Page 74 of Indulge
I’m doing what feels like the walk of shame, except this time it’s worse.
A whole lot worse.
I have to explain to my fiancé that I almost fucked his brother.
And that, if I’m honest, I want to.
Each step toward the door feels heavier, the guilt clawing higher up my throat.
I told Rowan I wanted to do this alone.
I’m not property of either of them.
But I’m the one who lives with Reggie.
I open the connecting door quietly and freeze when I hear the low hum of the TV.
Tiptoeing closer, I look into the living room, and my heart stops.
There he is.
My cruel, impossible fiancé.
Cuddled up with the cutest, fluffiest little kitten I’ve ever seen in my life.
He slowly looks up, those brown eyes full of restrained fury.
I close my eyes and inhale. “You got a kitten?” My voice comes out soft, shaky.
He grunts in response. “I got you a kitten. Well, adopted her this afternoon.”
I press a hand to my chest, my legs nearly giving out beneath me. “Y-you adopted me a cat? Why?”
He drags his thumb along his lip, like he’s thinking about something darker than words.
“You said that first day you wanted one. Something to keep you company.”
He pauses. “And I regret what I said the other night. I’m sorry I missed the steak dinner. I guess this is my way of apologizing. I will stop fucking this up, Bella.”
I take a step into the room, and his expression shifts, still, unreadable.
His eyes drop to me, narrowing. “Is that Rowan’s?”
Jesus. Fuck.
I want to throw up.
I was so certain I was doing the right thing, handling this like an adult.
But seeing his face now, watching the way he looks at me in his brother’s T-shirt, I’m not sure of anything.
A lie forms on my tongue, but I stop myself.
“We didn’t have sex,” I say quickly.
His jaw tightens. He nods once, too calm.
“But we did…”
