Page 34 of Vicious Little Games

“Good,” he says before he gets up and walks away with his laptop tucked under his arm.

And I have no clue what that means, or where we stand after that little heart to heart.

Fucking Cole may have felt great, but we’re lucky we didn’t get caught. Tempting fate again, my violent father, wouldn’t be smart. Cole obviously feels the same way.

I hate how disappointed that makes me.

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Cole

Idon't know why I'm so relieved when Sophie ends up officially married to Lochlan. Maybe it's because I’m still hoping to have Cass as a fuck buddy this summer. God knows I need the distraction.

I sent Amber the first ten thousand yesterday, barely making her one month deadline. The cash was an advance for the contract I said I wouldn’t ever take again. It was the only option, though. At least I don’t have to fulfill it until I get back to New York in the fall. I could’ve gotten more money if I agreed to more contracts, but I’d rather take my chances on the cash appearing out of thin air over the next month rather than take more contracts right now.

So yeah, thinking about Cass takes my mind off that shit. Not that we’ve fucked again since the first night.

The house has been insane with my mom running the wedding preparations the past three weeks. I’m also glad that shit is over now so everything can go back to normal.

Another benefit of Sophie’s marriage is that she’ll no longer be sharing a wall with Cass on the third floor, making it one less person to worry about catching us together.

That is, if we ever fuck again.

I’ve told myself that Cass will come begging for more once things calm down. I hope I’m right because seeing the homicidal redhead in her sexy gold dress today nearly had me coming in my pants.

“Hey, Cassie?” I say when I finally catch her standing alone eating what I know is her third slice of cake. Not that I’m judging or anything. She’s probably stress eating, feeling jealous that her younger sister got married before her.

Cass swallows her last bite, eyes narrowing at me like I’m the bane of her existence. “Yes, dickhead?”

Yikes. There’s some serious venom lacing those two words, even from the black widow.

Still, I’m not the least bit deterred from her perilous web. Staring at her chest, I ask her, “Did the seamstress screw up and make your dress two sizes too small in the chest or did you intend for your tits to be spilling out of the top?”

“Oh, shut the fuck up,” she huffs. “I gained a few pounds since the fitting. All the cake taste-tasting or whatever.”

She is so full of shit. “The fitting was just like two or three weeks ago, right? And you gained about ten pounds all in your tits?”

“Apparently so, asshole. And you're the only one who seems to have a problem with it. Well, you and my father.”

“No shit,” I snort.

I figure she’ll tell me to fuck off or something else as cheerful now. Instead, she says, “I almost had to marry Lochlan.”

“What?”

“Right before the ceremony was supposed to start, Sophie froze up and got cold feet.”

“Oh, yeah? You would’ve played bride in her place?”

“Yep. I would have.”

I knew the wedding started a few minutes late since I was sitting out here on the balcony waiting and watching the sunset, but I had no idea that Cass would've married Lochlan today if Sophie had refused.

“Too bad too, because apparently Lochlan has a very talented tongue,” Cass adds.

“What are you talking about?” I ask her, growing angrier by the second. “How the hell would you know that?”

“Oh, just that Sophie said he went down on her to convince her to marry him.”

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