Nor can you tell my mother how to decorate her own house. Do you know how insane that is?”
She gawks at me. “You guys act like you and she are still together, when you’re with me.”
“It’s a fucking picture!”
“They are all over the place here and at your apartment. Don’t you see how disgusting and pathetic you are for her? She doesn’t love you. Why can’t you get that through your head?”
“You don’t know shit.”
“I know you’re an engaged man.”
I lean in close, my eyes never leaving hers. “To a lesbian who brought her lover to my parents’ house yet wants to throw me over the racks for needing to be close to the one person I want.” Her eyes widen, her lips parting as she glares. I hold her glare, my whole body shaking. All I want is to be done with this. “Yet I’m the one embarrassing you.”
“I think we should take this back to our place. His family is watching,” Yvette calls to us, and I don’t need to turn to know her words are true.