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“It counts. Believe me. Seriously, you’re an idiot,” she tells him without emotion. “You can come... on one condition.”
I shake my head glancing at Ash. “Here we go. What?”
“You don’t touch any women and they don’t touch you.”
“Fine,” Ash agrees, wincing and letting out another loud belch. “Excuse me. I need to use the restroom.” He bolts off to the restroom leaving the two of us alone at the table. The remaining patrons have vacated the premises, leaving only the two of us and the waiter in the room.
“So, does that rule count for me? Or am I free to do whoever I please?”
She glances up from her plate, her blue eyes wild and staring at me with curiosity. “You’re free to do whoever you please. You’re not tied to anyone.”
“I’m not,” I say freely, keeping my gaze fixed. “So, what’s the deal with you and Wesley?”
“No deal. We’re just filming.”
“As a couple?”
“For the sake of the network. Yes.”
“But you live together?”
“Technically, yes.”
I remain quiet, unsure of why my heart rate spikes and why my fist is clenched on the table. She stares blankly. The unanswered questions swirling in my mind drive me to the brink of insanity, but I have no right to put her on the spot because she has her life and I have mine.
“Go on. Ask the question. You want to know if we’re still sleeping in the same bed or if I’m fucking him. Right?” She waits for my response, irritated we’re even talking about this. “The answer is no, Logan. I don’t fuck him.”
“I never asked.”
“I can see it burning on the tip of your tongue. He cheated on me. He was the one who broke our relationship,” she reminds me.
“Interesting. Were you not the one who just told Ash that hand-jobs are classed as cheat
ing?”
“Yeah, so?” She shrugs.
I lean in closer, purposely making her uncomfortable. “So, me fingering that tight little pussy of yours is not cheating?”
I expect her to blush, squirm in her seat, and make this moment awkward. But of course, Emerson Chase has to have the last word, the only woman to never back down. “In my mind we were already broken up. So, get off your high horse because you getting me off meant nothing more than that.”
Fuck. Me.
Ash thunders back complaining that his ass will be burning for days, and now he knows what it feels like when women complained his dick’s too big.
It’s enough for Emmy to almost throw up on the table.
We call for the check before making our way outside. There’s two men wearing baseball caps standing on the opposite side of the road. They keep to themselves though look in our direction every few seconds. LA is swarming with paparazzi, it’s one of the reasons why I hate visiting the place.
We chat briefly about tonight with Emmy agreeing to pick us up at eight. The network’s organized a limo expecting a huge viewership of this episode. She told us she’ll need to let them know we’re riding, and if the footage is to air it will require our consent as well.
Ash hurries the conversation, climbing into the car, rushing to get back to the hotel in case his ass explodes again. We take off and with Ash’s erratic driving, I should offer to take the wheel considering this is a rental. He seems to know his way around, ignoring the GPS and cussing at drivers who are observing the actual speed limit.
Emmy’s been the only girl to ever challenge me. She knows how to get to me and her comment in the restaurant doesn’t leave me so easily. I know I’m competitive, but my desire to make her squirm overtakes any rational thoughts I once had about Emerson Chase.
Me: Tell me something, Emerson Chase. Would me fucking you also be classed as nothing more?
That will put her in her place. I really wish there’s some sort of visual contact so I can see her face turn bright red.
