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I woke up to find my ex’s brother’s soft c*ck inside me. “Jesus hell!!!” A scream escaped. “What’s this? Playing an amnesiac after forcefully riding me for a whole night?” He slowly opened his eyes and teased. “Gosh, get out. Last night was a mistake,” I spat. Alcohol did cause trouble. I just wanted to use him to take revenge on Bray. But how did we end up sleeping together? A pause. Then a cold sneer. “Mistake?” I bit my lip hard to stifle my moans as he slowly pulled out. But suddenly— Knock. Knock. Knock. Accompanied by a roar— “Katy, are you inside?” I panicked and quickly pushed Braydon away, but he suddenly yanked me back. “Where are you going, Peach? No one can cast me away after doing this to me.” Another growl rang out. “I heard you, b*tch! Get the f**k out, or I’ll break in!” No. No. No. Not like this. Revenge tasted delicious. But this circumstance is just... too awkward... ****** KATY’S POV “Hey, I’m heading over now. Can you bring out the books I left?” I press send and shove my phone into my jacket pocket as Bryan’s townhouse comes into view, my steps automatically quickening. I have Statistics in thirty minutes, and Mrs. Tompson would rather swallow a jean jacket than let me walk into her class without my textbook, the same textbook I managed to leave lying around in my boyfriend’s room. As I walk faster, I recheck my phone, half expecting a reply, but there’s nothing. Not even a typing bubble. For a moment, I wonder if he has already left, but it‘s unlikely. It’s only 9:30 in the morning, and Bryan never leaves his room early. One of the perks of being a baseball player is that he doesn’t have to treat academics like life or death the way I do. I reach his townhouse and take the stairs two at a time, my purse bouncing against my h*p. The higher I climb, the more rushed my breathing feels, though it has less to do with the stairs and more to do with this creeping frustration that he still hasn’t texted back. By the time I get to the third fl
