Three of a Kind : Kind Brothers Book 3 by Sandi Lynn


Sandi Lynn Romance

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I opened my eyes, and the first thing I noticed was a perfectly manicured hand with red nail polish dangling over my waist as the smell of cheap perfume still lingered in the air from last night. The last time I checked, it was two a.m. before I closed my eyes and fell asleep. Now, it was seven, and I needed to get Darla out of here. Slowly lifting her arm off me, she let out a moan and rolled over. I sat on the edge of the bed and ran my hands over my face before getting up and heading to the bathroom for a quick shower. When I was finished, I wrapped a towel around my waist and walked into the bedroom.

“Darla, you need to get up.”

“Why? And the name is Carla.”


“You need to leave.”

I picked up her dress and panties from the floor and tossed them on the bed.

“Get dressed, please.”

“What the hell, Sebastian? It’s seven-thirty in the morning,” she moaned as she grabbed the pillow and put it over her face.

“Get up, please.” I took the pillow and tossed it. “I have things to do.”

“You’re a grump in the morning.” Her lips formed a pout.

Grabbing a pair of sweatpants from my drawer, I slipped them on, grabbed a t-shirt, and headed out of the bedroom.

“You have ten minutes.”

I went down to the kitchen and brewed a cup of much-needed coffee. The hangover I had was from one too many shots I’d done last night with Simon and Roman at the bar. The same place I met Carla.

“Can I at least have a cup of coffee first?” Carla asked as she stepped into my kitchen.

“Of course.” I gave her a friendly smile.

Placing a to-go cup under my Miele coffee machine, I brewed her a cup and secured it with a lid.

“To-go-cups? Really?” Her eyes narrowed at me. “Is this your way of kicking your houseguests out without looking like too much of an asshole?”

She was cute. But not attractive enough to stay and set my mood for the day.

“I’m guessing I won’t be hearing from you,” she said.

“Listen, Carla. Last night was fun and all, but—”

“But it was a one-time thing, right?”

“Right.” I brought the cup up to my lips.

Tears started to fill her eyes as she stared at me in silence.

“I’m sorry,” I spoke to break the awkwardness that filled the kitchen.

“So am I. You used me, you son-of-a-bitch.”

I let out a sigh.

And here it came.

“I thought you were into me. At least that’s what you led me to believe last night.” She grabbed her purse and threw it over her shoulder.

“I didn’t lead you on, Carla. What happened last night was a mutual decision.”

“Yeah, only because I thought we had a connection. I felt a connection, Sebastian.”

Oh my God. This was not happening.

“Listen,” I walked over and gripped her shoulders, “you’re a beautiful girl, and we had a good time last night, but I’m not in the market for anything more. I kind of thought I made that clear last night.”

“Obviously, I didn’t get the memo.” She pushed my hands from her shoulders and stormed out the front door.

“Carla, I’m—” I followed her outside.

“Go fuck yourself!” She flipped me off, climbed in her car, and sped out of my driveway.

I stood there and rubbed the back of my neck, and when I looked over, I saw my new neighbor struggling to get a large box out of her Jeep. Running back into the house, I threw on a pair of sneakers and walked over. She had just moved in yesterday, and I wanted to give her some time to get settled before introducing myself, but I used it to my advantage since I saw her struggling.

“Hi.” I grinned, “It looks like you could use some help.”

“Hi, neighbor. If you don’t mind, that would be great.” The corners of her mouth curved upward. “The guy at the store loaded it for me last night, and I guess I didn’t realize I would have trouble getting it out of the car myself.”

“No worries.” I smiled as I lifted the box from her car. “Where do you want me to put it?”