Page 143 of Finding Us
“I can’t wait for that day,” he whispers, leaning in to kiss me once more.
“Dad,” Blake whines.
“Sorry, buddy.”
Moving over to Blake, I fall to my knees so I’m at his level. I take the box from his hand and see a gold, heart-shaped locket lying inside. It hasMumengraved on the front. “There is a picture of you and me inside,” he says proudly.
“I love it,” I say, closing the lid and holding the box to my chest. “And I love you. I’d be honoured to be your mum.”
A huge smile lights up his face as he stands, throws his arms around my neck, and then does something unexpected … he bursts into tears.
This kid.
“Are you sure you can’t stay the night?” Mason asks as he says goodbye to me at the door.
“I can’t, I’ve been here all day, and I promised Cassie. I feel bad for her, she hasn’t been the same since she had that big fight with her mum.”
“She went clubbing with the girls from dancing last night, she can’t be that upset.”
“She was drowning her sorrows. You obviously don’t understand how women work.”
He holds up his hands in front of him. “I never claimed to, and I’m not sure I want to either.” When I narrow my eyes at him, he smiles. I swear he only says some things to get a reaction from me. “Can you sneak up here when she goes to bed? I need to make love to my fiancée.”
“You say that like it’s been an eternity. We’ve been engaged for two hours tops.”
“That’s at least two weeks in man years.”
I poke his side, and he laughs. “I’ll try, if not, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
He kisses me one more time, and when I reach the lift, he’s still standing there watching me. He’s in his usual position, leaning up against the doorframe looking as sexy as hell. After all this time, he still gives me butterflies.
When I step inside, I look down at my ring and smile. I can’t believe I’m going to marry him one day. Hopefully sooner rather than later. I press the button for my floor and reach for the locket around my neck, clutching it in my palm. I can’t wait to share this news with my family.
I burst through the apartment door, but when I find the lounge room empty, as well as the kitchen, I set off down the hallway. I’m not even sure if Connor is home, but I know Cassie is.
I find my brother’s bedroom door open, and empty, so I keep walking. Cass’s door is closed, so I lightly rap on it twice before reaching for the knob. I freeze the moment I pop my head through the gap and see my best friend’s naked back as she bounces up and down on top of some random guy.
Connor is going to lose his shit if he finds out about this. It was his only stipulation for her staying here.
As I go to retreat, I hear something that immediately has bile rising to the back of my throat. “Yes, Connor,” she moans.
What the actual fuck?
“Are you kidding me?” I scream.Please let it be a different Connor.But the look of horror on Cassie’s face when she glances at me over her shoulder tells me everything I need to know. “I can’t believe you two.”
“Fuck, Jaz, let me explain.” Oh, that’s definitely my brother’s voice. Explain what exactly? That to get back at me for sleeping with your best friend, you thought you’d sleep with mine. This … this is completely different. I didn’t know who Mason was when we first got together, I never would’ve crossed that line if I did.
I slam the door and run back down the hallway. I stop when I reach the main room, clutching my head in my hands. This must be some kind of a bad dream; no way did I just witness my best friend riding my brother’s dick. She swore to me she’d never do this … that she wasn’t like all those other girls that tried to befriend me over the years just to get their hands on Connor. And don’t even get me started on him.
I feel so betrayed. Those two could have anyone they wanted, which they often do, so why would they do this to me?
Connor is the first to come out of the room; he’s shirtless, but at least he managed to put his pants back on. “Jaz,” he says, and I can hear the pleading tone in his voice. “It’s not what you think.”
“So, I didn’t just witness my best friend bouncing on your dick?” He winces at my words but doesn’t try to deny it. “You could have any girl you wanted, why would you choose her?”
He bows his head. “Because I love her, Jaz …I fucking love her.”
His words have me doing a double take. “You love her?”
