Page 13 of Secret Baby for My Brother's Best Friends

He kisses her on the cheek and looks ecstatic to see her, and that's when it hits me.

James said his girlfriend had been at the party already.

She'd been in one of the rooms.

And the stranger we had sex with had been apprehensive about doing it in James' bedroom,

Oh God.

I think we just fucked his girlfriend.

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CHELSEA

Ihear my brother’s voice the second I step out of the cab, as he calls out, “Well, look who finally made it back to the land of the boring.”

I grin widely and turn just in time for him to wrap his arms around me and squeeze me the same way he used to when we were young.

My brother and I have always been very close. We’re four years apart in age, and even back in our teenage years, when our hormonal angst had us at each other's throats and when realistically, our bond should have weakened, it only grew stronger.

It’s on his bed that I’ve sobbed over my various crushes and boyfriends not working out, and the one time a girl broke his heart senior year, I was just about ready to fight her, despite her being taller and probably stronger than me.

While our parents are around, they’ve always been the distant type who didn't know what to do with us, really, but at least we’ve always had each other.

“I missed you, Blue,” I say, referring to his nickname, which reminds me of the character from Blue’s Clues.

“I miss you, Andy.” Andy from Toy Story, by the way. “How was your break?’

I pull back to answer the question. “Good.” Another reason why my brother is the best in the world, and an all-around fantastic human being, was that once he found out what happened between me and my ex, including me losing my job as a result, he immediately sent me on an all-expenses-paid trip to Miami for a month just to get my head together.

I tried to turn it down at first, telling him it was too much money, but he reminded me that the entire point of his accumulating wealth in the first place was to spend it on those he loved.

"Besides," he remarked. "I never actually got you a graduation present. This can double as that, as well as a 'Thank God, you ditched that bozo' present."

I snorted. "The bozo ditched me, remember?"

He shook his head. "No. I like my way better."

After his party, he reminded me of the trip, and I still tried to turn it down, but honestly, after that night I had with the three men, I figured I really did need to clear my head, because I don't know what the heck that was about.

To this day, I don't know how I, completely sober, decided to have a wild foursome with three strangers.

Insane.

Even more insane is that I wanted to do it again. The second I got home, and my panic subsided, I was tempted to do an about turn and head back to their house for seconds.

I needed to get my head screwed back on straight, and since I was doing out-of-character shit anyway, I decided that I might as well continue on that trajectory and fully exorcise that bastard from my heart.

Hence, Miami.

And it worked. I think. I only thought about Eric for the first couple of days of the vacation, and the rest of the time was spent mostly thinking about the men I had sex with and remembering that heated night, replaying it every time I masturbated because they were all I needed to get going.

I met a few men while there, and got flirted with a few times, but I wasn't even tempted to entertain it. I didn't want to tarnish the memory I had, and I had a feeling none of those guys would give me anything even close to the passion I shared with the trio.

God, I don’t know whether I should curse myself for going through with it or be happy that I had that night to remember. The only thing is that I’m probably going to think of it for the rest of my life, and I’m scared that I’ll never have a healthy relationship with anyone ever again, because I'll always compare whatever sex we have to the sex I had with three random strangers in their condo bedroom. And in their car. And in their kitchen and in their living room.

We decorated the entire house with our passion.