Page 126 of Love Undiscovered
“Twenty-five hundred. Well, I already got a thousand two fifty, so now it's just the other half.”
“You already got...? Jesus Christ. Un-fucking-believable. Who with?”
“Who with what?”
“Who is your bet with?” she asks.
“Alex.”
“My Alex?”
“Yes.” I wince as I say it. This looks so much worse than it is. Or else it really is that bad and I’m a complete and total asshole.
“I can’t believe what an asshole you are.”
I guess that answers my question. She resumes pacing, her steps getting faster with each lap.
“It’s not that different. You have a bet with your girls, I have a bet with my guys,” I say.
“Guys?”
“Well, not guys, per se. The bet is only with Alex.”
“You said guys. Who else knows about it?”
I hang my head. “Brad Matthews and Ethan Shane.”
“Brad and Ethan know?” Her voice is shrill again. “As in Kat’s fiancé Brad and his partner Ethan?”
I don’t even feel the slap until my head is thrust to the side.
“Remi, goddamn, that hurt, what the fuck?”
“You disgust me.”
“You slapped me.” My cheek stings, she can pack a punch.
“You deserve it.”
“You had a fucking bet as well!”
“I didn’t bet whether I could get you to fuck me.”
“Well, what did you bet?”
“That doesn’t matter,” she says.
“If my terms matter, then your terms matter.”
“I had to date someone, the same person, for a month,” she says.
“How is that any different?” I ask.
“You prostituted me.”
“Technically, beautiful, I prostituted myself.”
A sound comes from her, not quite a scream, not quite a growl, maybe somewhere in between. She picks up a magazine off her coffee table and throws it at me.
