“Come on, Tate! Please? Live a little.” She gives me her best puppy dog eyes, but that shit doesn’t work on me. She should know this already.
“Nope,” I say while popping the P.
“Fine, whatever, but you’re going to regret not playing.”
I laugh at her words. “Do I get bonus points if I act like I care?” I ask, smiling sarcastically.
Before she turns and walks back toward the group of girls, she leans closer to me so I can hear her. “Tonight, you need to face your fears and tell your anxiety to fuck the fuck off. Enjoy yourself when the time comes. Every girl wants a man to look at her and tell her to take her panties off. I’ll be back in a minute.” She doesn’t give me a chance to respond as she turns to make her way back in the direction she came from.
My mouth hangs open at her outburst. She writes her own name down and then makes her way back to where I am sitting. She takes a seat next to me. Her eyes occasionally wander over to me, but she doesn’t say much as we sit and wait for the game to start.
They begin to rip off all the names and throw them into a red Solo cup.
“Alright, who wants to go first?” Briana asks.
A few random people volunteer.
The first girl goes upstairs with a boy who looks like he’s going to pass out from nerves. She looks equally as nervous. But also excited as she leads him away from the group.
After three turns, the last two people come down as everyone is preparing to play again.
My palms begin to sweat becausehisturn is coming up, and I can feel my heart pounding. Mainly at the thought of him being alone with another girl.
I want to be that girl, but of course, I couldn’t allow myself out of my comfort zone long enough to play.
Damon grabs the cup from Becca and pulls a piece of ripped paper out. Becca has a snarky smile on her face like she knows exactly what’s going to happen.
After he reads the paper, his eyes look around the room for the lucky person who gets to be alone with him.
What I wasn’t preparing myself for was for his eyes to meet mine and a wild smirk to be on his face. “What does it say?”Becca demands as she steps over to him and rips the paper out of his hand.
“What?!” she yells as her head flips in my direction. My eyes grow wide. What the hell is going on? “That’s impossible!” Her voice is growing impossibly louder. “She didn’t even put her name in the cup!” Becca’s voice is so shrill that some people around us cover their ears as she stomps off like the spoiled brat she is. When I look over at Maddie, she has a giant smile on her face, and she brings her cup up to her mouth, trying to hide it.
Fucking bitch.
My heart rate quickens as I hear my name being called out, but I can’t get myself to focus on anything. Damon is standing in front of me with his palm open, waiting for me to take it, but I stare at it like it’s on fire.
My eyes finally drag up to his.
“Come on, Tate.”
Chapter Five
Damon
Tate looks up at me, my hand still stretched toward her. Big brown eyes full of fear look up at me from her seat, sending a wave of heat straight to my cock.
After a few moments of contemplating what she wants to do, she places her small hand in mine.
Not that I would’ve given her the choice. She’s coming with me, regardless. I’d never do anything she wouldn't want, but that doesn't mean I'm not dying to get away from all these people and talk to her somewhere quieter.
I pull her up, making my way towards the stairs, away from the crowd of people. I hear Ace and Roman hollering from back in their seats. A smile breaks over my face. Her hand feels so small in mine, and I never want to let her go. But before we get to the stairs, Becca comes into view. Her steps slow as she gets closer, drink in hand and eyes locked on Tate.
Before anyone can react, Becca trips on something and comes flying toward us. The liquid splashing all over Tate. Becca rights herself quickly, a menacing smile spreading over her face as she looks at Tate who is still standing behind me, but now is soaking wet. Her shirt is sticking to her skin like glue. “Oops,” is all Becca says but I don’t care to give her my attention.
Tate looks up at me, embarrassment clouding her eyes, but fuck that. Becca’s lame attempt at embarrassing her in front of me won’t work. It honestly turned me on more to see her all wet. “Let’s go get you out of those wet clothes, Angel.” I send her awink and take her hand in mine. Becca begins to whine. Clearly upset her lame attempt to do whatever it was, didn’t work as she had hoped.
I can’t help but notice the way her fingers tremble slightly in mine. Her nervousness is palpable. "Are you okay?" I look down at her as I sidestep Becca and we continue on our way. We make our way through the crowd of people that are gathered on the stairs before she answers me with a small nod and a smile.
