Page 54 of Sincerely, Your Enemy

The corners of TJ’s lips pull into a smirk, the look on his face resembling one a madman would give his victim after luring them into a trap. So… safe to say ignoring him was a bad move?

“You have two choices. You can tell me what the fuck is going on, or I can force it out of you.”

I get chills just from that.

“What do you mean?”

“You’ve been ignoring me for three days, that’s what.”

I could try to deny it, but something tells me it wouldn’t do me any good. “I was busy. It happens.”

“Not to you, it doesn’t. You always have your phone on you. Now, spill.”

He’s really going to make me say it, isn’t he?

I exhale a sigh. “Look, I wasn’t trying to eavesdrop, but I heard you on the phone the other day. You can do whatever you want, but I’m not interested in helping you cheat on your girlfriend.”

“My what?” Normally, I can tell when someone is faking, but he looks like he genuinely has no idea what I’m talking about. If he’s lying, then the guy deserves an Oscar.

“Your girlfriend,Vera? Ring any bells?”

His mouth falls open.

“Wait… you think…”

The last thing I expected was for him to laugh in my face.

“You think Vera’s my girlfriend? What made you think that?”

“Gee, let’s see… Maybe because you said you loved her?”

“Vera’s my godmother. And my aunt.”

I need a moment to register what he just said.

“Oh.”

That’s what happens when you jump to conclusions without asking, Lacey.

He steps closer. “Where in the fuck would I find the time to be in a secret relationship on top of school, basketball practice, work,andour weekly lessons?”

I hadn’t thought of that. I guess it would be difficult for him to fit a secret girlfriend into his schedule.

“So, no, I don’t have a secret girlfriend. You’re the only girl I’m seeing these days.”

Wow, I feel like an idiot.

“All right, then. You don’t have a girlfriend. Now that we’ve cleared that up, I should probably get back to my date.”

I turn to leave, but TJ grabs my wrist and tugs me backward before I can blink.

I gasp when my shoulder hits his chest with a thud. Inches separate our faces now, and I avoid eye contact for my own sanity. I don’t like what being this close to him does to me.

“I told you what you wanted to know. Now it’s your turn.”

He’s going to ask me an incredibly inappropriate question, isn’t he?

“Are you going to fuck him later?”

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