Page 56 of Enticing My Off Limits Billionaire

"I want our friendship back," she says. "I want to make things right."

"But you can't!"

The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them, and my shoulders slump as Kylie bursts into full-on tears. She's so upset, so heartbroken...and I'm somehow the bad guy again in a situation that never should have happened in the first place.

I don't want to be the one getting in the way of true love.

I don't want to be a damper on their happiness.

But I'm not sure if I have a place in their lives at all if I can't just pretend I'm fine.

"Tell me how I can fix this," Kylie says. "Please, Madison. I need my best friend, and I hope you still need me—"

"I had sex with Quinn."

Her face falls, her jaw dropping slightly. "You...what?"

It's the first time I've felt empowered since I found out Kylie was sleeping with my father—the first time I've taken her by surprise and shocked her.

And now, I can't stop.

"You heard me," I say. "I had sex with Quinn. Multiple times, actually."

Kylie just looks confused. "Um...okay. Are you...you two are seeing each other? How long?"

I want her to be upset about it--but she's just so fucking calm, and that makes me even angrier.

"It doesn't bother you?" I ask.

Kylie shakes her head. "Madison...no, I want you to be happy, and I know that Quinn is a good guy. But...Gavin is going to be..."

She trails off, I'm sure, because she realizes the absurdity of anything she could say right now.

And I call her on it.

"Gavin is going to be what?" I ask. "Crushed that I'm having sex with his best friend?"

"I don't know," Kylie says softly. "I just thought that maybe it would be difficult for him...given the situation."

I roll my eyes and scoff. "Oh, so it's okay for you to marry my dad but not for me to have a fling with Quinn?"

"That's not what I meant, Mads," Kylie says, her voice small. "I just don't want anyone to get hurt."

"Well, too late for that," I mutter, feeling the familiar sense of guilt wash over me. No... this isn't what I wanted. I just want to be the one taking everyone else by surprise for once.

I don't want to be the adult in the room.

"You didn't do this because you were angry at Gavin, right?" Kylie asks. "Or...at me?"

I scoff. "I hope you know I'm not that vindictive."

Or am I?

Fuck, I don't even know anymore.

"You need to tell him," Kylie whispers. "I can't keep this secret."

I bristle at the suggestion, feeling a surge of protectiveness for Quinn—and anger for myself because Kylie kept her secret for so long.