Page 36 of Test the Ice
Reese scrambles to roll her window up.
“Who the hell is that–”
She cuts my sentence off with a sharp look. “Just…stay here.”
“No fucking wa–”
Her door shuts in my face. I unclick my seatbelt. I’m not leaving her out there to deal with this douchebag on her own. Plus, he’s wrong. I’m not her fuck buddy. I wish I were, but I’m not.
Reese’s eyes shoot to mine briefly as I climb out of her car.
I remain casual as I walk toward them. Benedict continues to throw insults at her without paying any attention to me. She chews on her bottom lip nervously–the poor thing is going to be raw by the end of this ordeal.
“Out here whoring around–”
I stop dead in my tracks, my feet scuffing along the pavement.
“I know you did not just insinuate that Reese is whoring around.” The pitch of my voice is as neutral as always, but my shoulders tense with irritation. I haven’t known Reese for long, and according to her, I don't know her at all, but what kind of man would I be if I stood here and let him talk to her like that?
Benedict glares at me briefly before turning back toward Reese. “This doesn’t concern you, so if you’re going to be our audience, do me a favor and shut the hell up.”
I step off the curb and stand beside Reese.
“This absolutely concerns him!” she argues.
It does?
“Oh, does it now?” Benedict rolls his eyes. “How does this concern your fuck buddy, Reese?”
“He isn’t my fuck buddy!” she seethes.
I wish.
Benedict raises an eyebrow. “So what? He’s your…boyfriend?” He chuckles sarcastically.
Irritation races up my spine like a chill. I put my arm around Reese and tug her to my side. It’salmostas good as sticking a knife in his chest. “Boyfriend…” I repeat, playing with the words.
I can act like her boyfriend.
No skin off my back.
“No.” Reese intertwines her fingers in my hand hanging off her shoulder. “He’s my fiancé.”
I blink. Did she just say that I’m her fiancé?
Her fingers squeeze mine, and I quickly smooth my face.
Benedict snorts before he throws his head back with a laugh. “Bullshit.”
I don’t have to look at Reese to know she’s worked up. Her entire body trembles with nerves.
Or is it fear?
Either way, I’m in.
Fuck this asshole.
I chuckle, and it pulls Benedict's sharp gaze to me. A crowd is beginning to form, and I have no doubt that the guy I shared an Uber with showed everyone my autograph inside that club, and they’re all out here to get their own.
