Page 63 of Hateful Games

Chapter Eighteen

Rosalie

“So, a wee change of plans,” utters Miya as we sit in the living room.

“What?”

“We’re going to get ready here.”

I frown, glancing behind me to make sure we are alone before I question, “But why? I thought we were going to your place.”

“Nova’s parents are coming over to have dinner with mine,” she replies. “Who knows when they’ll leave or if we’ll be able to sneak out, especially in our dresses.”

“And it’ll definitely reach to Nova.”

“Exactly.”

“It’s already ten,” I say, irritated. “When do you think they’ll leave? They sure as fuck don’t seem in a hurry.”

After hauling me to his room, Nova locked the door and proceeded to ignore me. I didn’t complain and sat on his bed to finish reading my book. The one he had threatened to burn. But the pages might as well have been blurred because I couldn’t fucking concentrate or muster any interest in the taboo story.

Not while I had my own private striptease happening before me.

Nova, the shameless man, slowly began undressing in front of the mirror.

I am certain now that he hates suits or dressing formal in any capacity.

Unbothered with the company in the room, he went about his business. First, he unbuttoned his shirt that stretched in all the right places and revealed his fit torso. The muscles tightening in his abdomen made his eight-pack abs even more pronounced.

I kept peering at him over my book as he removed it. His back was just as spectacular. It was almost unfair how unreal his body was.

Acting nonchalant while my body didn’t get the memo that he was my enemy was a battle in itself. It was even worse because he was oblivious to it. When his hands went to his belt buckle, my throat went dry. I prayed he would go to the bathroom or the closet to give me mercy.

But no.

Hyperawareness suffocated me as I forced myself to read. But all I could hear was the clanking of his belt, followed by the sound of him lowering his zipper. I dared to glance again, an unknown force pushing me, and saw his hands perched on his hips, seconds away from pushing his pants down.

My eyes trailed upward and my breathing hitched when I found his dark gaze locked on mine, burning with sexual intensity.

Holding me hypnotized, he slid his pants… and briefs down.

I threw my book aside and ran to the bathroom, slamming it shut and locking it for good measure. While willing my racing heart to calm down. Being in the shower reminded me of what I almost did the first time.

The urge to finish the job was a thousand times stronger.

“Earth to Rosalie,” jokes Miya, clicking her fingers in front of my face. “Are you even listening to me?”

I clear my throat. “Umm yes. Of course.”

“Yeah, I bet.” Amusement laces her tone. “As I was saying, if they ask about our plans for tonight, just say you need help with packing. Otherwise, Nova will insist on that bodyguard you assaulted the other night.”

“Me? You were an accomplice too.”

“You went all Godzilla on his ass, spraying a whole can of pepper spray after he confessed who he was.”

“While you held his hands back.”

“To protect you.”

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