The Unexpected First (The Unexpected Series Book 2)

Chapter Twenty-Five

Iknew this would happen. She’s constantly crying, a fucking mess each time he leaves. My baby sister has been a hard ass since our mom died, so for this relation-shit, because that’s what it is, to be affecting her so much, that every time he flies off she’s in tears and needs to drink in order to cope, has me seeing red. I’m fucking done letting him get away with this shit. It may have been Bennett’s idea to go back to Miami, but I know Greyson can keep her safe here in Central Falls.

I step off of the plane onto the tarmac, having taken the smallest plane known to man - ok, I’m exaggerating, just a little - it’s too small to use a tunnel. The overwhelming humidity makes beads of sweat roll down my forehead and neck from the brief exposure. I only brought a backpack of clothing and I’m fairly certain I am going to need some shorts. It’s hotter than I expected here, jeans aren”t going to cut it. I take a few steps forward until a sign catches my eye directing me to enter the airport in order to exit. Of course I’m at a D gate so nowhere near where I need to be. I toss my pack over my shoulder and start walking. Once I reach the door, I pull it open, welcoming the cool breeze.

Thank you, Willis Carrier.

The taxi is finally pulling up to Greyson’s building forty-five minutes later. I open the door and step out, thanking the driver before dragging my bag onto my back once more.

Jesus. This man has done well for himself if he’s living here.

I walk inside the building looking around at how bright and shiny everything is. I would get incredibly distracted living in a place like this. I find the elevator after a few moments of wandering around. I press the call button and it opens almost immediately. I step in and turn toward the bank of buttons, thankful my protective nature had me snagging Greyson”s address from the driver”s license the last time he was in town and left his wallet unattended in my kitchen. I press the button for the tenth floor. I lean back against the cool metal while the numbers increase at a snail’s pace.

I just want to get this over with so he either comes back with me or ends it for good.

A ding indicating I arrived sounds just before the doors open. I step off of the elevator and turn in the direction of his condo. As I approach, the door opens and a big-breasted blonde comes strutting out like she’s on a goddamn runway. She turns to him, brushing her hand against his forearm and leaning in close before speaking. My feet start moving on their own accord, stopping just a few feet from them.

“Are you fucking kidding me, Greyson?” I roar.

Both he and boobs have a look of shock on their faces.

“What are you doing here, brother?” His question just pisses me off.

“Don’t ‘brother’ me. I told you I would fucking kill you.” I snarl, taking another step toward him.

“Whoa, Jack. It’s not like that. Dumbass.” He shakes his head, a chuckle passing his lips. Rage rips through my veins at his flippant attitude. I’ll rip his goddamn dick off for fucking around on my sister. I advance on him again, but he holds up his hands to stop me.

“This is Tonya. She’s my realtor.” His lips pull into a satisfied grin as I come to a halt with my arm wound back ready to unleash my anger.

She’s his what?