Page 28 of The Fake Out

He shrugged. “Puck’s on your stick, sweets.”

His sapphire eyes seared into me like he could see my naked body under my clothes. I had to clench my thighs together in anticipation. He was so hot, and it didn’t have to be complicated if it was a purely sexual arrangement until my ex’s wedding. If fake dating him had an expiration date, then maybe we could have some fun together with no strings attached.

“Um…”

He smiled at me and patted my hand. “No pressure. If you don’t want to, I’ll respect your wishes.”

“I…let me think about it.”

He scrolled through his phone. “Oh, what the fuck.”

“What?” I asked.

“Nothing,” he said a bit too quickly.

“What?” I demanded.

He handed me his phone. “They have one of those wedding sites.”

“Okay, and?” I asked for clarification. Lots of people had those things.

“V, they have a baby together.”

“What?” I screeched.

I looked at the page he had opened on his phone. I skimmed some bullshit story about how they met and the unplanned pregnancy they had last year. Last year. Last year, when I was supposed to marry Seth. When he left in the middle of the night.

Oh my God, no wonder his sister cut me a check for the wedding cancellation fees. She probably felt sorry for me. I was trying to match up the timelines, and it was clear Seth had been cheating on me.

Why were men such garbage? This was why I didn’t do relationships. I pushed back the phone to Blaise.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

“It’s not your fault.”

I pushed my plate away and stood up. “Let’s go.”

He furrowed his brow. “Go where?”

“Blaise, do you want to fuck me again or not?”

“V…I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Why not?” I snapped at him. “You literally just asked me to be your fuck buddy!”

“Because you look upset, and I don’t want you to do anything you’ll regret.”

I narrowed my eyes. “Do you want me to suck your cock or not?”

“Not with that attitude.” He pushed me back down into my chair. “Finish your dinner. Then we’ll talk.”

Normally I would have fought him, but instead, I lifted my cheesesteak to my mouth and devoured the delicious sandwich this man had made me. It didn’t mean the raging storm inside me had subsided, though.

Chapter Nine

BLAISE

It took every ounce of my willpower to push her back down into her chair instead of dragging her upstairs and fucking her brains out. I still wanted to do that, but only if she wanted. I felt bad that what she saw on the wedding website hurt her so deeply.