Page 76 of Vegas with my Brother’s Best Friends

“Sit down,” he says, guiding me down to sit on the mattress. “I’ll get a damp rag for you.”

“Don’t worry about it,” I sigh, wishing he’d just leave me alone.

Derek heads into the bathroom.

I seriously consider fleeing my room just to get away from him, but I’m in sweatpants and a tank top. I’m not dressed up enough to roam around a luxury resort, and I doubt I’d get out the door and to the elevator fast enough.

I wait to hear the water running from the bathroom sink, but it doesn’t come.

“Derek? What are you doing in there?”

Before I can get up and check for myself, Derek walks out of the bathroom and holds up a familiar bottle. My heart shoots up into my throat.

“What are you doing with prenatal vitamins? Do you have something to tell me?”

I breathe in, but it doesn’t feel like I have any air in my lungs. “You went through my things?”

“It was sitting at the top of your bag,” Derek says with a scoff as he tosses it onto the bed next to me. “I asked if you have something to tell me.”

He still violated my privacy!

Anger breaks through the fear filling my chest, and I stand from the bed, not caring that it makes my head feel woozy for a second.

“It’s none of your business,” I tell him.

“I think it is,” he says, raising his voice. “You’re pregnant, and you didn’t think to tell me?”

Is he dumb? Does it look like I’m months pregnant? I haven’t even started showing yet!

“No, I didn’t tell you because the baby isn’t yours!” I snap at him.

“You’re lying! I’m the last person you were with!” he argues.

I almost laugh at him, but I don’t want him to find out who I’ve been with. He’ll go straight to Ryan, and I already have to worry about him knowing one secret.

Why did it have to be him to find out first?

“Listen to me. This isn’t your news to share with anyone. We broke up months ago. I’m not even a few months pregnant yet,” I tell him firmly. “You can’t tell anyone.”

“You can’t tell me what to do,” he bites out. “You’re going to judge me for moving on so fast, but you got yourself knocked up by someone just as quickly!”

My cheeks burn as he deals that low blow.

“Get out,” I say.

“I deserve an explanation,” he tells me. “Whose baby is it? How can I even believe you?”

“You don’t deserve anything!”

The door flies open, and Jackson, Tyler, and Marcus storm inside.

I’m so jarred by their presence that all I can do is stare at them with wide eyes. How are they here right now?

“She told you to get out!” Jackson snaps at Derek. “Go before I make you.”

Derek’s eyes blaze with anger. “You know, I’m getting really tired of you ordering me around. You need to watch yourself.”

Tyler and Marcus wedge themselves between Jackson and Derek before they can get too close to each other.