Page 302 of Hateful Games

Are they seriously negotiating?

“One and a half,” Dash counters, shutting her up with a kiss.

Before it escalates into more, judging by Dash’s grip, I loudly clear my throat. Iris hides her chuckle behind her hand. They pull apart.

Dash turns with an angry scowl. Upon seeing my smirk, his ire grows, and he accuses, “Why are you always interrupting us?”

“Not my fault you confuse hallways with a private room.”

“You are both worse than siblings,” jokes Bianca.

I make a face. “I’ll never have him as a brother.”

“Thank God,” retorts Dash, bored.

“How about you two continue and I’ll take Bee away?” Iris suggests, stepping forward to lock her hands with Bianca’s. “We have to gossip about you anyways, Ro.”

“You guys gossip about me?”

“We also have a bet going on,” shares Bianca before she proudly reveals, “I’m winning.”

“Unbelievable.”

Giggling, they both skip away. Strangely, it isn’t awkward between Dash and I once we’re left alone. His green eyes glued to his wife, who twists to meet his stare before focusing on a comically chattering Iris.

“Drink?” asks Dash.

“Why the hell not?”

We make our way to the bar. While Dash calls the bartender, I ask him, “Where’s Justin?”

“Most probably busy trying to keep apart his dates.”

“Huh?”

“He brought two dates by mistake.” Smirking, he adds, “They’re twins.”

Just when I thought he couldn’t shock me more. That man is a flirt. “Why is he keeping them apart?” I gasp. “Wait… they don’t know?”

Dash shakes his head and passes me my drink. “He ran into them in the same building. Got confused and asked them both out. Didn’t realize they were twins.”

“That’s insane. Which one is he into?”

“Neither.” At my perplexed expression, he explains, “He’s trying to prove he isn’t into the girl I know he’s very obsessed with.”

“And men complain women are crazy.”

As though we conjured him, an unfazed Justin joins us. “I found a marker. Problem solved.”

Dash quirks one eyebrow, baffled. While I instantly understand his diabolical plan.

“Did you seriously pull a Michael?”

Justin grins. “How else am I supposed to tell them apart?”

“Their names.”

“Don’t remember.”

---