It's been hours since we got back, and it's dark outside, yet I have no plans to go down, not even at midnight.
Firstly, it's because I'm afraid of running into Brother, and secondly, I want to avoid a repeat of what happened five months ago.
My phone next to me on the bed rings, and it's Brandon.
I answer immediately, though my fingers tremble from my nervousness. I've been anxious about why he hasn't called. I also didn't call him because I'm unsure of what Brother did to him, and I didn't ask him after the tension that arose between us following that massive d**k display in the break lounge.
Gosh… I shudder at the memory of his d**k as I answer the call.
“Hello,”
“Ella. How are you doing?” Brandon asks, and my heart skips a frantic beat.
“W–Why?” I gulp.
“Because that's what you
