Page 110 of Exposed

“So…this is it,” I said, as my friends walked around my place.Me and Brooklyn’s place.I’d told them to come here to get ready. It was about time they saw my home.

Rob hoisted himself up on the kitchen counter and sat on the edge, his feet dangling off the side.

I hid my smile. Brooklyn had cleaned the counter. But it was still funny that Nigel’s ass had been right there.

“Huh,” Rob said. “This wasn’t what I was expecting.”

“It’s kind of exactly what I was expecting,” James said and sat down on one of the stools at the island.

Mason was staring at the painting of Brooklyn in the hall. A little too long for my liking. He turned to me. “Is this why you didn’t let us come?” He pointed to the painting.

“No, that’s new.”

Mason shook his head. “I meant the rest of them.”

“What?”

“The closet full of portraits of Brooklyn.” Rob lifted the top off a container of cupcakes and grabbed one.

“Wait, how do you guys know about that?”

“We came over to your parents’ house all the time,” James said. “I can’t remember if it was me that needed to borrow a shirt? Or maybe it was Rob?”

“It was me,” Rob said.

James shrugged. “We saw all the paintings in your closet.”

I’d painted Brooklyn when I still lived with my parents too. But I didn’t realize that anyone knew. Had everyone known? “Why didn’t you guys say anything?”

“You asked us not to,” James said.

Rob nodded.

Mason nodded too.

I sighed. “I really am sorry, guys. For all of it. I shouldn’t have made you keep that a secret from your wives. We should have talked about everything that happened ages ago.”

Rob took a bite of his cupcake. “It all worked out. Sophie was right, Brooklyn makes great cupcakes. They’re almost as great as her tits.” He pointed the cupcake at the portrait.

“Okay, stop staring at that,” I said. Maybe hanging it there wasn’t such a great idea…

“Where does that door lead?” James asked and pointed to the huge door in the middle of the living room.

“A sex lair?” Mason asked.

“No. I wish.” Ew, honestly maybe it was Nigel’s sex lair. I shook away the thought. “Nigel moved in next door and put that door in.”

Rob laughed. “Wait, you’re serious?”

“Unfortunately, yes. I’m going to put drywall over it. Or lay some bricks. I haven’t decided yet.”

“Solid,” Rob said. “Also, thanks for not inviting Tanner to get ready with us. He would have ruined the vibe.”

I had invited Tanner. But he said he had too many last minute things to do to get everything ready. “Mhm,” I said.

“So what’s the plan for tonight? I was thinking we recreate that homecoming when Brooklyn was there. Really make her feel nostalgic before you pop the question.”

“What part exactly are you thinking we should recreate?” I did not remember that night fondly. But I had been pretty drunk. Maybe I had actually missed something noteworthy?

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