Chapter 177 167 - Breakup Side Effect

Georgie POV

"So… you already broke up and weren't planning on telling me, Georgie?"

When I stepped into my room, Kayla was already there. I had no idea how she'd gotten in, but there she was, sitting cross-legged on my bed with that grin, the kind that always spelled chaos.

Missy's grin could be sweet, even when it carried mischief. Kayla's? It was pure trouble, her eyes flashing with a desire she didn't bother to hide.

She was a trouble.

"What are you doing here, Kayla?" I sighed and walked toward her.

"Nothing…I just wanna… chatting with you," she said with a careless shrug, as if this was nothing more than a friendly talk. Sure. Hide the smirk and maybe I'd believe you!.

"You should head back. We've got a gig tomorrow," I told her, throwing up my jacket at the bed.

"You didn't answer my question," she shot back, tilting her head. "Why didn't you tell me you broke up with that slut? The one you always protected, always took her side." The sarcasm in her voice was sharp, her little snort not enough to cover the sweetness underneath.

I moved closer, my face hardening. She just kept staring, her grin shifting into a smirk, daring me.

"Go back to your room now." My voice was flat, with a warning underneath it.

But Kayla didn't move.

So I grabbed her wrist, intending to pull her off the bed and out of my room. But instead of resisting, she laced her fingers through mine and pressed her body against me, still wearing that devilish smile.

Mocking me.

"Are you going to make me beg again?" she whispered, her voice suddenly soft, almost innocent. "Or should I crawl into your bed again, strip down, and let you shut me up?" And with wide eyes looking at me while tilting her head a little bit, "...Maybe you want my ass too?"

My jaw clenched at her words.

"Enough, Kayla. Please stop," I said firmly. "I just broke up with her. And I care about you… like my own little sister."

For a brief second, her eyes twitched, the smirk slipping—but then it came right back, sharper than before.

"…Maybe I'm a bad little sister then," she murmured, leaning closer, her voice dripping with challenge. "So tell me, Georgie… what are you gonna do about it?"

I shoved her out of my room. It's a dangerous thing—give Kayla a taste of anything, and she'll try to swallow you whole.

"Alright, let's go to your room," I muttered, planning to lock her inside and snap her out of this….delusion.

"Great, let's fuck in my room then!" Kayla chirped, swaying her hips as she walked ahead of me, that cute little ass taunting me with every step.

No.

I can't. She's like my sister. I can't cross that line.

My eyes betrayed me before I forced them back up, but….

Damn it.

She caught it. Of course she did. Kayla smirked over her shoulder, knowing exactly where my gaze had landed.

"..."

I kept my face stone-cold, following her in silence, refusing to give her the satisfaction.

At her door, she turned and looked me dead in the eye.

"Just so you know, I don't have many condoms left… but you can cum inside me too." Her tone was deadly serious.

I clenched my jaw, glaring at that pretty little face. "We're not doing this."

"Why not?! You slept with Fenley too! Why can't I sleep with you?"

Her words hit like a gunshot. My eyes widened—how the hell did she know?

Kayla snorted at my expression, amused by my shock. "Of course I know. I can feel it. The two of you act suspicious all the time."

I let out a heavy breath. I'd known this secret wouldn't last forever. It was only a matter of time before someone else put the pieces together. Selena had gotten lucky catching us at a motel. Kayla… she just connected the dots.

So, who else gonna know about it too? I mean, I am still 15 in this life and that's gonna become trouble for Fenley.

But for now, I gave her no answer. Even if she already knew, I kept my face flat again.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Kayla."

Just deny it. That's enough, right?

She rolled her eyes. "I'm not gonna tell anyone, Georgie. I'm not a snitch." Her finger trailed against my chest as she leaned closer. "So… are we going to fuck or not?"

"No."

Her lips curled, her tone sharpening with frustration. "...You just want to make me beg, huh? Or make me say I love you so you can spank me? Bend me over and over?"

"...How can you say it so easily like that?" I looked at her, speechless, before letting it go, "Like I said, I can't do that to you." I sighed, reaching out to ruffle her hair softly. "I care about you… like a sister-."

And just like that—she kissed me. Cutting me off mid-sentence, pressing her lips against mine without hesitation.

What a rude little minx.

She pulled back after a few seconds, her smirk already back in place, her eyes glittering with mischief.

"…So what are you gonna do now?" she teased, voice dripping with mockery. "...'Brother'?"

"...."

What the heck is wrong with me?

Does that little nickname from her voice turn me on or something? Or is it just me who wants her from the start?

So much question but just a little action for an answer.

I slammed her to her door, kissed her so much before open her fucking room.

".. Yess!" Kayla moaned between our kisses, she locked my neck with her arm so i can't back off now.

I picked her up, she is really light and soft. "... Is this what you want?" I said quietly and she bit my jaw for releasing our kisses.

"... My nipples are hard…" She moaned, taking a deep breath, "... My pussy is really wet…" kissed my neck greedily, "... You can't… hmmm… run away now…"

".... Fuck it."

I kissed her again and walked toward her bed while she grabbed my hair and moaned cutely in my arms. "... This is wrong…" I said again, trying to stop but my dick betrayed me.

"... It's okay…" Kayla said and looked at me with her eyes drooping with excitement, "... I am still gonna be your little sister…"

My breath hitched at that, and I looked at Kayla, slightly taken aback by how sweet her words and face were.

