at me. “Nice of you to start telling me the truth now , after I had to fucking force it out of you in the first place.”
I really couldn’t argue with that and I winced. “I’m sorry, Allen. But I think this plan will work. And I can get her back to you, I know I can. Hell, you never know. Maybe I’ll start to get to know her and realize I don’t even like her.”
“That’s highly unlikely. Amber is…” he trailed off, his eyes moving past me to stare blankly at the wall as he searched for a good word. “Just incredible. There’s no one else like her.”
“We’ve reached an impasse, Allen. The only way out of this is if you be honest with me now. Tell me why she isn’t speaking to you.”
“I told you, after the—”
“Just tell me, dammit! I can hear it from you, or I can ask her.”
He stood up at my bluff, looking down at me with a deep frown. “You’re going to let a woman you don’t even know come between us? I have reason to be angry. You don’t.”
I rolled my eyes. “You’re missing the entire point here. I’m not suggesting that you give me your blessing to date your stepsister.”
“Then what exactly are you suggesting?”
I huffed and ran a hand through my hair, trying to think of the simplest way to phrase my thoughts. “I guess I’m suggesting you let me get close to her and talk her into speaking to you again so we can both be in her good graces.”
“And by good graces—”
“I mean both of us get to have her.”
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Allen
T his was the most ridiculous bullshit I’d ever heard.
“You want to share a woman? Share my stepsister ? Sexually ?”
John shrugged. “Why the fuck not? It’s not like either of us have the time to balance a relationship with what we do. It’d be a win-win all around. When I’m busy, she’s yours. When you’re busy, she’s mine.”
“And when we’re both free?”
John grinned. “Then we’ll share. And not like in a sword-crossing way. I love you, man, but I don’t want to touch your dick. No offense.”
I stared at my best friend blankly, unable to even process the fact that he was legitimately suggesting this. It was like the idea had blown up some vital piece in my brain that I needed for sorting information and the only thought that kept running through my head was—
If John’s plan works, I’ll get to have Amber. Even if I have to share her, it’d be better than never having her at all.
“How in the hell would you get her to agree to this?”
John smirked cockily. “In case you didn’t know, I’m extremely charming. And besides, what woman wouldn’t want, not one, but two very attractive men lavishing her with attention?”
“Oh yeah. It’s every woman’s dream to be lusted after by her stepbrother and his best friend,” I said with a disbelieving snort.
John tilted his head to the side and looked at me curiously. “You know, the only way I could get this to work is if you give me full discretion of what happened between you two. I need to know if it’s something forgivable or if I’d be wasting my time.”
“It’s nothing… I didn’t do anything to her. She just wasn’t thrilled when I…”
“When you what?” John asked expectantly, leaning in across the desk.
“I might have beaten the shit out of her high school sweetheart.”
“You what ?” John asked with a roar of laughter. “Oh my god, why does that not surprise me?”
I frowned. “It’s not funny. If I had been a year older at the time, I probably would’ve gotten locked up for the damage I did to that kid. Little punk.”
“Why’d you beat him up?”
I sat back in the chair and wished I had a drink. “There was this big party going on one night, but Amber got the flu and missed it. I didn’t really want to go, but for whatever reason, I did anyways. To make a long story short, in my quest to find an unoccupied room to hide out in, I wound up finding her boyfriend buried balls deep in the town bicycle. I saw
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