He taps his chin, thinking about his options. “Okay. I’ll take your dare. But then I want a truth from you. No dare.”
I swallow hard, not knowing if I’m able to give him any yet. “Okay.”
“You’d rather strip your body naked and put it on display than bare your emotions.” He strips out of his uniform until he’s down to his boxers.
I don’t even enjoy it, because he’s frozen me with his acute observation of sharing my feelings.
“Eyes on me, Goddess,” he says.
Snapping my attention to him just as he starts to pull his boxers down, his cock springs free making me regret the no-touching rule.
The water is cold as fuck, but I need it to cool my heated skin as he stalks toward me.
As soon as his feet touch the water, he says, “Dare completed. Now your truth.”
“One each.” I sink into the waves.
He swims toward me. “Who is James? Does he have anything to do with why you’re here?”
“H-how do you know about James?” I stammer.
“You said his name in your sleep. I put two and two together after your comment.”
“Oh God, what did I say?” My body runs cold, and it’s not from the water.
“Answer the question. Who is it?”
I stare at him, frozen in fear. Do I lie or tell the truth? He closes the distance between us. Pulling me to him, I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist. His hard cock pushes against my ass.
Can I distract him?
I start grinding against him as best I can in the water.
“Not going to work, Goddess. Spill it.”
“I need you to promise me you won’t get mad.” I wrap myself tighter around his body, hoping to keep him close.
“I promise.”
“He’s my fiancé,” I blurt out.
Wyatt instantly drops me in the water, and I could cry. “You’re engaged?”
“You promised you wouldn’t get mad,” I said, tears pricking at the back of my eyes.
“I’m not… fuck. I don’t fuck with married or attached women. How could you hide this from me?” He’s standing now, pacing back and forth in the low tide, running his hands through his hair.
“It’s not… we aren’t still engaged.” I swallow hard and steady myself to admit this next part. “He thinks I’m dead. I’m technically dead.”
“What?” He freezes, staring at me.
It’s now or never.“My real name is Sophia Chiave. My father is Hugh Chiave.”
“But… I just… I’m the reason your father is in prison.” He slowly steps toward me again.
“I know.”
“You should fucking hate me.”
