Trey My sister stands in the doorway wearing a hoodie and jeans and I'm standing here in the sweatpants I managed to slip on last minute. "Hey big bro, long time no see," she says casually. I stare at her for a long moment. "Plans tonight?" she teases, gesturing to my bare chest. I scowl. "Candice, where the hell have you been?" My tone remains steady, but turmoil churns within me. One, she's here unannounced after disappearing for months, and two, her best friend is naked in my bed. "Relax, why do you act like you've seen a ghost?" she groans, pushing past me and strolling into the living room. She slumps down on the couch. I hurry to shut my bedroom door, mindful of Kiara still naked, wrapped in my sheets, her hair tousled from our recent lovemaking. At least I can buy her some time to get dressed before my sister finds out about us, and all hell breaks loose. Candy glances at the door before narrowing her eyes at me. "Got one of your fuck buddies in there?" My jaw tigh
Trey"You've had two months to not be in the mood to talk to anyone, you've had all of us worried sick, especially her. You need to talk to your friend," I say firmly. She scrunches up her face, defiance evident in her expression. "Why the hell are you so worried about whether I talk to her or not? Just like with your fling in there, it's none of your business," she retorts, dismissing my concern with a wave of her hand. My frustration boils over. "I just think it's fucked up, Candice!" I say, my voice rising, louder than necessary. "Get off my fucking back and be supportive for once, okay?" She rises from the couch, glaring at me. She heads for the door, pausing to cast one last look back at me. Tears well in her green eyes, a mix of frustration and hurt. "Coming here was a mistake. I thought you were trying to be a better brother. Seems like I was wrong." Her words cut deep, like a knife to the heart. It's not that I don't want to be there for her, but her behavior isn't o
Kiara My eyes sweep Trey's bedroom, looking for a way out of this. Yes, it hurts that she didn't want to tell me she was here, but popping out of Trey's bedroom knowing that he was just fucking me is going to cause more damage. I do want to tell her, just not like this. Although this place is huge, there's nowhere to hide, and the only exits are in the hallway. There's a huge chance I'll run into them on the way out. Plus, Trey brought me here so I'll have to wait for an Uber. My heart races, as if threatening to burst from my chest at any moment. I shift my gaze toward the backdoor leading to the balcony, dismissing the absurd idea that had crossed my mind. The height difference between here and the ground is at least ten stories—there's absolutely no way I will try to escape this way! "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I exclaim, running my fingers through my hair as I pace back and forth in the living room. This can't be happening! Act calm, Kiara. Okay, you can do this. De
Kiara Hurt flashes in Trey's eyes, but he quickly conceals it. She's wrong about him, wrong about us, and I'll defend him the same way he defended me earlier when she was making excuses for why she didn't want to tell me she was here. I shoot out of the chair, walking right past Trey to get right in front of her, my own anger coursing through me. "Don't talk about him like that, Trey is a good man!" I fire back at her. "You abandoned me when I needed you the most, and no, it didn't give me a right to be anything other than his friend, but he's been here for me and he let me stay with him when I didn't have anyone else. I tried to fight it. I really did! But I fell for him...hard...way harder than I imagined I could ever fall for anyone after what Jordan did to me." My gaze locks onto hers, a silent plea for understanding, yet all that meets my eyes is her unbridled rage. Tears well up, my throat tight and burning, but I press on with my confession, "We both wanted to tell yo
Kiara A dull ache grips my chest, the inevitable pain I foresaw now a tangible reality. There was no way she going to be okay with this, and she'll probably never forgive me. Four years of our friendship has just been washed down the drain and it hurts like a motherfucker. Trey's frustration boils over. "You're really acting like a fucking child right now!” he shouts at his sister, a mixture of anger and disappointment in his tone. I swiftly intervene, placing a hand on his arm to stop him. "It's okay, Trey," I murmur, my voice barely above a whisper. "I just want to go home." He studies my face for a long moment before sighing in defeat. "Okay. I'll drive you home, Cupcake." Candy avoids eye contact as we leave, and the ride to my apartment is tense and silent, each of us lost in our own thoughts. Once we arrive, he walks me inside, the weight of the evening heavy on our shoulders, and shuts the door behind us. "Aren't you going to go back?" I ask weakly, mentally drain
Trey It's been a week since Candice found out about us, and everything is tense and awkward. Kiara is too upset to come over, so I've been spending most of my free time at her place. I don't mind it; like I told her, anywhere she is, I'm home. But I know she's only avoiding my sister. Candy must feel like she's the queen of the fucking world right now, causing a disruption in our routine. I am determined to get them talking again, though. My sister needs to stop acting like Kiara cheated on her and pull out whatever bug crawled up her ass. Multiple times this week, I considered dragging her back to my mom's house, but I'm trying to be understanding of whatever she's going through right now. I've asked her repeatedly if she wants to talk about it, but she pushes me away every time. I've given up on trying to get her to open up. Today, as promised, I take Jeremiah to the DMV for his driving test. We have spent weeks practicing, and I'm positive that he's more than ready. Upo
TreyAngry tears burn in my eyes, the vivid memories of pain and helplessness resurfacing. He didn't even know I wasn't his son at the time, yet he was still relentless. If J wasn't a baby at the time, he would've done the same with him. Now he's trying to play father of the year like everything he did can be overridden. The emotional scars run deep, and no amount of apologies or attempts at redemption can ever erase the past. His face hardens, and he takes a deep breath before speaking. "I know I can't erase the past. I was a real piece of shit, but I want another chance. I want us to be in the same room without all this awkward tension, and Jeremiah told me today that he wants us to try harder to see eye to eye." Well, that's fucking news to me. Why didn't he mention that in the car? "Let's make a deal," he continues calmly, "I'll never ask you for money again in life if you agree to spend one day a month with me and Jeremiah. We can do anything y'all boys want to do.
TreyAfter taking Jeremiah to lunch and dropping him back off, I return to my place to find my sister sprawled out on the couch, an empty wine bottle on the coffee table beside her. I grimace at her sleeping form. I didn't know she drank. When I met Kiara, I recall her mentioning that her "friend" avoided alcohol out of fear becoming like her parents. Well, whatever happened in New York must've changed her mind. I throw away the bottle and gently shake her awake. "Candice, wake up. We need to talk." She groans, rolling over to face me. "What time is it?" "Two in the afternoon. Shouldn't you be at work?" Her face scrunches up like a used tissue. "Shouldn't you be off fucking my best friend? Oh wait, you already did that." Her slurred attempt to deflect doesn't faze me. "Did you lose your job when you went chasing after your girlfriend? There's no way they let you take leave for that long." I don't even think she's left the house since she's been here and that's extremely concer