My eyes narrow. “Don’t play dumb, we both know what you’re doing.”
“Do we?” the smug asshole asks with a sneer.
Anger bubbles up in me, and I want to slap him. Want to make him feel crazy, the way he’s making me. But the way he’s looking at mestops me. I’m frozen under his intensity. All I can do is glare back at him, my heart racing faster than I want it to.
“All done,” Cruz says as he and Ricky come into view.
Jagger pulls back from me, looking as though he just snapped out of a trance. I feel the tension rise, and I know I need to get the hell out of this apartment before one of them starts throwing punches.
Cruz tilts his head, silently asking me a question I don’t want to answer. I’m sure it’s “are you fucking my brother?”
I look away so he can’t find the truth in my eyes. “Ricky, can I talk to you for a second?” I ask instead.
I feel both sets of the boys’ eyes on me, but I ignore them and smile at Ricky, hoping he can take the hint.
“Of course,” Ricky agrees.
I motion to my room. “Maybe in my room for privacy,” I suggest, and yeah, it’s a dig at these two. But I’m sick of the way they’re invading every part of my life.
He follows me in, and I sit at the edge of my bed awkwardly. I don’t know him, but he’s a doctor, he has to be able to help me, right?
“Are you in some sort of trouble?” he asks, concern in his voice.
“With those two?” I motion to the door they are behind. “Don’t think so.” I can’t help but roll my eyes. “But I was hoping while you were here you might be able to help me. Just as long as you won’t tell them the thing I need help with.”
“I won’t say a word. What can I help with?”
I wince, not wanting to say the words even though I know I have to. “I did something stupid this morning and now I need the morning-after pill. Is that something you can help me with?”
He looks a little puzzled, not surprised by my question but like he doesn’t understand it. “I’m not sure what is going on with you andthe Stryker boys, but Jagger already called this morning and booked an appointment for you at my clinic this afternoon.”
I stare back at him, deadpan. “He did what?”
Ricky glances at his phone, scrolling through. “The appointment is booked for three and is with me and one of our female doctors who specializes in sexual health. I thought you must have booked it, it’s to discuss birth control options and get a full checkup.”
I stand in a rush, adrenaline pumping through my veins in a way I have never felt before. An erratic energy thunders through me. How dare he! Also, why would he?
“You didn’t know about it?” Ricky asks.
My face glows with red, fiery anger. “Thanks for your help, Ricky. I will see you at three,” I mutter, not wanting to cause a massive scene in front of him. Luckily, I need this appointment. Unluckily for Jagger, he’s about to feel the full force of my wrath for again overstepping pretty clear roommate boundaries.
“I’m sorry if I have caused any tension. We can talk more this afternoon. I can organize that pill for you as well. I’m glad you came to me before it was too late.”
“Thanks,” I mutter, not really paying attention to him anymore. I’m trying to get my temper under control before I erupt. But it’s no use.
He opens the door to my room and leaves, saying goodbye to the boys as well, then he’s out the front door.
Rage courses through me. I storm out of my room and pin my glare on Jagger. “How fucking dare you!” I snap, hands flying to my hips.
His brow shoots up. “You better watch that mouth, flower.”
I close the gap between us, slapping him square across the face before I have time to stop myself. “Watch my mouth? You better watchyours. What the hell made you think you could go ahead and book me an appointment at Ricky’s clinic for birth control?”
“Bro.” Cruz snickers.
Jagger doesn’t even flinch; he doesn’t even think he’s done anything wrong. He captures my wrists, holding them hostage between us, his lips twisting up at the sides. “With all the fucking you’re doing, I think it’s for the best. Don’t you? I’m sure you don’t want any unplanned pregnancy.”
I blink back at him. His words are impossible to process. I glance at Cruz to see what he makes of this shit.
