Pretend We're Over (Pretend 2)

I click on the text message and open it, even though I know better. I should just delete it.

Unknown number: Where R U?

My body reacts immediately to the threat. It may not seem like a threatening text message, but I know better.

Chills worse than I would feel in an old mansion filled with ghosts dance down my spine.

My ribs constrict around my lungs, rocking them with fear.

Sweat drips down my neck as anxiety spreads.

Not again.

I swipe the message, deleting it before I toss the phone on the bed. If I stop touching it, it can no longer have an effect on me.

I close my eyes and take several deep breaths as I wash the images out of my head, scrubbing my brain clean like I’m Cloroxing a bathroom, that’s how hard I force the dangerous thoughts out of my head.

Sebastian opens the door from the bathroom as he sings a Justin Bieber song about how yummy I am and then switches to how his only intentions are to get me into his bed.

“You know you are combining his songs, right? And when Bieber sings those lyrics, he’s being sweet, not an asshole,” I ask, keeping my eyes closed.

“I’m just improving his lyrics.”

I open my eyes and see his crooked grin as he dries his wet hair. And then I make the mistake of glancing down and see that once again, Sebastian is completely naked.

“Goddammit, what is it with you and not wearing clothes?” I cover my eyes with my hands.

He chuckles. “Don’t pretend that you don’t like what you see. And we are married after all. If I can’t prance around naked, what benefit is there to being married?”

“Can’t you wait to dance around naked with your next wife?”

“This will be my only marriage, so I have to take full advantage.”

I lower my hands to look at him. He can’t be serious. Yet, the playful gleam in his eyes is gone. I may not know Sebastian King very well, but I doubt his statement was anything but honest.

“Just get dressed and packed. The car will be here in ten minutes to take us to the airport.”

His lazy eyes run down my body until they land on the bottom of my short shorts that barely cover my ass. Shorts that I think are a little too short, but Oaklee says I look smoking in. I just wear them because they are comfortable, but now that Sebastian sees me in them, I regret packing them. I can’t read him. I don’t know if he finds my ass attractive or if he thinks it’s too large.

His pregnant comment still stings. Even though he defended me in the room during brunch. He thought I was pregnant. He basically called me fat. And now he’s staring at my ass in the same way.

He tilts his head. “What are you thinking?”

“That you now have eight minutes to get dressed and packed before the car arrives for us.”

He shakes his head slowly as he walks to me. “Liar. What are you thinking?” His voice is soft and dreamy, like melted chocolate. He’s trying to caress me with his words to pull the truth from me.

And why not tell him? We are going to be stuck together for the next week.

“I’m thinking that you think my ass is too big.”

His brow furrows, his jaw tenses, and his eyes darken. “Look at me, Millie.”

I do.

“No.” He cups my chin, dragging my eyes down his naked body to his rock hard cock.

I bite my lip to keep from saying something stupid.