Page 24 of Don’t Fall For Your Ex-Boyfriend's Brother
Chapter 12
Tripp
His invitation to dinner? She’s going on a date with Oliver Moore? What the fuck?
My skin burns with angry jealousy as I stare into her eyes. She looks like a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar. Shocked and nervous.
I shake my head and turn around, walking out of the book store. That damn bell alerting everyone to my departure.
Fucking Oliver Moore. The guy is the equivalent to Callum with his success, but Oliver is outgoing and fun. He’s older than I am, hell older than Brock.
Fucking Brock. He probably introduced them since Oliver is Willow’s oldest brother. Brock used to date Millie and now he’s dating Willow. Knowing my brother, he probably felt like he owed Millie something and figured he’d get her a man.
Asshole.
I head straight to Atta Boy, ready to rip into Brock. He had Millie and let her go. I’m like the dog waiting for scraps who keeps getting denied over and over. It’s fucking unreal.
Once at Atta Boy, I push through the door and walk straight to the kitchen to ask Griffin where Brock is. My anger and jealousy at a level I’ve never experienced before.
“Where’s Brock?”
Griffin spins around and stares at me like I’ve got three heads.
“Griffin, seriously, where is Brock?”
He pulls the towel off his shoulder and wipes his hands on it as he walks toward me. “As far as I know he had the day off. Him and Willow were going on a day trip or something. Why? What’s up?”
Of course he’s with his girlfriend. Happy and in love, while I’m here aching over a woman who never was and never will be mine.
Fuck, what am I doing?
Millie isn’t mine. Can I really get pissed at her for accepting an invitation to dinner from Oliver Moore?
I lean against the counter, feeling the fight leave me.
“Tripp, what the hell is wrong?” Griffin asks, standing in front of me.
I shake my head, running my hands down my face. My eyes lift to his and I sigh. “I’m a goddamn mess.”
He nods and leans against the counter next to me. “Talk to me.”
What can I say? I can’t tell him the truth, but I’m ready to explode from keeping everything inside.
“Pretty sure that girl is into someone else,” I admit.
“Why do you say that?”
I shrug, keeping my gaze on the floor. “I heard someone invite her to dinner.”
He chuckles and I snap my head toward him. “I’m sorry,” he says, holding his hands up. “But, you heard someone invite her to dinner, so what. Did she accept?”
“I don’t know, I walked away,” I say.
“You really are a fucking idiot sometimes, Tripp.”
“Thanks, that helps a lot.”
“I’m not saying I don’t get it. I do. I totally understand what it’s like to want someone so badly that you feel like burning down the world when it doesn’t feel like it’s going to work out,” he says.