Britney Daniel shot another look in the mirror, and what she saw in the back seat made her purse her lips. Her big brother was sleeping like a baby, his face tucked against Wilson Edwards’s neck and his hand clutching his shirt as if he was afraid the man would disappear. Just s*x. Right. He looked so vulnerable, and it broke Britney's heart. Brandon was the best and didn't deserve this cruel play with love.
“So,” Britney said, breaking the silence. “Your relationship with my brother… what is it?”
The billionaire’s face was obscured by shadows, the streetlights occasionally illuminating his sharp, dark eyes. “My relationship?” he repeated in a vaguely mocking undertone, as if the mere concept was ridiculous. Which was somewhat hilarious, considering that his hand was still cradling Brand
