“You have a cinema?”I whispered to Cairo as we headed down the hall.
“It’s just a big room with a TV,” he said, opening the door.
It was not, in fact, just a big room with a TV.
It was just an enormous room with a huge TV and several aisles of reclining seats.
I settled into a seat between Frasier and Cairo, eyeing Rush and Arch a couple of aisles ahead, who were talking about something and looking back at me.Heat rushed through my body, and I pressed my thighs together.
They were so good at tag-teaming.I couldn’t stop thinking about it happening again.Hell, I couldn’t stop thinking about what had just happened in front of all those people.Being used and abused by these guys.
God!
But then my stomach twisted at the thought of Diya finding out.She could’ve walked right into Galaxy Grub this afternoon.Someone could’ve recorded what we had done in public—it had happened before in this town.
What was I thinking?!
Our ex–best friend—I didn’t even like saying her name—had done the same exact thing to Diya, and Diya hadn’t talked to her since.If she found out about me being involved with her brother inanyway, she’d never even look at me again.
Sooner or later, Diya would find out.I couldn’t hide it forever, though I desperately wanted to.How could I explain it to her?She was the one person who understood me better than anyone.But how could she understand this?
I peered at Calix, who leaned back against the seat, watching a movie.His eyes were heavy, his features so much softer than they were earlier.Even though he might’ve been fighting with Frasier over me today, these guys were his peace.
It didn’t matter which one of the siblings I chose; someone would get hurt.
Frasier’s knee brushed against mine, and I glanced over to catch him staring at the screen, too, almost as if he didn’t realize his skin was touching mine.I kept it there and looked back at my lap.
Frasier had been using me.I still hadn’t told him that I knew.How could I?I didn’t want it to be true.The way he had claimed me today in front of everyone, before they all had their way with me, I’d just … I’d thought that … maybe he was a bit possessive.
A bit jealous?And if he was, then why had he used me?
Buzzing from my phone jolted me out of my thoughts.
Diya: Where are you?
My eyes widened, and I swallowed hard and racked my brain for any reason that she could be texting me without her usual excitement or craziness baked into her texts.Had I missed something?Were we supposed to study together tonight?
Then came those four dreaded words that everyone in trouble loathed to read.
Diya: We need to talk.
CHAPTERFORTY
ASTRID
My stomach dropped.
Diya knew.She had to know.Why else would she message me now, after I had spent the night at her house with her brother, then decided that it was a hell of a good idea to go to a bar and sleep with The Crewin public?!
God, what is wrong with me?!
“Who’s that?”Frasier asked, almost a tinge of jealousy in his voice.He clutched my knee and glanced over, gaze dropping to my phone for a couple of moments before they met my face.“Another boy?”
“No, just Diya,” I said, as if it wasn’t the biggest thing ever.“It’s nothing important.”
Just Diya?Nothing important?!She is going to kill me when I see her!
I needed a cover.I needed an excuse.Something believable.Maybe I could say that it was all some sort of twisted lie that Mira had created to get Diya to hate me?But could I lie to my best friend?I wasn’t a good friend anyway, sleeping with her brother.
