Page 66 of Don't Fall For Your Brother's Best Friend

Damn baby, you look almost as sexy talking to the Mayor as you do naked in my bed.

I smile as I hit send and glance up to watch her reaction. She rests her hand on her pocket and I know she felt her phone vibrate. I peek down at my phone and my smile slips.

“No, no, no. Fuck no,” I whisper, staring at the text.

I didn’t send it to just Anya, I sent it to the group text. With everyone. I still had it pulled up from earlier and accidentally sent it through to that.

“Fuck,” I whisper, running my hand through my hair.

I glance around as my heart feels like it’s going to burst out of my chest. Tripp catches my eye and laughs. Fuck. Brock looks at his phone and his brow dips. Shepherd left after serving the beer.

Just as I turn to make a run for it, Callum comes out of his office, pulling his phone from his pocket.

“Fuck,” I whisper.

He reads the text and looks at me before glancing over at the Mayor. It takes him all of three seconds to put it all together before he’s rushing toward me.

“You son of a bitch,” he shouts.

He goes to take a swing, but I grab his arm and shake my head. “Please, not here. Everyone at the party will see and it will ruin our reputation.”

He gives a humorless laugh as his eyes narrow. “You think I give a fuck about your reputation when you’ve been fucking my sister. My sister, Griffin. You broke a promise, you son of a bitch. You’re lucky I don’t kill you right now,” he shouts.

Anya glances over when she hears the commotion and excuses herself from the Mayor.

“Callum, let me explain,” I rush out.

He grabs onto my chef’s coat, pulling me closer to his face. “You’re a fucking liar. I don’t want to hear shit you have to say. You stay away from me and my sister. I’m not asking you, I’m fucking telling you. If I so much as see you look in her direction, I will fucking kill you.”

“Callum, stop it,” Anya says, trying to pull him off me and push us out of the room.

“Anya, don’t,” I plead.

“Don’t fucking talk to her,” he hisses.

Brock and Tripp rush over at this point. I’m humiliated at the scene that is being caused.

“Callum, what the hell, let go of him,” Brock says, trying to get between us.

“Brock, I deserve it,” I say.

“What?” Anya says. “This is why you wanted to keep us a secret because you knew Callum was going to act like an animal?”

Callum snaps his angry green eyes toward her. “He wanted you to keep it a secret because he broke a promise. A promise that he swore he’d never break. When I told him to promise he’d never touch my little sister.”

“What? You made him promise not to touch me?” she shouts. Her sad eyes slide to mine and the hurt I see shatters my heart. “You were never going to tell anyone, were you? I was a dirty little secret that you intended to keep hidden.”

“Callum, seriously?” Brock says.

“Now it’s making sense,” Tripp whispers with a sly smile.

“Well, look at the prodigal son,” a booming voice says from the middle of the room, causing all eyes to look over.

Callum lets go of me and I feel like the wind has been knocked out of me.

My father. In the flesh. And he’s here.

Why?