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Accidentally In Love With My Best Friends Brother
Chapter 9
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Kiara
REJECTED.
I stare at the screen for a long time. Maybe a little too long because my eyes are starting to hurt.

"Damn it!" I slam the laptop shut and toss it onto the passenger seat.
This is the fourth publishing company that rejected my manuscript as it is. It seems like without adding more explicit sex scenes, it won't sell at all.
Out of nowhere, I hear a knock on the window. It's Ms. Hill, looking worried. "Hey baby, are you alright? It seems like every time I come down here, you're sitting in this car."
I flash a fake smile. "Oh yeah, just enjoying the peace and quiet. My boyfriend's video games are kinda loud and overstimulating."
It's not like I'm going to admit to anyone what's really going on.
Ms. Hill is a kind, older woman that has aged like fine wine. She has to be sixty or seventy, but she could easily pass for someone in their forties.

Her mahogany skin glows underneath the garage lights, and she always wears her black robe and head scarf when she's coming downstairs to empty her trash.
"You know, you should really kick his raggedy ass out," she grumbles, pulling her robe tighter around her.
I cough out a laugh. "Ms. Hill!"
"I'm sorry baby, I'm just telling you how it is. I don't like that him. Last week, I saw that man sitting in the car on his phone while you brought in all the groceries. Now, I know he had better home training than that!"

I laugh it off, but it really stings. Everyone seems to know he wasn't a good guy besides me. I guess finding out later is better than never, right?
After we say our goodbyes, I shoot Candice a text and ask her where we're meeting for dinner. She texts me the address to this fancy restaurant that looks pretty pricey. Something I definitely won't be able to afford with my current situation.
For the first time all week, I go inside my apartment and rummage through my clothes lying all over my furniture in the living room. I find a cute, yellow dress and throw it on before heading into the bathroom to straighten my hair and apply a touch of makeup.
I meet her at the restaurant, only a few minutes late, and find her already seated at the table. She's wearing a short, green dress that compliments her eyes and light caramel complexion.
"Love the dress! You look different," she says, narrowing her eyes at me.
I laugh it off. "Is that a good or bad different?"
"Hmm, I don't know yet."
I don't want to tell her about the hook-up I had last night. She'll probably judge me and call me stupid for doing it. She wouldn't be wrong.
Although I pretended not to care, the way the Hazel-eyed SexGod Chef acted really did bother me, but what did I expect? He had "fun" and that's all it was. Now, it's time to pick up the broken pieces of my heart and focus on my book.
I grimace at the menu, everything is out of my tight, six-month budget. Christ, even the salads are $15!
"Ki, you okay?"
I drag my gaze up to her. "Huh?"
She stares at me silently for a long moment. "Holy shit, you must've had some bomb ass sex last night!" she exclaims, causing the older couple beside us to shoot us a side-eye.
I cover my flushed face with my hands. "Oh my god, Candy! Shut up!" I say in a hushed tone.
"Oops sorry," she giggles, "has Jordan been working on his sex game? You have this like sexy afterglow. I love this for you!"
I swallow hard, dropping my voice even lower, "Jordan and I broke up last week." She raises an eyebrow, silently demanding more details. "I caught him cheating, so I kicked him out."
She gives me a disappointed look. "Why didn't you tell me right away? You acted like everything was fine when we met at Starbucks on Friday."
"I was humiliated. You've been telling me for a long time to break it off with him, and you're going through your own thing with your brother and the long-distance thing with Patricia, I just wanted to give you a safe space to share without interrupting you with my bullshit," I ramble as she stares at me intently.
She seems to accept my explanation as an apology, but she still look's skeptical. "There's something you're not telling me. Considering you're not in jail and he's not dead, who was he cheating with, Ki?"
Bile rises in my throat as I reluctantly answer, "Lavender."
Her eyes widen, filled with anger. "LAVENDER? OH HELL NAH!" she exclaims.
Around us, there comes more side-eyes. More murmurs. More judgement.
Fuck, she's going to get us kicked out of here.
She jumps up from the table and pulls me up by my hand. "Wait, we haven't even ordered yet!" I protest, feeling my stomach growl.
"Text your mom and tell her we're coming over for dinner."
Ugh, I'm not looking forward to that. I've been dodging them with excuses for months, so it's going to look suspicious when I randomly show up tonight.
After dropping my car off at the apartment complex, I ride with Candy to my parents house. We park on the curb in front of the house while I muster up the courage to go inside.
I'm starting to feel queasy, like there's a swarm of bees in my stomach. "Candy, I don't think this is a good idea," I mumble.
I know Lavender cloves back in (of course, where else would she have gone?) but confronting her doesn't interest me. I just want to move on, and forget what happened.
She frowns."See this is why she keeps doing the shit she does. Y'all don't hold her accountable."
I breathe out a sigh. She's probably right, but hey, I almost shot her. I think I deserve some credit, right?
She's aggressively scrolling on her phone when she asks, "so who dicked you down last night if it wasn't Jordan?"
Ugh, the question I've been dreading.
"I met a guy at a bar. He was arrogant...kind of an asshole, but he was hot. I'm not going to lie, he was so much better than Jordan, and-"
She cuts me off. "Oh my God! Have you seen her Facebook? He's literally in every selfie for the past month." She continues scrolling with her mouth agape. "Yoooo, they made an OnlyFans together! She's charging $30 a month, who does she think she is...Kim Kardashian? Oh shit, isn't this your bedroom?"
"Are you fucking serious right now?" I shout, snatching the phone from her hand.
There on the screen is my sister and ex-boyfriend fucking on my bed. I watch for a few seconds until the sight of her squirting all over my blanket nearly makes me vomit.
Did they at least fucking wash it after? Or was I just coming home and laying in their fluids?
Blood is pulsing in my ears now. The desire to hurt my sister becomes overwhelmingly prominent and consuming.
"I'm going to be sick." But like a car crash, I can't tear my eyes away from the phone.
On her Facebook page, there are a shitload of photos of them. A recent picture catches my eye. It's from two days ago and they're posing in front of my Dad's blue Toyota pick-up truck.
There's no way they're together and my parents didn't tell me. Right?