nce more, blue eyes slicing into Nick’s frame. “She doesn’t deviate from that.”
But again, Nick’s a New Yorker and thinks the entire world revolves around him.
“So what?” he tossed off like it was no big deal. “Flight schedule, flight smedule. Joanie and I decided to take a tour of the Big Apple today. It was fun, wasn’t it sweetheart?” he asked, clasping the curvy girl close to his side. “She’s never been here before, and I wanted to show her the sights.”
The brunette nodded, big brown eyes wide as her chin trembled.
“Yes, we walked around Manhattan,” she murmured. “I’m sorry Aaron, Andrew,” the girl said softly. “If I’d known it was imperative to come to Atlanta….”
But I cut her off, not even looking at the female.
“Not your fault, sweetheart,” was my rasp, murderous gaze still directed at Nick. “We know it wasn’t your doing. It was this fucker here.”
My brother jumped in as well.
“Fuck you,” was all Aaron said, big hands closing into fists. “Fuck you.”
But Nick wouldn’t back down. He continued to play it off like it was no big deal.
“Joanie’s tired,” he began, arching his brows. “She took all six of us in Tucson, remember? What, you’re not gonna give her some time off?”
Aaron was on it immediately.
“She can rest in Atlanta,” he snarled, blue eyes flaring. “Atlanta is better than here.”
But then I cut in.
“She hasn’t been resting anyways,” came my bitten off accusation. “You’ve been having a good time.”
“Of course,” exclaimed Nick. “We’ve been walking around Central Park, visiting Sheep’s Meadow before grabbing a bite to eat at that sports bar in the Empire State Building. What’s it called again sweetheart?”
Joanie looked like she was about to faint.
“Heartland Brewery,” she managed, face white, voice trembling like a leaf. “Heartland.”
“Yeah,” grunted Nick. “Not a moment to sit down, we’ve been seeing the sights like a bunch of tourists.”
Now this was really getting to me. Because that obviously wasn’t the truth.
“You’ve been fucking,” I bit out, eyes hard. “Don’t try to deny it.”
But the billionaire was really a piece of work. Because he shook his head, blue eyes narrowing.
“Naw,” he denied. “We’ve been walking about town all day, seeing the sights. Where the hell would we fuck? Central Park? The Empire State? Please asshole.”
But we know a well-fucked girl when we see one, and my twin rasped then, eyes blazing.
“Take it off,” he said to the female. “Take it off and show us.”
“What?” Joanie cried, cheeks flushing. “What do you mean?”
“Take off your sweat pants honey. I have no idea why the fuck this fucker didn’t get you better clothes but get naked, baby, and let us see. That’ll tell us whether you were fucked or not.”
For sure, she had been. It was clear as day what with her glowing skin and sparkling eyes.
But now, that bright-eyed look was gone. Instead, Joanie was paralyzed with shock.
“Wh-what?” she stammered. “Here?”