Face-Off

Andrew

“I want her out of my house, Drew,” my brother said from where he was leaning on the wall, right beside the door. He had both hands inside his pocket and a stoic expression that screamed ‘I’ve had enough’.

“What are you yapping about?” I said, scrunching up my face in feigned confusion.

“Don’t give me that bull…you know what I’m talking about. I want her gone,” he deadpanned, leaned off the wall, then walked past me towards the stairs, with his hands still in his pants’ pocket.

That was my intention. To tick him off. I wanted to make him miserable.

I had no business with Fiona. I ended things with her a long time ago. Although, the day she visited, she had tried luring me to sleep with her, but I declined. I might not be dating Pamela, but she is my lifeline at the moment. I don’t want her fleeing because of Fiona. But… I saw the need for Fiona when I noticed my brother’s reaction to her presence. I capitalized on that to make Vincent squirm. After I’d taken Fiona to my roo