Page 179 of Scandalous Games

TERESA: Only need five. *wink emoji* Looks like we’ll be doing that girl a favor after all. Because guess who invited me to the room. Hint… Not me.

Fuck. Does this mean he’s cheated on Bianca more than once? A flicker of guilt inserts into my psyche but I shove it down. Pocketing my phone, I focus on my obsession just as another guy approaches her. Jaw clenching, I push through the crowd and stop right behind her. She shivers while tilting her head to the side, sensing my presence.

“Scram,” I growl at the little shit.

He scatters away after one look at my face. Bianca twirls around and lifts her chin defiantly. Crossing her arms that push her full tits together, she taunts, “Stalking much?”

I fight the urge to smile and stay quiet.

“Why can’t you leave me alone?” she grumbles in annoyance.

“That seems more of your boyfriend’s thing, kitten.”

“He went to get me a drink.”

“You’re a terrible liar.”

Her face goes beet red and my dick hardens, imaging the same color while she chokes on my shaft.

“He—he’ll be back,” she stammers.

I lean down as she swallows and hover my mouth against her ear, inhaling her scent. When she sharply inhales, I ache to bite into her skin. Instead, I taunt, “Or maybe he likes to sneak away too.”

She shoves me back at my insinuation and angrily growls, “He would never.”

“Why? Has he finally fucked you, kitten?”

Doubt creeps in just as an embarrassed flush appears, giving me my answer. With a smirk, I turn around and walk away. And when I look back, she’s already halfway up the stairs.

Come morning, my stepbrother will finally learn life is neither fair nor perfect.

And Bianca… she will remember me as her savior when I’ve always been the villain.

Ten minutes later, when I slide behind the wheel ready to leave, there’s a text on my phone. Attached to it is a photo of a hurt Bianca standing in the doorway. I throw my phone, unable to stare at her crying face.

The sense of victory I expected never comes and I drive away.

It’s almost after an hour that there’s a knock on my bedroom door and I jerk it open, coming to a halt.

“Bianca.”

Chapter Sixty-one

BIANCA

My heart thumps in my throat every time I open a room in the hallway upstairs and they come empty or already occupied. Dash’s parting taunt replays in my head and I hate letting him get to me.

Niall would never cheat. Just last week, he said he loved me and apologized for being a shitty boyfriend. We went on a date and spent the whole week at my apartment since Rosa went home. It was perfect.

It has to be another one of Dash’s sick games. I saw the disappointment on his face when he found Niall and me together after the night of the club. This is his way of getting back at me.

Damn it. What am I doing?

I pause my hand on the last door open and intend on going back downstairs. I wouldn’t insult Niall for a single moment of doubt. Lowering my fingers, I back away and turn.

“Fuck yeah. Spread those legs, baby.”

I freeze in the dark hallway. It’s none other than Niall’s rough groan. For a second, I believe I’m hallucinating when he grunts again. I would recognize that voice anywhere. Everything happens in slow motion.

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