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“We are friends Jade,” he says after a moment, bringing us back to our prior conversation, “but I don’t know I guess I thought, I mean we went to your sister’s birthday party together, we kind of made out in my car, multiple times that night.” I cringe at the mention of us making out. Fuck. I was fucking wasted, like to the point of near alcohol poising which always seems to be my default setting when I get a taste of the hooch.
“That shouldn’t have happened, I’m sorry Liam but I’m not interested in anything other than being friends, I hope you can understand that. You’re a great guy but, I just, you’re not…”
“Sebastian Silver,” he blurts out, and I shake my head at his response.
“No it’s not that, I told you there’s nothing going on between Sebastian and I, I’m just…”
“It’s one thing to accept a date you don’t even want to be on, but awfully cruel to lie to the poor bastard baby,” his husky, masculine and authoritative voice comes from behind me sending shivers down my spine and causing my skin to break out in goosebumps. I know it’s him without having to turn around just heating the sensual undertone of his voice. Fucking bastard.
I lazily turn to look behind me to where Liam’s gaze is currently glaring daggers, and find the cocky asshole, a smug grin plastered on his perfect fucking face. God he is seriously fucking beautiful. His face is freshly shaven, his hair messy and out of place, and those silver eyes filled with desire as they connect with mine. I can feel the tension between us burning it’s way to my core and I clench my knees together to try and calm the horny bitch inside.
Though just as easily as I became all hot and bothered, a metaphorical ice-cold bucket of water splashes over me when I hear her voice. The high pitched, ear splitting twinge that sounds like a cat getting run over or wet. “Bass are you coming over or what? I saved you a seat next to me,” Kinsley whines, standing a few booths away with Carrington, Winter, Drea, and the Horsemen minus Ace.
“Be right there Kins, just saying hi to a couple friends of mine,” he utters, as I blankly stare at him, fury raging within me but I manage to keep an impassive glare. What the actual fuck? Hours ago he was texting me about how fucking desperate the bitch was and how her turned her ass down and now, he’s here with her. Bastard.
Then again, I took thisdatewith Liam knowing well enough it would piss him off. Ughh why are we like this?
I can’t show him he’s won this round. “Don’t let us keep you Sebastian, I’m sure you have betterthingsto do,” I snap back at him, emphasizing the word things while referring to the whiny little thing calling on him.
He turns and walks off, defeated by the fact that him being here withherdidn’t faze me, but I’m simply better at hiding it than he is. I turn back to Liam who simply shrugs before looking back down at his full plate of food when I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. Knowing full well who it’s going to be I reach down and unlock it opening the new unread message.
CUPCAKE: I warned you Little Wolf, I’m not against teaching that fucker another lesson in keeping away from what’s mine. I don’t share.
Ignoring the way his message both excites me and terrifies me, I set my phone down on my lap and turn my attention back to Liam, who watches me with curious eyes. To anyone passing by our interaction would have looked like some kind of love hate, witty banter, but to those who know ourhistory, it looked more like a lovers quarrel.
“I’m not saying that me wanting to be friends has anything to do with Sebastian,” I mutter, looking up into Liam’s kind blue eyes, cursing myself and wishing deep down I could want a guy like him instead of the temperamental maniac. “Things with Bass are…”
“Complicated,” he answers for me and I simply shrug my shoulders.
“That’s putting it nicely, but enough about him, tell me more about the star quarterback that is Liam Walker.”
“Well,” he beams, bringing the milkshake to his mouth taking a long sip. “I am the oldest of three, I have two younger sisters, twelve and eight, they are terribly spoiled by their older brother.” His smile widens as he speaks of them and I feel a slight warmth creep inside of me as he does. Never in my life do I remember Roman ever looking at me that way like I was the apple of his eye, his little princess.
I grab my milkshake taking a sip when suddenly my phone vibrates upon my lap announcing an incoming message. I quickly open it, rolling my eyes at the name appearing once again on the screen.
CUPCAKE: Vanilla. A fucking vanilla milkshake. Predictable. Does your quarterback know you like your milkshakes, tied up, with chunks of chocolate, a side of choking, and topped off with a dollop of my whipped cream.
I nearly choke on my drink as I read his crass innuendo. Deciding to ignore him, I set my phone back down and look at Liam, who watches me carefully wondering what it is that made me nearly spit out my milkshake on him. His gaze moves behind me where the group Bass is sitting with is laughing and hollering loudly causing a commotion in the middle of the diner. With the look that crosses over Liam’s face I know Bass must be glaring his way. Irritated with his cocky attitude and scheming nature, I decide it’s time to give him something real to be pissed about. Time to turn on my flirtatious charm.
“Well aren’t they lucky ladies,” I utter coyly, “to be spoiled by you.” I adjust myself in the booth, sitting up straighter and twirling a lock of my blond hair in my hand as I give him one of my sultriest smiles. He smiles back at me with a knowing glance letting me know he’s down to play along.
“There’s still room for another gorgeous girl to spoil and take care of, I’m a man of many talents, one of them being the ability to make myself available at all times.” He reaches his right hand across the table silently asking me to take it in mine. But just as I do, I feel my phone once again vibrate on my lap. Ignoring it, I keep my attention on Liam.
“Well then I guess we might have to test that theory.” I hate that I’m essentially playing with fire but Liam gave me the green light to innocently play along.
“Any time gorgeous, I’m all yours, if you let me be.”
However, my phone irritatingly continues to vibrate on my lap, pissing me the fuck off and causing Liam to nervously shift in his seat. If I don't answer him, he won’t stop. Sebastian is relentless. I give Liam a weak apologetic smile, as I pull my arm back, reach down and read the messages.
CUPCAKE: I hope your quarterback isn’t too fond of his right hand.
CUPCAKE: Answer me, don’t make me go over there and drag him out of the booth.
CUPCAKE: Or better yet carry you out of here kicking and screaming.
Tired of his eavesdropping and snide text messages I decide to throw a bone to the savage dog, brazenly sending a reply.
ME: Not quite sure if he is but I must admit I sort of am. Those thick long fingers, the way he can tightly grip a ball. I can only imagine the damage he can do wrapped nicely around my neck. You know what they say about a man with big hands, or is it feet? I bet he has those too.
