Fúcking My Ex's Brother (5)
It had been three weeks since I walked out of Kieran’s apartment, swearing I’d never go back. I told myself Rafe was just a mistake, a reckless f**k I’d needed to burn the taste of betrayal off my tongue. But he hadn’t left my head. Every night I went to bed, I thought about his c**k splitting me open, the way he smirked like he owned me while I rode him. I hated that I wanted him again.
That night, Ivy dragged me out to a new lounge downtown. “You’ve been sulking too long, Selene. Drink, laugh, live a little.” She meant well, but I wasn’t in the mood for crowded bars or fake conversations. I was halfway through my cocktail, pretending to listen, when a familiar presence charged the air around me.
I turned.
In that moment, I froze.
Rafe was at the bar, lea
