AVERY (The Corbin Brothers Book 2)

by Lexie Ray

  “Oh, stop,” I said, pushing her. “I fell in love, is what happened.”

  “I’m so happy for you,” she said, giving me a hug.

  The doorbell rang again and I stiffened. I didn’t understand why I was so jumpy. I loved meeting new people — especially those whose family I was going to be a part of.

  Casey examined my engagement ring as Liam answered the door.

  “Mom and Dad!” he exclaimed, hugging two finely dressed individuals. I smiled, seeing that he took after his dad in looks but mom in coloring. He was the culmination of the best of both of them. I wondered if they ever realized it.

  “This is Collette Bell,” Liam said, sweeping his hand over to me.

  “Please, Cocoa,” I said, holding out my hand. “Nobody calls me Collette except for your son, when he forgets that no one calls me Collette.”

  “Oh, please,” Mrs. Henry said, holding her arms out. “You’re going to be my daughter-in-law. Give me a hug.”

  Laughing, I complied, hugging Mr. Henry afterward.

  “Where’s Michael?” Liam asked, closing the door.

  “Oh, you know your brother since the divorce,” Mr. Henry said. “Out burning the midnight oil last night. He’ll be along later, I’m sure.”

  We filled our plates and sat around the dining room table, chatting.

  “Liam has told us all about your volunteer work at the senior center,” Mrs. Henry said. “What a selfless thing for a young girl like you to do.”

  “It’s actually pretty selfish,” I said, laughing. “I love going. They’re the ones keeping me entertained all day.”

  “You have a kind heart,” Mrs. Henry said, patting my hand. “I can tell.”

  “So, when’s the wedding?” Mr. Henry asked.

  “Dad, we just got engaged this week,” Liam protested. “Let us have a while to savor it before launching us into the planning phase.”

  “Well, the estate is yours to make use of, if you want to have it there,” Mr. Henry said.

  Estate? Casey and I exchanged a quick glance. This was crazy.

  “Cocoa and I will discuss it,” Liam said. “But look. You’re overwhelming her. Let’s talk about something else.”

  “I’m not overwhelmed,” I said. “I know a lot goes into wedding planning — or at least, I think it does. This is my first one.”

  Everyone burst out into laughter at my hurried words. I joined them when I realized what I’d said.

  “I’m glad this is your first, dear,” Mrs. Henry said, wiping her eyes with a napkin.

  Another knock on the door had Liam jumping up, putting his fork on the table.

  “That’ll be Michael,” he said. “I’ll get it.”

  “So, sweetie, what do you do?” Mrs. Henry asked Casey.

  She grinned. “I’m studying to become a nurse,” she said.

  “How wonderful!” Mr. Henry exclaimed.

  I was relieved that she left out the stripper part. Casey gave me a wink that told me she’d been thinking about revealing her night job.

  “Casey, Cocoa, this is my brother, Michael,” Liam said from behind me.

  “Call me Mike,” a voice said as I turned around.

  I froze in my seat, dragging my eyes up to Liam’s face. I’d never noticed a resemblance because I’d never thought to look for one. But there it was. They both shared their mother’s blond hair and blue eyes, and both were easy to smile. However, that’s where the similarities ended. While Liam was fit, Mike was chunky around the waist. Liam had also been luckier in the cock department than his older brother. Liam also wasn’t cruel. Even if we fought, I was pretty sure he wouldn’t try to rape me in the middle of a place of business.

  Mike’s eyes narrowed, looking at me and wondering where he’d seen me before. His eyes widened as he realized it and I cringed at his knowledge.

  There was a blessed, breathless moment when I thought he was going to keep quiet about his realization. I thought he might do that for me — for what he’d done to me and to keep the peace with his family. I was marrying his brother, after all.

  But then, Mike’s face gave a terrible smile, the one I’d seen when he attacked me at Mama’s nightclub, and I knew everything was over.

  “You’re marrying a whore, Liam,” Mike said.

  The entire room froze, forks clattering to the plate.

  “Young man, if that’s your opinion of a joke —” Mr. Henry said, rising from his seat at the table.

  “Just stating a fact,” Mike said. “I’ve fucked her.”

  “Watch your mouth,” Liam said, his voice soft and dangerous. “There are ladies present.”

  “That one, absolutely not,” Mike said, pointing at me. He eyed Casey. “That one, I have my doubts about. Our mother is a lady, of course. One lady present, and she doesn’t mind my cursing that much, do you, Mom?”

  “Please be polite, Michael,” Mrs. Henry begged. “This is the woman your brother is going to marry.”

  Mike snorted. “Please. Liam doesn’t even tolerate buying used cars. I don’t know why he would want a used bride.”

  Liam fisted his hand in his brother’s shirt and yanked him closer. “Stop, whatever you’re doing,” Liam said, still in that soft, terrible voice. The faint tremble of his hand was the only hint of his rage.

