(Brady’s POV)
“I think it’s time we have a talk,” I watched Cassie as she swayed on her feet. What was everyone drinking tonight. Parker glared at me from his seat on the floor. Cassie’s eyes were rimmed red, like she had been crying the whole day. She probably was. I had a feeling that what I was about to tell her wasn’t going to help, either.
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(Flashback 30 minutes earlier)
I knew as soon as I entered my bedroom that I wasn’t alone.
I walked in and switched on my lamp by the bed.
“What do you want, Jackson?” I sighed “It’s late, and I’m tired,”
“I wanted to confirm a theory,” he slurred. I turned to see him sitting in one of my armchairs, a half empty bottle of whisky in his hand and two unused glasses on the coffee table. I could tell by looking at him that it wasn’t h
