Page 61 of Kiss Me Ever After
“Lennon!” I yelled up at the window as I hammered on the door. “Lennon, come down, I want to talk!”
A couple of moments later, the door swung open. Amber stood there; arms folded across her chest. “She doesn’t want to talk to you, Justin.”
“Bollocks.” I attempted to barge past her, but her brother caught me by the shoulder.
“Justin, if she’s not ready now, talk to her in the morning. Wait until you’ve sobered up,” reasoned Alex. “Don’t go barrelling in like a total arsehole and mess it up because you’re all riled.”
“Thank you, big brother, at least one of you has some sense.” Amber uncrossed her arms and held out her hand. “While you’re at it, Lennon wants her key back.”
My heart sank into my boots. She’d already decided what our future was before we’d even had a chance to discuss it. Defeated, I pointed at the lock. “It’s there. Take it.”
Alex went over to his sister and whispered in her ear. She nodded and kissed him on the cheek.
“Come on, buddy, let’s get you over to mine.” He slapped me on the back and steered me next door.
Once inside the Kane’s house, I sank onto the sofa, head spinning.
Less than two hours ago, I’d been enjoying a night out with my girlfriend, having the best time.
Now I didn’t even know if I still had a girlfriend and Candace had turned my world upside down.
Alex brought a bottle of whisky and two glasses into the living room. “Don’t know how much this will help.”
I’d already sunk enough alcohol to induce the mother of all hangovers for the morning. What would another drink hurt? Pouring a hefty shot, I downed it in one, wincing at the burn down my sternum.
Neither of us spoke.
I racked my brains, combing over every time Candace and I’d had sex. We’dalwaysbeen careful. Even when we’d been drunk which, to be fair had been a lot, I’d been sure to take precautions. Accidents did happen, but Candace was a shady bitch. Could she have made this all up because she wanted to humiliate me? Because she didn’t want to see me happy? If she had, she was more twisted than I could have ever thought. But there was a tiny, niggling, nagging speculation that everything added up.
I poured another shot and downed it. Anything to numb the thoughts.
“Do you think it’s yours?”
Alex’s question came at exactly the same time as I’d been thinking it.
“Why would Candace lie?”
“Come on, mate. She wasn’t exactly the model girlfriend when you two were together. Maybe she had a slip with someone else and is now trying to pin it on you…”
Sadly, he had a point. We’d split up and got back together more times than I cared to remember, particularly around five or six months ago, which matched the supposed dates for her pregnancy.
“Why now?”
“She’s always hated Lennon. Amber will vouch for that.” Alex sipped his drink with more restraint than me. “What better way to get one over on her as well?”
Could Candace really be that malicious? I rubbed my jaw, deep in thought.
It was possible.
“What am I going to do, Alex?”
“I wish I could tell you, buddy, but it’s not my decision to make.”
“If you were in my shoes?” I pressed.
He snorted. “Thankfully, I’m not.”
“Some help you are.” I tossed a cushion at him and narrowly avoided hitting him full in the face.
