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NOW

“He was there, and you didn’t even bother telling me, Alayna?” Brandon blurts out as soon as we’re in the penthouse, throwing his suit jacket across the room in anger. I jolt in surprise.

I don’t know what Drake’s game is anymore. He deliberately told me not to tell Brandon anything, but he flaunted his presence in front of everybody.

I’m not sure what excuse I would tell Brandon, nor would I want to make any excuses. I want to tell him so badly, but something is stopping me.

Brandon shakes his head in disappointment and loosens his necktie. “Stay the night here.”

“But Brandon—”

“That is not a request. You’re not getting away from this.” He demands through a clenched jaw before stomping upstairs.

I collapse on the couch in frustration, slinging an arm over my eyes. How am I supposed to explain this to him?

I barely have a second to breathe when Brandon comes back downstairs. He’s already dressed in a white shirt and gray sweatpants. He then hands me a silk lavender-colored nightgo