Page 31 of My Alpha Stepbrother's Dirty Secret 2

No.No, I wasn't going to look.I wasn't.

But I did.

God help me, I did.

It was another message.This time, it wasn't from Logan.

It was from a saved contact.a woman.Her profile picture was of her in a red dress, legs long, hair perfect, eyes sultry.

The message read:

"Thanks for the other night, love.Your hands, your mouth, your cock...God, I still can't stop thinking about it.You're always so fucking good to me.I love you, darling.Can't wait for another night just like that..."

attached was a picture.

Killian.Lying shirtless on this same bed.

Right fucking here.

Smirking at the camera.The same crooked, smug smirk he had given me.

There was lipstick on his neck.

And a woman's bare leg resting over his waist.

My throat closed.

I stared at the photo like my brain refused to believe it.Like maybe if I blinked enough, it would disappear.Maybe I was dreaming.Maybe this was some kind of twisted nightmare.But it wasn't.

It was this bed.

This fucking bed.

This exact same hotel room.The wallpaper.The pillows.There was no denying it.

Killian hadn't just taken me here.

He had taken someone else.

He had fucked someone else.

Here.In this exact same space.Maybe just days ago.Maybe hours.

And here I was.

Thinking I meant something.

Thinking I was special.

Thinking I was the only one.

Tears spilled down my cheeks before I even realized I was crying.

I didn't make a sound.

I just stared at the photo, the message, the man sleeping behind me, the phone in my hand.

And I cried silently.