Then Hunter came along talking about this high school crush he had on her and I saw it as the perfect opportunity to help keep my heart at a safe distance, except this isn’t how I expected to feel once he fucked her too. I expected it to make me not want her, but when she showed up at my door . . . I couldn’t have been more wrong. I wanted her just as much as before, and maybe even more. That’s fucked up. Now I’m starting to rethink this whole fucked up situation.
The sound of my office door opening causes me to look up from my desk. I let out a frustrated breath and grind my jaw when I see that it’s Hunter.
I haven’t seen much of him since he got back from vacation and seeing him now, knowing that he’s been inside of Calla, rubs me wrong.
He walks over and takes a seat on the edge of my desk as if everything is perfectly normal. “Do you ever stop working?”
I pick up the stack of paperwork I was working on and shove it in my desk drawer. “Well someone’s got to work around here.” I look up at him and lift an eyebrow. “It’s definitely not you.”
He shrugs while jumping to his feet. “I work, big brother, just not as much as you do.”
Looking at him right now is stirring some weird emotions inside of me. I’m usually irritated with him, so I’m used to it, but I feel irritated in the most extreme degree as I watch him standing there with his smug face.
“Why didn’t you tell her before you slept with her?”
He pulls out his phone and starts typing on it. “Does it matter? She’s fine with it.”
Feeling pissed off as hell with his response, I knock his phone out of his hand and lean over my desk, my muscles flexed. “Yes it fucking matters. Don’t you think she should’ve had the right to choose if she wanted to be sleeping with two brothers?” I look up at him, unable to contain my anger. He’s never really taken shit seriously, but it’s time for him to grow up. “You should have told her and you fucking know it. You have no idea what could be running through her head right now. The last thing she needs is to feel like shit because of us.”
“She’s fine.” He bends down and picks up his phone, shoving it in his pocket. “What kind of girl doesn’t fantasize about sleeping with two brothers and them actually be okay with it? Think about it.”
I’ve thought about that already. Now that she knows, she might want to be with Hunter more than usual. That thought fucking stings for some reason.
“You still should have told her,” I grind out. “That should have been the first thing you told her.”
He walks over and grips my shoulder. His eyes meet mine and a small smile forms on his lips. “You’re really worked up, bro. Just relax and enjoy her tight little pussy. It feels too good not to.”
My hand reaches out to grip his neck faster than I can stop it. “Don’t you fucking talk about her that way.” His eyes widen as I shove him back and turn away from him.
“What the fuck.” I can feel him standing close behind me, but I refuse to look at his face. I haven’t been this pissed off and confused in a long time, and I don’t want to end up doing something that I regret. “Are you falling for her?”
“No,” I say firmly, although it somehow feels like a lie. “I’m not letting that happen again and you know it.”
“You need to get over that shit, Kyan. One fucking girl screwed you over and now you act as if everyone is out to get you. Jessica was a shitty girlfriend and Bryant was an even shittier friend. Now their two kids have parents that can barely look at each other. They messed up.”
“We’re not talking about this shit, Hunter.” I feel my blood boil just thinking about them. “I don’t want to think about that shit, and I definitely don’t want to think about your dick inside Calla and how it feels for you.”
Hunter gives me an aggravated look before stalking to the door. “Well you better figure out your feelings for Calla soon before it’s too fucking late. Think about that shit.”
Walking out, he slams the door behind him.
“Fuck!” I sit on the edge of my desk, running both hands over my face in frustration. Why the hell am I letting this get to me suddenly? Nothing has changed. My desire to stay unattached hasn’t changed. The need to keep a safe distance hasn’t changed, so why does the thought of my brother being inside Calla make me want to rip his throat out?
I get pulled out of my thoughts when my phone goes off. I recognize it right away as an LA number. I know this because I’ve been waiting on this call for months.
Pulling myself together, I answer the phone and make business arrangements for Kevin Goode to fly in from LA in two days to meet with me regarding the opportunity to buy his gym. This is an important deal and I want this more than anything right now.
Goode’s is the biggest gym here in Chicago and the first one that started my passion of wanting to run my own gym one day. I need this deal to happen.
KYAN AND I FINISHED UP with our personal training session over an hour ago, but I’m still here working my ass off, not giving up until I can’t walk.
We’ve been so caught up in sexual activities that I’ve been neglecting spending time at the gym. It’s not as if I’m not getting a good workout at home, but . . . you know what I mean.
My legs begin to burn as I work the Elliptical faster. I’m sweating my ass off and my heart is pounding, but it feels good to work off some of this frustration.
Just as I’m about to finally stop, I feel a hand rub over my lower back. I turn beside me to see Hunter, smiling up at me. He’s wearing a white shirt with the sleeves cut off and a pair of black pants. He’s extremely sweaty and sexy. I don’t expect him to be anything but.
“Hey, beautiful.” He pulls his shirt up and wipes it over his face, soaking up the sweat. My eyes lower to his abs before back up to his face. “I just got done with a PT session. I’m about to head out if you want to leave with me.”
I swallow while looking around the gym for Kyan. Last time I saw him he was walking around, encouraging and motivating his members. He stopped to push me a few times, but tried to keep it as professional as possible.
“Have you seen Kyan?” I ask breathlessly.
He smiles and nods his head as I wipe my forehead with my towel. “He’s busy on the phone. It looks like he’ll be in there for a while. My father always keeps him busy.”