“Me too,” I whisper with a gasp as his hand slides into my panties.
We started this in secret, with stolen moments and locked doors, pretending this wasn’t what we wanted. But the truth is, we don’t get to choose who we love. Our hearts choose for us. And I’m so damn glad it picked him.
This is where our story really begins.
EPILOGUE
ADDISON
“Don’t think I’ve forgotten. Now, pay up,” Jameson says, holding out his hand.
I groan as I pull out my checkbook. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
“A bet is a bet, Addy.”
“You made this bet five years ago. Five years! When Kendall moved to Europe and Patterson was being a complete asshole. She was my best friend, and I’d have bet anything on them never ever, ever, ever getting together. Trust me, she genuinely hated him.”
“Don’t care. I knew what I saw.” Jameson takes the check and studies it, smiling widely. “One million dollars. This is going straight to the foundation. Thank you for your very, very, very generous donation.”
“You didn’t answer my question.” I am not amused by Jameson at all.
He tucks it into his jacket pocket. “I know my brother. We have the same fucking face. I knew he was in love with her before he would admit it to himself. He had to hate her.”
“Because you were an asshole who took her from him.”
“I genuinely liked Kendall.” He shrugs. “Patterson loved her. There’s a big difference.”
“You’re actually the worst. Mom and Dad were right when they said you were the evil twin.”
“Look, you have both mentioned that to me recently. I amnotevil. I just don’t put up with either of your shit. There’s a difference.”
I sigh. “I wonder what I did in a past life to get two asshole big brothers.”
He chuckles. “Must’ve been fucking awful. I love you. I’m proud of you. Now, go mingle. You look like the saddest artist on the planet right now.”
“I need some excitement in my life. I’m growing stir-crazy, being in the city,” I tell him, wanting to get away.
Maybe, while my bestie is busy being in love with my favorite brother, I’ll take a summer vacation.
“Then do something about it,” he tells me. “What’s stopping you?”
I open my mouth to say something, but I don’t have any words. “Thank you for a spoonful of truth this evening. You’re a buzzkill, Jamie.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment. Now, if you excuse me, there’s a hot redhead by the bar I’m going to chat with.”
“Have fun,” I tell him, watching him walk away.
Five years ago, I would’ve bet my trust fund that Patterson and Kendall would never end up together. The hate was real. So were the tears. And apparently, a kiss they had years ago. Had I known about that, I’m not sure I would’ve bet my evil big brother.
I grab a fresh glass of champagne from a passing server and let my eyes wander around the gallery.
Everyone is pairing off. Everyone has their person.
I take a long sip of champagne.
“You look like you’re concentrating.”
I turn my body to find a tall, handsome man standing beside me. And he smells really fucking good. He has dark, messy hair and blue eyes that look like they’ve caused a lot of heartbreak. His tuxedo fits him like it was tailored by gods, and he’s staring at me like I’m the most interesting thing in the room.
