I doubt it will dent his ego by much, but I’ll get great pleasure out of it.
* * *
“Oh my, would you look at those pecs?” I bite down on my bottom lip while letting out a moan. “I’ve never seen a pair so impressive.”
When I sneakily peer at Christian, my teeth grit. He’s not glancing at the movie screen. His eyes are fixed on me, and he’s smiling.
“So muscular,” I continue, striving to keep my eyes planted on the movie screen, but miserably failing.
Why isn’t my plan working? He should be annoyed—not smiling.
When my eyes stray back to Christian, a rush of excitement bombards my pussy. He is undeniably a player, but he doesn’t just have the cockiness necessary for the title; he also has the skills—very impressive skills.Our time together was fascinating. I’m just frustrated I got snared by his trap.
I shouldn’t be so hard on myself. When Christian lavishes you with his attention, you feel like you’re the only girl in the world. . . until you give him what he wants. Then he spits you out like a piece of used gum.
With his ego fed by my silence, Christian tilts toward me. “You’re still my favorite.”
I gag so loud, the couple in front of us spin around to glare at me. After a silent apology, I twist my torso to Christian. “Out of a long list of many.”
Undeterred by my snarky attitude, he slants even closer until his lips brush my ear. “You make me want to break all my rules.”
My head cranks to his so quickly, our lips briefly brush. As my brain struggles to make sense of his uncharacteristic reply, my brows furrow. Everything he has said today breaks all his “player” rules.
When he smirks at my shocked expression, I screw up my nose and stick out my tongue. I want to act like I’m the innocent in our exchange, but I can’t. Christian was upfront with me the instant we started making out at Bronte’s Peak after our fourth “date.” He explained he wasn’t looking for anything permanent, and that he had rules in place to make sure girls like me understood that, such as the one time we have sex will be theonlytime we’ll have sex.
He openly admitted he’d never slept with the same girl twice because he didn’t want them to become attached to him. You’d think that would have been my cue to leave, but when he looked into my eyes, any reservations I had vanished. I felt truly cherished.
I was an idiot.
Wanting to ensure I don’t make the same mistake twice, I grab a handful of popcorn from my box and throw it in Christian’s face. I’m here to support Emily, not to schedule another romp in the bedroom with the school’s biggest player.
* * *
Later that afternoon, when Zander drops Christian home, Christian lets it slip we’ve met before. I can see the confusion all over Emily’s face when Christian asks if I’m sure I don’t want to accept his numerous silent offers for a second “date” with him.
I shake my head. I learned my lesson.
I plan to tell Emily about Christian the instant our double date concludes, but I am forced to wait when she accepts Zander’s invitation for a second date that very same day.
* * *
Things didn’t end as amicably for Zander and Emily as they did for Christian and me. I understood Christian’s rules. Emily was never made aware of Zander’s.
When Zander dragged Emily’s name through the mud, I kept quiet on my fling with Christian. There was never the right time to bring it up, and I had more pressing matters to deal with.
Before I knew it, three years had passed.
I haven’t spoken a word to Christian since that day all those years ago. The fact he stood by and watched his best friend destroy mine was all it took for any feelings I had for him to turn into a simmering pit of rage.
Even now, years later, I still cringe when his name is mentioned.
Chapter Three
Nick
Three years later. . .
“You can grab a shower in Isaac’s bathroom.”
