Betrayed by Truths (Truth or Lies 2)

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bsp; Why can’t you see that?

This was supposed to cement our hate for each other, not make us want each other more.

“Can you hand me a towel?” I ask.

“Sure.”

Enzo grabs a towel and holds it open while I climb out of the tub before wrapping it around my body.

He sold you, don’t ever forget that.

Don’t fall for the charming grin and seductive eyes.

Forget how good he made your body feel.

Enzo doesn’t move out of my way. We stand—both in various states of nakedness, but it’s not just our bodies exposed to each other, but our souls.

“I’m going to get dressed.”

“Okay.”

“And then I’m going to prepare for tomorrow.”

“Okay,” his lips tighten.

“Okay.”

Neither of us move. When this moment is over, so are we. I’m sure after tomorrow any feelings we have toward each other will be severed.

Finally, I walk past him, our arms touch and then our fingers brush against each other as if we want to hold onto each other’s hands.

We could have made a great couple. The sex is out of this world. We are drawn to each other even when we consider the other person an enemy. But it would have never worked out long term. Just like a flame that eventually dies out quickly with a burst of strong wind. We would have been snuffed out just as quickly.

It’s a good thing this can never happen between us. We definitely can’t have a relationship, and even fucking each other would bring up too many emotions between us. But it would have been fun to ride his cock while we could, before we let the drama come into our lives.

Too bad it took me until the last possible day to decide it was okay to fuck him.

I walk into the closet and pull on some running shorts, sports bra, and tank top. I’m not in the best of shape and decide I should spend today testing my abilities so tomorrow, no matter what I face, I will at least know what my skills are.

When I come back out, Enzo is dressed in jeans and a charcoal T-shirt.

“Going for a run?” he asks.

“I don’t want to stay here—not during the games. I should be staying with my father. He could help me prepare.”

“I could help you prepare.”

I snort. “Yea, you could. And then you would know exactly what my weaknesses and strengths are.”

His jaw tenses. “You aren’t leaving.”

“Let me leave for today. You can send one of your men to monitor me. I just really need to be alone today.”

“No.”

Enzo turns away, and I know this is a done conversation. He’s never going to let me go. He likes controlling me too much.