Page 200 of Hateful Games

“Yes, Iris. We’ll be in Vegas very soon,” confirms Bianca.

Iris’s face flies back to us and she settles back against her seat. The shortest out of us but the most energetic. We call her own powerhouse.

“I’ve only seen it in movies and now I’ll be there,” she exclaims. “Is it really as beautiful and glitzy as they show?”

“It’s my first time here too,” I reveal.

“Me too,” adds Bianca. “Which movie made you want to come here, Iris?”

“The Hangover.”

“Seriously?” I laugh. “The Hangover?”

“Uh-huh. Three best friends. Bachelorette party. Fun times. Casinos,” she recites. “What’s not to love?”

“I don’t know. Drugs. Losing memories. Kidnapping and breaking laws,” I retort jovially. “Yeah, what’s not to love?”

“Are you sure you aren’t losing memories? Because was it me or you who bombed Nova’s car?” Iris sweetly retorts. I give her my middle finger.

“You better not be planning to spike our drinks,” warns Bianca with a narrowed gaze. “I, for one, would like to remember the fun we had.”

“Party pooper,” teases Iris.

“Need I remind you I planned this trip. You two were no help.”

I jump in. “Since when did the bride plan her own bachelorette?”

“Since she’s having it after the wedding,” jibes Bianca, smirking.

Iris leans closer and asks, “Speaking of which, what made you panic?”

They both wait, gazing at me earnestly and with burning curiosity. Afraid of my jumbled feelings and desperately needing their help to have it make sense, I blurt out, “I slept with Nova—I mean, I did… things with him. To him. Repeatedly.”

They look at each other and turn to me with wide and naughty grins. Sans surprise that I fell in bed with my enemy. The man they’re supposed to hate too. Instead of reminding me what a terrible mistake I’m making, they have other priorities.

“What things?” asks Bee, rising to join Iris opposite me. As though I’m in an interrogation and they’re tag teaming as detectives.

“Not important. The big picture is, I shouldn’t be getting close to Nova. In any capacity. He’s the vulture, trying to suck my blood dry, remember?”

“That’s vampires, Ro.”

I glare at Iris.

“Before we give our honest opinion, we need all the information.”

I stare, aghast. “How are what activities he and I did in bed relevant?”

“Activities?” snorts Iris.

Bianca shushes her. “You let us be the judge of that, Ro.”

“Fuck off. I’m not answering.”

“Are you feeling shy, Ro?” teases Bianca.

Iris mocks, “Does she even know how?”

Apparently, one lascivious stare from Nova and I turn into a schoolgirl with a crush. Even now, I can feel the telltale signs of a blush slowly blossoming on my cheeks. As my mind inadvertently goes to the memories of Nova’s monster cock and his filthy mouth.

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