I turn to see Nate standing under the white archway to the entrance of the kitchen with his cell in one hand and his eyes on mine.
“It’s not what you think,” I say defensively, knowing the moment he unlocked his phone, he watched it. I’m sure that everyone he knows has watched it by now. Who knows how many texts and calls he’s had from friends informing him that his girlfriend is f*****g her stepbrother?
“Oh … so you’re not on your knees in the formal dining room with Colt’s d**k down your throat,” he says slowly. His eyes remain on mine. “Because that’s exactly what was happening in the video I just saw.”
“It was—” I was about to say that was six weeks ago, before we got together, but I just cheated on the man this morning in the shower.
He gives a rough laugh, pocketing his cell. “No
