Savior Complex: A Small Town Love Triangle Romance

“It truly was.”

Chapter Twenty

Brayden

My phone rings while Nina’s in the shower, and my breathing grows shallow because I know exactly who it is.

“Hey,” I say, once the phone is at my ear.

“Hey,” Jordy says. I can hear the smile in her voice. She’s likely already been to the gym, eaten breakfast, and has her whole day planned. I, meanwhile, haven’t showered or shaved, won’t have time for breakfast, and just got done fucking her cousin.

I’m absolute scum.

“I know I said I wouldn’t call while you were at the convention, but I just wanted to hear your voice,” she says. “I’d ask you how the whole thing is going, but you know I don’t care.” It’s a running joke between us, but this time it hits a little harder. “So, I’ll just ask if you two are having fun.”

Yeah, I’m having fun. But not the kind of fun you’d want me to have.

“It’s been good,” I say.

“Good,” she repeats. “Wow, way to go wild there, Brayden.”

“We’re having fun,” I assure her. Pull it together, asshole. “Last night was the big welcome party, and today is chock full of meetings.”

She gives an audible yawn, and I laugh even though it annoys me so much. Why can’t she even try to be interested in the things I do?

“Point made,” I say.

“Is Nina into it? You’re not going to drag her to all those meetings, are you? Shit, she’ll probably gouge her ears out with the way those guys drone on.”

As if she hears her name, Nina comes out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel, a wall of steam behind her. She drops the towel and does a little shimmy, all while Jordy keeps going on about how horribly boring this conference is.

“Actually, she’s having a great time,” I cut in. Nina’s eyes widen, and I can tell she just realized who I’m talking to. As if Jordy can see us, she puts the towel back on. I want to tell her to drop it again. Maybe bend over. Maybe sit before me so I can taste that clean, wet pussy.

“Good to hear it,” Jordy says, reminding me how much of an asshole I am. “But if she looks ready to die from boredom, tell her to call me and I’ll share every spa I recommend within a ten-mile radius.”

It’s still weird to me that they’re getting along, especially when Jordy has spent years talking smack about Nina. But I don’t argue.

“In fact, put her on the phone.”

No, this is weird.

“Hold on.”

I hold the phone out to Nina, who shakes her head no.

“I can’t talk to her,” she mouths to me.

“Take it,” I mouth back. She glares at me, then snatches the phone out of my hand.

“Hi Jordy,” she says, turning her back to me.

I want to hear what they’re saying, but I also don’t. So I leave the room for the shower to wash my sins off while my fiancé talks with … fuck, my mistress? A fling? What the fuck was this? And what the fuck was I thinking?

I wasn’t thinking, that’s what. It never should have gotten this far, starting with my decision to bring Nina here and let her stay in my room. I didn’t need to bring her at all. I definitely did not need to sleep with her.

Nina’s shape appears through the fogged glass of the shower. I turn off the water, grab the towel, and wrap it around me before I open the door. It’s not like she hasn’t already seen me naked, that I haven’t wrapped my body around hers all morning long. But hearing Jordy’s voice adds some clarity to the situation.

“We can’t do this,” Nina says, hugging her arms around herself and staring at the tile.