I drink in the news that Vincent has revealed to me.
"Are you being serious right now?" I ask.
"As serious as I'll ever be, Charlotte," he says, with no trace of humor or a hint that he was fucking around with me.
This was big news to take in. I knew how badly Vincent wanted to know if he had family out there when I first met him. The way his face lit up when he saw his father for the first time in prison was permanently etched into my mind.
For him to find out that he has a brother was a whole other new feeling that must've filled him with excitement. There were so many questions that I had in my mind like does he know who he is? Where is he at?
"Holy shit," I mutter.
A thud on the door makes us part further away from each other. I look at Vincent and he gets up from the bed. He walks over to the door and checks through the peephole. "It's just Sage," he says.
The door opens and a drunk Sage stumbles through. He lands face first onto the floor and groans.
"Sage? What are you doing here?" I ask, getting up from the bed. The minute I set my foot down on the floor a pain shoots up my leg, making me wince.
"Charlotte stay in bed," Vincent sighs, walking over to me and helping me sit back down in bed.
After he helps me back into bed and props my foot up again, he goes and peels Sage off of the floor and makes him sit at one of the lounge chairs in the room.
"Why are you drunk?" Vincent asks Sage.
"I shouldn't be here," Sage groans.
"And you thought it was a good idea to get drunk?" Vincent asks.
"This was a bad bad idea," Sage groans. He reaches for an ice pack that was sitting beside on the table and presses it against the side of his head. "What was I thinking that going to a wedding would make things easier?"
"Sage, what's going on?" I ask, watching him crumble in front of me.
"It's Layla," Vincent says with a sigh, "He's still finding it hard to move on."
"Layla? As in you're still in love with her?" I ask, wrapping my head around the thought of Sage not letting Layla go. "But Layla just got engaged."
"I know," Sage slurs his words, "I forgot where we were for a second and we've been hanging out all day. It felt like we were back in Crescent City again and not worrying about the future or companies to take over."
Vincent gives Sage a pity look and glances back at me. "You just have to move on," Vincent says, "as harsh as that sounds."
"Yeah," I chime in, "trust me. It's hard at first, but then it gets easier once you meet the right people." I don't break eye contact with Vincent as if I was giving him the advice.
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Romance[Sequel to Infatuated] 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆. Charlotte is headed into her third year at Columbia University on her way to become one of her generation's best writers. With wedding bells ringing for h...