My Fiance's Brother
My fingers clenched into fists and I turned to him, my voice in a whisper, “Do you?”
“That should be Layla, I suppose,” he said casually.
Of course, it was.
“My brother's girlfriend.”
The room tilted, and I blinked fast. “Where is the restroom? I…I don't feel good.”
Marcus' gaze instantly softened, his hands coming to rest at the small of my back. “Are you okay? Babe, what's wrong this time?”
“I'm fine, I promise. I just need to get to the restroom real quick.”
I had just taken a step away when a soft voice called my name.
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