'Just once…' I said to myself. Just this once, I swear, just this once.

So I threw her onto the bed, looking at her with my breath heavy, "Just this once…" I said softly.

Kayla blinked and smiled cutely while biting her finger on the bed, "...Yes, just this once," Kayla said.

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3rd POV

"Don't do anything reckless, alright?" Mary said, hugging Georgie tightly before kissing his forehead. "Don't give Fenley trouble, okay?" Her glare was sharp, but it softened into a smile a moment later.

"Of course not, Mom. I'm only here a few more days before we head back to Texas," Georgie replied. He glanced at Missy and Sheldon. "Don't give Mom any trouble, you two."

They were all at the airport, though they'd arrived early. Sheldon kept reminding everyone it was protocol to arrive ahead of schedule, as though he worked for the airline.

Missy slipped up to Georgie, hugged him, and kissed his cheek a few times. Then, leaning close so Sheldon wouldn't hear, she whispered, "...Brother, you slept with Kayla, didn't you?"

Georgie twitched but forced a sweet smile. "I don't know what you're talking about, Princess." he said, only to get an eye roll before Missy stepped back.

Georgie turned to his father and Meemaw. "Having fun, you two?" he asked with a grin.

George Sr. chuckled, while Connie rubbed her forehead. "I'm not young anymore… this is killing me."

"They were great, though. Fun people. Maybe next time we come back, we'll—" George Sr. was cut off by Mary's sharp elbow to his ribs. Still, her eyes betrayed amusement.

Not that she was complaining. They had enjoyed their own fun too. You know what that means, right?.

Sheldon gave Georgie a solemn nod but Georgie just ruffled his hair. "You better get ready to clean my room for a month."

Sheldon slapped his hand away and pulled out a comb. "You'd better get ready to buy me a toy train." he retorted smugly.

The family headed toward the gate, leaving Georgie behind with Fenley, who stood silently, still glaring at him.

"...Alright," Georgie sighed once they were alone, "it was only one time. She kept pushing herself at me. I'm sorry. I don't even know why I let it happen."

Fenley exhaled, her voice low and sharp. "I knew this would happen. You were better with Veronica. At least with her you could control yourself. But Kayla? You're the one who said she was like your little sister." She paused, the weight of her words sinking in. "...No... Really?"

Georgie looked away, shame flickering across his face. "I don't know what came over me… I swear, it was just one time."

"Keep it that way," Fenley muttered. She turned on the ignition and pulled away from the curb.

Georgie sat back, staring out the window. After a few minutes, he frowned. "Uh… I'm pretty sure this isn't the way back to the hotel."

Fenley said nothing, her hands tight on the wheel, her eyes fixed on the road. She didn't stop or answer him until they pulled up to a different hotel altogether.

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3rd POV

Paige walked down the hotel corridor, stopping in front of the Presidential Suite. Sheldon had been right—this was where Paige was staying.

When she pushed the door open, the first thing she saw was a blonde woman lounging on the sofa, lazily watching the news on TV. Paige recognized her instantly—the same woman she'd seen on The Ellen Show with Sheldon and the others. Taylor S.

Tonight, though, Taylor was dressed down in hot pants and an oversized white shirt, yawning as if the world outside didn't matter.

"Georgie… I'm heading to bed now," Taylor called, eyes flicking briefly toward Paige before settling back on Georgie, who stood by the window, "You coming?"

It wasn't dismissal—just routine. Georgie always had people around him, and Taylor was used to it. She already knew Paige well enough, treating her as part of Georgie's family. To Taylor, it was nothing unusual.

"I'll be there soon," Georgie replied, turning from the glass to face Paige, who was setting her bag on the table. "So, did you have fun with Sheldon?"

Paige sighed as Taylor disappeared into the bedroom. "Yeah. He's slowly coming back to himself again. The good Sheldon. The one you nurtured."

Georgie nodded. "That's good. I just hope he doesn't slip back into being a jerk. It's time he remembered to appreciate the people around him."

Paige rolled her eyes. "His friends are assholes. I don't even understand why he hangs out with them."

"Because he's an asshole too," Georgie chuckled, stepping closer. "But when I say 'friends,' I mean Penny. Sheldon shares hobbies with Leonard and the rest, sure. But Penny… she's different."

"Then drag him back into the company. He'd listen to you," Paige snapped, glaring at him, "You can give Penny some role too right?"

Georgie leaned down and kissed the top of her head with a quiet laugh. "Just let him be. He'll get that Nobel first one day before he wants to come back with us."

Paige closed her eyes briefly, letting his kiss linger. "…That's a long time away. Even I have to critique his work, you know."

"Haha, give him a break. He'll get there," Georgie said, pulling back. "You should get some sleep too. We'll talk tomorrow, Didn't you promise Caltech a donation?"

Paige muttered under her breath but followed him anyway. "Then I'm sleeping with you too."

Georgie's mouth twitched, but he didn't refuse. He simply let her head for the bathroom to wash up. Taylor was already curled up on the bed. She exhaled sharply, glaring at Georgie.

"We're not having sex, right?" Taylor asked with a pout.

"…I guess not," Georgie said, sliding into bed and pulling her into his arms. "So let's just sleep."

Taylor slapped at his hands once but ended up hugging him back anyway.

It had only been a few days since she started sleeping with him, and Georgie didn't push her away again.

He was an asshole.

A big asshole.

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