Torrid Little Affair (Forbidden Desires #3)

Cooper

Six months.

Six months was all it took for me to completely lose my shit. I gave it my best shot, but it turned out all the one-night stands and hangovers in the world couldn’t erase the sting of heartbreak and rejection. My brother Gavin had gotten the girl, while I’d retreated alone to the one place that had always felt like home.

While my grandparents were still alive and in my life, they owned a condo in Florida in a development that was little more than a cheap apartment complex with a bunch of gray-haired retirees. But once a year when my mom dropped us off there during spring break, something about the salty ocean air and swaying palm trees felt like heaven. Like I could escape my lonely little world and all my problems while I was there.

Which was why when I fled Boston, I’d gone to the beach house I now owned on Sanibel Island. The two-bedroom cottage felt more like home than my four-thousand-square-foot luxury apartment in the city. Mostly, though, I just wasn’t ready to see Gavin and Emma yet. Wasn’t ready to face seeing them as a couple and pretend to be happy for them. Fuck that.

So I’d spent my time licking my wounds and hitting the gym. Dinner was at my favorite local beach bar, where there was usually a different tourist to take home each night. It wasn’t fulfilling, but it distracted me-at least somewhat-from the heartbreak that threatened to make an appearance every time I thought of my brother with Emma.

What still killed me was that I’d let her see how much she meant to me. I’d been vulnerable with her, asked her to choose me, and yet she hadn’t. That was the most crushing blow.

This mistake wouldn’t be solved by hate-fucking Emma out of my system. No, I was going to have to live with the festering wound of seeing her on my brother’s arm. Live with the knowledge that she’d chosen him and not me. It was the one mistake that couldn’t be fixed in my life-there was no easy solution, no forgetting it and moving on. And that stung like a motherfucker.

Second place was first loser. And I knew that better than anyone.

I was just about to jump in the shower after a day spent surfing when my phone rang. It was my oldest brother, Quinn. Shutting off the water, I grabbed my cell from the counter.

“Hello?”

“Wow. He picks up.”

The surprise in Quinn’s voice was annoying. Accurate-because I rarely answered my phone anymore-but annoying.

“What’s up, man?” I tried to keep the irritation out of my voice.Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

“It’s time you came home.”

I rolled my eyes. We’d had this conversation at least a dozen times. “And why would I do that?”

“To be blunt? Because we’re going to remove you from the payroll and kick you out of the company if you don’t get your ass back to Boston.”

That had my full attention. I could only imagine Gavin pushing for my termination. The prick.

“I hired someone for you,” Quinn said. “It’ll be just what you need to throw yourself back into work, and I think you’ll find Corinne is a huge asset.”

I rolled my eyes. “Fine. I’ll come back.”

“Glad to hear it.” I could hear the smile in Quinn’s voice.

“But I’m not flying commercial. Send the jet.”

Quinn released a long sigh. “Christ. When did you become so demanding?”

I ignored his question. Getting fucked over would do that to a guy. From here on out, I would call the shots. Things would be done according to my terms, or not at all. “See you soon, brother.”

Stripping off my wet swim shorts, I cranked the shower faucet to hot and tried to pretend that things would be fine once I got back to Boston.

They had to be, right?