Page 201 of Hateful Games

“I’ll go first,” announces Bianca with a wicked grin. “Dash and I fucked in our car in your driveway.”

Our jaws drop while Bianca shamelessly shrugs.

“You what?” I yell. “When? The day you burned my kitchen?”

“Yep.” Her grin is smug. “Dash was pissed, feeling territorial, and it was the hottest sex of my life. And there is a lot to choose from.”

“Couldn’t Dash wait to get you home?”

“More like I couldn’t.” She blushes. “I like making him lose control. Besides, it was all his fault getting me all worked up by spanking me in the car.”

“What has lover boy done to my best friend?”

“Uh-uh,” tsks Bianca. “Stop diverting. Your turn.”

“Fine. We’ve made out, which happens every time he kisses me, which again happens all the time because he won’t listen even when I tell him no. And we’ve gone down on each other. Now he’s become all territorial, possessive, and protecting my honor by defending me against my father,” I finish, huffing slightly as I lay it all out.

“And you want more?”

“No!”

“She has a crush on Nova,” Iris mutters to Bianca, who nods her head along in agreement. Ignoring me, they have their own conversation about me, while I’m sitting right here.

“Makes sense. All these years of pent-up tension and secretly lusting after each other. The flirting—”

“There’s never been flirting,” I snap. They talk right over me.

“The ‘I hate you but want to kiss you’, scaring away her dates, and the forbidden feelings because they’re enemies and shouldn’t want each other. Classic case of boy bullying but secretly wanting her.”

“Did you just air-quote enemies, Bee?” It’s like I’m invisible.

Will I get away with it if I just push them off this plane?

“Modern day Romeo and Juliet,” surmises Iris.

Kill me now.

“Romeo and Juliet never hated each other,” I snap. “And they died. Because they were stupid. If both of you don’t want the same fate, I suggest you quit annoying me.”

That shuts them up.

Bianca stares at me and softly says, “I was once in denial too, you know.”

“Lovestruck people give the worst advice,” I reply sarcastically to Bee before switching my betrayed glare to Iris. “What happened to hook or by crook?”

“You are hook-ing up, Ro. So, I’d say you took my advice pretty well.”

I throw up my hands and stand. “You’re both unbelievable.”

Turning around, I stomp down the aisle to the bedroom in the back. Throwing myself into the inviting bed, I lie face down into the pillow and close my eyes. And who do I see?

Nova.

My thoughts drifting to him, imagining what he must be doing now. He’s probably working hard on the operations of the new joint venture that increased his net worth by tenfold. At least someone’s benefitting from our marriage.

“Ro,” I hear Bianca’s soft tone and feel the bed dip with her weight.

I lift my head and lock gazes with her. Iris settling down on my other side with her back against the headboard. “Yes?”

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