Page 5 of My Ex Girlfriend's Brother

A lot had changed in those two years. I was a different person, hopefully, for the better.

Not wanting to wake Cash, I slipped out of bed, unsure of what I was doing. I was so fucking lost. The connection I felt with Cash was unlike anything I’d ever felt before.

Would the people in my life accept me if they knew I was bisexual? If I chose a man to be with instead of a woman, would they embrace him the same way I did? The same way they would if I picked a woman to spend my life with?

Opening the bedroom door, I looked back to the man lying in bed. He turned to sleep on his stomach, and his arm was stretched out to where I’d be lying only minutes before.

Did he feel my absence?

Stepping out into the hallway, I wasn’t sure if I was sneaking out of the house or if I was going to make breakfast for the man who gave me the best orgasms of my life last night.

I guess being in only my underwear settled it for me. I would make breakfast for me and my—

“Who the fuck…?” Came a very feminine and familiar voice from behind me.

Swiftly turning on my heels, I nearly choked on my breath when I found Camila standing in a pair of short shorts and a tank top in the hallway before me.

“Jordan?” she shrieked. “Why are you in my house?”

“Um…” was my brilliant response. I was too shocked at finding my ex standing in front of me to speak.

“How did you get in here? Have you been following me?” She rattled off in rapid succession.

“I came in with Cash last night,” I answered her. “What are you doing here?”

“What am I doing here?” She asked with a shriek, the sound echoing off the walls. “I live here. This is my house.”

Cash drove a nice car and owned his own bar. Did he need a roommate? If so, why Camila? Surely he had to know she was a huge bitch.

Camila’s eyes narrowed at me as she gritted out. “You need to leave. You’re not welcome here.”

“What the fuck, Cami?” Cash bellowed as he came into the room and stood between the two of us. “Where are your fucking manners? Jordan is a guest inmyhouse.”

“Oh, really,” she cocked her head to the side. Her mouth formed an evil smirk. “He’s my ex-fiancée, and I think that gives me the right to kick him out.”

Fiancée was a bit of an overstatement. We’d been engaged for all of a weekend. In my book, that didn’t count, especially when it ended the way it did.

Cash looked back and forth between us. His eyebrows furrowed, and his pale green eyes looked troubled as he tried to figure out what was going on.

Hell, I wanted to know as well. How did they know each other?

“This can’t be happening,” Cash mumbled. He hung his head as he passed by me in only his underwear and shook his head. “Does anyone else need some coffee to help them deal with this shit show of a morning?”

“Maybe I should go, and you two can deal with—”

“No,” Camila interrupted me. “You need to leave. Plain and simple.”

“Stay,” Cash barked out. “Please,” he said, this time with a softer tone.

I turned and started to walk away until Cash called out my name. It sounded so sad on his lips. Looking over my shoulder, I looked only at Cash as I gave him a smile. “I’m going to go get dressed.”

I dressed like a boy who got caught doing something he shouldn’t have, and that wasn’t far from the truth.

When I stepped out of the bedroom this time, I could hear both Cash and Camila arguing.

“Did you seriously sleep with the guy I was going to marry last night?”

“Really? That’s what you’re going with?” Cash scoffed. “I know I’ve only known Jordan for a day, but I’m not buying that it was him who fucked up. You didn’t call off the wedding; it was him, wasn’t it?”

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