Page 56 of Dangerous Play

A girl wearing a red swimsuit and a whistle around her neck stood in front of me.

Max pulled me to him, his arm wrapping around my waist as I took in the deep V cut of the swimsuit, putting her breasts on display. That must have been Thalia.

“Hi Thalia, this is my girlfriend, Ivy,” he introduced us immediately, and I put on a sweet smile as I extended my hand. It was my turn to dazzle her and convince her we were an item.

“Nice to meet you,” I said, batting my eyelashes at her. “I’ve heard so much about you.”

“Funny.” Thalia cocked her head. “I haven’t heard a single thing about you.”

Max exhaled heavily, and I could tell Ander already wore down his patience.

“Well, now you do.” I shrugged, still smiling.

“So, how do you two know each other?” Thalia pointed between the two of us. “Casual hookup? Trying to score yet another soccer captain? Indulge me.”

Gosh, I already hated her entitled bitchy voice.

“Common interest in running brought us together,” Max replied curtly as his fingers drummed on my hips, teasing my exposed skin.

Electricity rushed through me from his sudden touch. My breath hitched, and desire built deep in my core.

Their conversation faded in the background as Max gently moved his fingers down my leg, drawing sensual circles, before dragging them back up. His fingertips grazed my aching center as he continued his torturing pattern.

I should have been part of the conversation, help him with deflecting Thalia, keep convincing her that we were together and our relationship was serious.

Instead, there I was, almost coming apart from a simple touch of his. But his fingers played me like a violin, without missing a beat as he held the conversation.

My head rolled back and landed on his chest, my pleading eyes finding his.

A cruel yet satisfied smile tugged on his lips as his hand froze on my abdomen, his fingers inches away from my aching spot.

“Anyway, I think Ivy is ready to go,” he said as I felt his hardness digging into me from behind. The need to touch him and torture him the way he did with me consumed me, but Max kept me in place, not allowing me to move. “Tell your dad I say hi, and that my team is waiting for his call.”

Thalia scuffed. “Seriously?” she asked without any self-preservation. “You are leaving with… her.”

“Yes, my girlfriend,” Max repeated the word with a cocky grin. “I’ll see you around.”

“I will tell my dad,” she stopped us from turning away and both of us glanced at her. My eyes where wide with curiosity, while anger shook Max’s body.

Gone was the seventh cloud where I floated minutes ago.

“Tell him what?” Max challenged her.

“That you…” Thalia started, but I cut her off. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe just the annoyance over the fact that I desperately needed to come and every time Max and I got close to having a real moment outside of this whole fake circus, someone interrupted us and cut the mood.

“You can tell your daddy he is in a happy relationship and I have no desire of ever letting him be single again. How does that sound?”

Thalia took a surprised step back. “You don’t have to be a bitch just because I’m his ex. Girls should lift girls up and not trust lying, manipulative sociopaths.”

I almost laughed in her face. I dated a lying, manipulative sociopath before and it wasn’t Max. “I think you were describing yourself, not him.”

She gasped. It was damn time someone put her back in her place.

“Oh, and one last thing before you run to Daddy… stay away from my boyfriend.”

“Or what?” she challenged me. “What can you possibly do? I’m the one who holds his future.”

“But I can hack into all your personal devices within minutes and ruin your whole life by displaying all the shit you have done and said. Doubt your daddy would like that. So, as long as you stay away from him, I won’t use my skills on you. How does that sound?”

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