Page 28 of My Best Friend's Brother

“That’s a shame.” She pouted, meeting my gaze head-on.

Oh. I see you, you dirty girl.

“I finish at twelve,” I said, winking at her as she pushed a twenty-pound note into my hand.

Long white fingernails.

They’d be nice down my back.

“I’ll be here,” she shot back, lifting the straw to her glossy mouth.

My dick will look good in there.

“Yes?” I asked the next guy, who ordered a ton of beers for himself and his mates. He was a regular here, and I couldn’t stand him. He was an arrogant prick with a different girl every week—a pretty boy, but it was clear he spent most of his time on steroids.

“Are you Ellie’s brother?” He slurs, glaring at me.

The fuck?

“Yeah. Thirty-five pounds, mate.”

He gives me two twenties, eyeballing me as he does. “Your sister was a mess last weekend. You need to sort her out.”

“You’ve got your drinks. Fuck off,” I muttered, turning to the girl beside him.

“What did you say, you prick?” The guy demanded, raising his eyebrows at me.

Is he for real?

“You don’t know shit about my sister, so fuck off.”

The girl ordered two vodkas, and the pretty boy was pulled back by some meathead.

Why the fuck was a stranger chatting to me about my sister? Telling me to sort her out likeIcould tell Ellie what to do. Shewasa mess last weekend, and I was grateful that Raff was there to help. If not, I’d have gone, and then I’d probably be in a jail cell.

“I said with coke,” the girl in front of me said, sighing heavily.

“Just have those. On the house,” I said, adding coke, and she beamed in response.

“Thank you!”

The next voice I heard was all too familiar, and again, she was drunk.

“Brother!”

Ellie dominated the bar, pushing her way to the front whilst tugging her friend behind her.

Jessica.

I was more fixated on her for a second, but Ellie clicked her fingers in my face.

“Away from my pretty friend.” She rolled her eyes, leaning over the bar to check the fridge contents behind me.

Jessica smiled at me, her thick dark lashes framing the sexiest green eyes I’d ever seen. Her hair fell in waves over her shoulders, and her tight white dress covered everything it should, but my imagination ran wild.

My dick throbbed in my pants, and it was nothing to do with the European beauty.

“Logan, two bottles of White Zinfandel, please,” Jessica said, lips parted as she laughed and turned away from me.

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