  “I can’t let you make a mistake this big, little brother,” Mike said. “I’ve paid for the privilege of her company. She was a prostitute before she met you. That’s a fact.”

  A hand snaked its way into mine underneath the table. I looked over at Casey and she squeezed my hand, her eyes wide.

  At the same time, Liam shoved his brother away. Mrs. Henry gave a thin scream.

  “I don’t know why you’re so angry,” Mike said, laughing. “I’m just giving you the truth. She’s a dream in the sack, isn’t she? She should know — she’s had enough practice.”

  Liam slugged his brother in the face, Mike’s nose spurting a shower of blood.

  “Boys, enough!” Mr. Henry shouted.

  I clutched at Casey, terrified of what was happening. Liam was my fiancé, but he had a very public face. If the truth of my past came out, how could he be expected to marry me anyway?

  Mike hadn’t stopped laughing. “Your fiancée ruined my marriage,” he continued. “Look, I have the proof.”

  He dug out his phone from his pocket.

  “Please stop,” I said, speaking up for the first time. “Please stop.”

  “Not until your life is just as ruined as mine,” Mike said, not looking up as he scrolled through his phone. “Bingo.”

  He held out his phone to Liam, who took it with disgust.

  “I don’t want to see your filthy pictures,” he said, scrolling through several images with distaste. Then he paused and brought the phone up to his face. He swiped at the screen, swiped at it again, his mouth straightening into a grim line. He knew what he was witnessing — me sleeping with his brother, I realized, a dull roar filling my ears. Everything was lost. Everything was over.

  “At least we both have good taste in whores,” Mike said.

  Liam lifted his eyes to me, their normal shine dull, listless.

  “Is this true?” he asked, a desperate edge to his voice. “Maybe they’ve been edited, the images. Someone’s idea of a joke?”

  I hadn’t noticed I’d been crying until that moment, tears soaking the top of my dress.

  “I left that life,” I said. “It’s not part of me anymore.”

  Liam looked like I’d socked him in the stomach. “You — you never wanted to talk about your past,” he said.

  “Because it’s the past,” I said. “Please, Liam. I love you. I’m not who I used to be.”

  “Once a whore, always a whore,” Mike commented.

  I pointed at him, breathing in and out through my nose, rage consuming me.

  “He beat the shit out of me,” I said, staring daggers at Mike.

  Liam sank into a chair, looking like he was going to be sick. “Th
is can never come out,” he said. “This can never come out.” He kept repeating it and repeating it, like a broken record.

  My mouth twisted. Was my fiancé not even going to defend me against his brother?

  “Of course,” I said. “You have your business to think of. Excuse me. I forgot what’s important. Not love, no. Money. Your reputation.”

  “What would you have me do?” Liam said. “If the tabloids got a hold of this — Christ, if the New York Times got a hold of this — the business would go under. No clients would trust me. I’d be ruined.”

  “We’d be together,” I whispered. “That’s all that matters. We’d be together. Nothing else is as important as that. Be brave.”

  Liam shook his head and dropped his face to his hands. “It’s no good,” he muttered.

  I pressed my lips together, desperate not to cry one more tear even though my heart was breaking. How could the love of my life not want to take a chance? I was who I was because of my past. Why couldn’t he see that?

  Casey stood up and took me by the hand. “You don’t have to do this,” she said. “We’re done here. You’re coming home with me.”

  She was right, I knew. I was done here. There was no love for me in this house. No love for me from Liam. He couldn’t overcome my past even with the love we shared in the present. His reputation was too important to him.

  I let myself be led to the door before Casey stopped.

  “You know, I forgot something,” she said. “Wait for me just a moment.”

  I watched her march back to the dining room and kick Mike in the balls. He collapsed with a high-pitched wheeze, clutching at his crotch.

  “That’s what you get, your fucking asshole!” Casey roared, making me jump. “I had to clean up your handiwork, you son of a bitch! Cocoa was a goddamn mess after you got done with her!”

  Liam and his parents stared at her in shock as she marched back to the door and took me by the hand.

  “It was nice meeting you, Mr. and Mrs. Henry,” Casey said in a normal voice. “Liam, if I see you anywhere near Cocoa, you’ll get the same treatment as the sorry sack of shit you call your brother.”

  Chapter 8

  Casey was a true friend, I realized, as we took a taxi back to her apartment. I was weeping too hard for public transportation. It had warmed my heart to see Mike go down after she’d kicked him, but I was shattered at Liam’s inability to continue loving me. What we had was real — as real as my past, but more powerful. At least, that’s what I thought.

  Casey got me up to the apartment, dragging me along at points.

  “It’s going to be okay,” she kept chanting.

  She tucked me into her bed and laid beside me, stroking my hair as I sobbed. My well of tears seemed endless, my body wracked with unimaginable pain. Why did it hurt so much?

