The Change Up (The Brentwood Boys, #5)

by Meghan Quinn

“Are you denying it?” Before I can answer, he continues, “Ever since you got here, you’ve taken everything you wanted. You’ve changed everything in my apartment, trading out all my products for environmentally friendly shit. You changed my balcony into a landfill, you invited people over when I specifically told you not to, you brought a fucking dog in the house when I requested no animals, and you put on a fucking birthday party when I didn’t even want one.” His voice rises. “I didn’t want a fucking party, Kinsley. Are you hearing it now, or is it still going in one ear and out the other, like everything else I’ve told you?” “Maddox. I was trying—” “You were being your mom.” I reel back as if he slapped me. “Excuse me?” “Always meddling, always thinking you know what’s right. Guess what, Kinsley, we might have known each other since we were five, but I’m a grown man now, and you don’t know everything about me. Before you came here, I was doing just fine. I had my routine, I had my schedule of women, I was happy . . . content. And then you showed up.” “I didn’t just show up,” I shoot back. “You invited me.” He drags his hand over his face and reaches for the bottle of whiskey. He takes a gulp and then looks me in the eyes and says, “Yeah, that was a mistake.”

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