Page 55 of Playing with Fire

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

"Well, you're right. This situation focuses on the seven minutes in hell part. I repeat his words.

"Seriously, Felix?" I hear Jaxon drunkenly complain. I'd choose death before spending seven minutes with her.

"Oh, whatever," I pushed his shoulder. "Don't be such a baby." I mock him.

I found myself surprisingly at peace with this situation. If I were sober right now sober me would definitely not approve of this.

So, I'm not really sober right now, am I?

Kylie declared from across the couch "Here I'll balance the dare." "Double or nothing."

This piqued my interest. "So, you're saying fourteen minutes then?" I ask to clarify.

"Exactly." She smiled as El pulled her closer. You'll receive ten dollars from me after you complete that task. From her pocket she retrieved a crisp ten-dollar bill.

"Deal." I quickly accepted and stood up. I take the bill from her hands as I walk towards her. "thank you for paying for my suffering."

"Gladly." she laughed.

As I returned to Jaxon, I noticed him groan when he saw me. "Let's go, Rowan." I sang sarcastically.

Why did my voice carry such enthusiasm throughout this entire thing?

He finished his drink and stood up from the couch. We stopped leaving because Kylie called us back.

"Hold on. Phones," she said, holding out her hands.

Shit.

"You're annoying." I rolled my eyes.

"I'm smart." Her eyebrow went up as she took my phone from me.

Jaxon surrendered his phone without enthusiasm while another man took us to the room. He promised to knock on the door when our time was over. Before the door closed behind him, I had heard nothing else.

When I locked inside the room, I noticed it was extremely small, resembling a closet size. The room was so cramped it could just fit both of us.

My back pressed against the wall as I sat down while my legs stretched out before me. Jaxon positioned himself beside my feet and placed his legs across my lap.

"Really?" I shoved his legs off my lap.

You locked me in this room and now you must deal with me. He lifts his feet once more and places them onto my lap.

I already regret doing this.

To make things worse. Dealing with him was not something I wanted to do now. The dare seemed exciting initially, but disappointment set in the moment the door snapped shut.

After pushing his legs away from me again I take my turn by placing my legs on his lap.

I want you to wake me when you hear him banging on the door. I start getting comfortable.

I expected his reaction so when he kicked my legs from him, I remained unsurprised. My knee struck the door hard enough to cause a small reaction of pain which I kept hidden.

Ow.

The closet's limited space created a very hot environment. I checked for light in here when we opened the door but found none. Although the music played outside was loud, the walls softened the sound.

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