  “You were brave enough to open yourself up to love,” Casey said. I didn’t realize I’d sobbed my thoughts aloud. “It’s hard to make yourself vulnerable because it hurts so badly when your heart is betrayed.”

  “You sound like you’re speaking from experience,” I said, my voice shot from all the crying.

  “Of course I am,” Casey said. “Everyone gets their heart broken at least once in their lifetime. You just have to keep on loving. You can’t stop. It’s impossible to stop. Humans are wired to fall in love. So one day, when you find the right guy — or girl, no judgment — you’re going to have to be brave again so you can love.”

  “Liam is the right guy,” I said, starting to cry again. “I know he is. Why can’t he see?”

  Casey shushed me, hugging me to her. She provided physical comfort, but no one could fill the hole in my heart.

  I spent two whole days in bed, crying on and off, before Casey made me get up.

  “That’s enough, now,” she said. “Life has to go on.”

  I knew she was right, but I felt like I had to drag myself from minute to minute. I got ready to go to the strip club with Casey that night, but she shook her head.

  “No one likes a sad stripper, honey,” she said. “I’ll let you know when you’re ready to start stripping again, if that’s what you want to do.”

  I shrugged and settled on the couch to lose myself to the TV. The flickering images, the constant dialogue, just the buzz of the sound drowned out my thoughts. It was a mindless comfort, but it was all I had.

  Casey got back in what seemed like minutes and picked up my phone, frowning.

  “I’ve been texting you,” she said. “I got worried when you didn’t answer.”

  “Didn’t you just leave?” I asked. “What time is it?”

  “It’s almost three in the morning,” Casey said, cocking her head at me. “I’ve been gone for six hours.”

  Six hours lost, I thought. Good.

  “I wanted to know if you wanted takeout or something, but you never answered,” she said, tossing the phone at me. “That meant I picked up takeout, of course.”

  She settled on the couch next to me and handed me a steaming box of noodles. Casey dug in while I picked at mine, scrolling through the text messages I’d missed.

  Two were from Liam. I didn’t want to look at them, but my fingers opened them of their own accord.

  “I need to talk to you,” the first one read.

  “Cocoa, we have to talk,” was the second one.

  A flashing indicator also told me I’d missed no less than five calls from him. I dropped the phone in my lap in surprise as it buzzed, his name and number illuminating the screen.

  Casey was watching me. “It’s him calling, isn’t it?” she asked. She always made a conscious effort not to say “Liam.”

  I nodded, looking at the screen until my phone stopped buzzing.

  “Probably wants that ring back,” Casey said, pointing at my finger.

  I hadn’t been able to bring myself to take it off. That would make everything too real.

  “We should hock it,” Casey said. “Then go on vacation somewhere awesome.”

  I tried to smile at her and failed. Both of us jumped when the door buzzer sounded.

  Glancing down at my phone, I opened another message from Liam. “I’m outside,” it read. “Please talk to me.”

  “It’s him,” I said.

  “I’ll handle this,” Casey said, setting her takeout aside and stalking toward the door. She cleared her throat and pressed the speaker button. “State your business.”

  “It’s me, Liam,” came the tinny response. “Can I speak to Cocoa, please?”

  His voice was like a knife to my heart. I hadn’t realized I’d missed hearing it so much. It was so hard to sit there and listen. I had to resist several urges all at once — the urge to start crying again, the urge to bury my head in pillows to never hear that voice again, the urge to run down the seven flights of stairs to see him again.

  “No, you cannot,” Casey said. “You’re a vile person, Liam. You broke her heart.”

  There was silence from the speaker for a few moments, just the dull hiss of someone pressing the button and not having anything to say.

  “I know I did,” he said. “And I’m sorry for it. I wanted her to know that. I wanted to tell her myself.”

  “You can tell me, and maybe I’ll think about letting her know,” Casey said. “I told you to never come near her. Your balls are going to get flattened, rich boy.”

  “It was a chance I had to take,” Liam said. “I need to talk to her, Casey.”

  “If it’s about the ring, you’re out of luck,” she said. “We gave it to a bum a couple blocks from here. Made her pretty happy. Made Cocoa happier to be rid of it.”

  “It’s not about the ring,” Liam said. “I don’t care about that. I just — can I just talk to Cocoa?”

  “You lost those privileges when you refused to stand by her,” Casey said, her voice icy.

  “Please,” Liam said, his voice breaking. “Please let me talk to her.”

  “She’s not here,” Casey lied. “She’s out on a
date. I fixed her up with someone from the strip joint — really nice guy. A lot better than you. She was excited about it.”

  “As long as she’s happy,” Liam said, his voice dull even through the speaker. “That’s all I wanted to know. I won’t bother you anymore.”

  “Stop!” I cried, jumping up from the couch. “Stop!”