Page 37 of My Fiancé's Brother 2

“I thought you wouldn’t be able to call me this week.”

“You gonna tell me what Matt said to you?”

Another pause.

“Matt said that you didn’t want to marry me and that you wanted me to marry him.”

“Completely untrue.”

“He also said that you only date tall blondes.”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“Well, I’m not tall or blonde and not your type, and so he said that the only reason why you messed around with me was so that you could get to him.”

“Is that what he told you?”

“Yeah.”

“And you believed him?”

“I don’t know.”

Another long pause and then he spoke low and quiet into the phone. “You want to know why I messed around with you?”

I sniffed again. “I’m not sure.”

“Do you want to know?”

I did, but I didn’t. I looked at the ceiling. “Okay.”

“I didn’t want to mess around with you. You were so off-limits it wasn’t even funny. You were in love and engaged to Matt. But I couldn’t keep my fucking hands off you.”

“What?”

“That’s the truth. I didn’t want you, but I had to have you. I crossed so many lines with you that went against everything I believe in, but I couldn’t stop myself.”

I leaned my head against the bookshelf. “Really?”

“That’s the truth.”

“Oh.”

Another long pause while I tried to process that. Jackson had wanted to be with me. It had nothing to do with Matt. My entire body tingled at that admission. Flashes of him kissing me, touching me, moving on top of me rolled through my mind.

“You done freaking?”

“Yeah.”

“You sure?”

I took a deep breath. “Yeah, but now I have something new to freak about anyways.”

“What's that?”

“I went to the doctor today.”

“And?”

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