as he studies me. “Nah. Just came up to see how you’re doing.”
I rub at my jaw, contemplating if I should tell him about the Fallon shitstorm I made and ask his advice, or just deal with it myself. After all, I’m not really the type to ask my brothers for advice.
“Everything’s good. I’m just exhausted.”
“You sure? It doesn’t have anything to do with Fallon being pissier than normal?” I narrow my eyes, wondering if he’s prying for information or just making conversation.
“Maybe it’s her time of the month?” I try to make it a joke but it falls flat, so I go back to pretending as if I don’t know the problem is me, all me.
“Hmmm, maybe.” Remy snickers, laughter filling his hazel-colored eyes. He looks the most like mom, inheriting her lighter skin and eyes. “Or maybe you did something stupid and she told Ryker about it ... who then told me.”
I clench my jaw, my molars grinding against one another while my heart starts beating rapidly against my rib cage, so hard that it feels like it might actually beat through my chest.
Why? Why would she tell him anything? Because you’re a shit friend.
Gripping the armrests of my chair, I squeeze my eyes closed and count silently to ten. “Whatever you heard it’s none of your business. Fallon and I are very capable of working things out on our own.” I’m seething with rage inside but manage to sound somewhat calm.
Remy rolls his eyes, and I know he doesn’t believe me, “Right. Just like you could deal with your feelings for her.”
My mouth drops open in shock because I’ve never admitted to having feelings for Fallon, at least not out loud to anyone but Ryker, and it takes a few minutes for me to recover enough to speak. “I’ve never admitted to feeling anything more than friendship with her, asshole. Don’t assume things you know nothing about.”
Remy chuckles. “Oh, I see. Your way of dealing with your feelings is to ignore them. Makes perfect sense.” His amusement over me getting angry only seems to drive the knife of hate for myself further into my chest.
“Fallon and I are friends, so if you only came here to stir the pot and cause problems you can get out.” I point towards the door, showing him where he can take his shit comments.
“Just friends…really?” He tilts his head, his blonde hair, so similar to our mom’s, falling over one eye. “Because Fallon said you kissed her, and that she kissed you back…” He cuts himself off when I slam my fist down on my desk, causing it to vibrate. The contents of my coffee cup slosh over the sides. Knowing Fallon went out of her way to tell my brothers about what happened infuriates me. If she wants someone to talk to, she should be talking to me.
“Get the fuck out,” I growl. Remy uncrosses his legs, stands and smooths his hands down his suit. He’s still smiling, but I’m leaning over my desk on the verge of strangling him and Ryker both.
“Sure bro, but just remember…” He stares me straight in the eyes as he says his next words, “Friends don’t kiss, so if you’re ready to face your feelings for Fallon now would be a good time to do so, since ya know the entire fucking company is riding on your shoulders.”
“Out! Get out!” I shout, and Remy listens, leaving my office without a backwards glance. I run a hand through my hair in frustration, pulling at the ends hard enough to cause pain. It feels like Ryker and Remy are trying their hardest to get me to snap, and if I’m being honest, I’m real fucking close to doing exactly that. Staring up at the ceiling of my office, I start counting back from one hundred and trying to cool my heated blood by breathing in and out.
Damn you, Remy. I scream inwardly to myself then shove my office chair, sending it flying across the room to slam into the built-in bookcase on the other side.
I want to be the man that takes Fallon, the one that claims her and gives her everything her heart desires, but I also don’t want to lose our friendship if things don’t work out. I’m not the relationship type, so there’s a larger than normal chance it will all go to shit.
Fallon deserves a relationship with someone who won’t fuck everything up. She deserves it all, with a big happily-fucking-ever-after right