Kicking Reality

Ash hurries the conversation, climbing into the car, rushing us to get back to the hotel in case his ass exploded again.

We take off and with Ash’s erratic driving, I should have offered to take the wheel considering this is a rental. He seems to know his way around, ignoring the GPS and cussing at drivers that drove the actual speed limit.

Emmy had been the only girl to ever challenge me. She knew how to get to me and her comment in the restaurant didn’t leave me so easily. I know I’m competitive, but my desire to make her squirm overtakes any rational thoughts I once had about Emerson Chase.

Tell me something Emerson Chase. Would me fucking you also class as nothing more?

That would put her in her place. I wish I had some visual contact so I could see her face turn bright red.

I don’t know Logan Carrington. Give it a try and see how you go.

I stare at my phone, almost gulping as I read the message. It’s not like it took her minutes to respond where she had time to think about it—it was instantaneously.

My fingers can’t type; confused and unsure of how to respond. All I could think about is thrusting my cock inside her. Placing my lips on her clit and tasting her sweet pussy once I’ve blown inside her.

All the things you shouldn’t be thinking about because of the man beside you: your best friend, her brother.

I place my cell in my pocket avoiding any further contact for now at the same time Ash swerves in a gas station and runs for his life, leaving me alone in the car.

The temptation is too great.

And so, I type . . .

You’re asking me to do something very dangerous Emerson.

If you know me, you know I never back down from a challenge.

The bubble lingers for what feels like minutes. Ash walks out of the restroom with a relieved look on his face. He climbs back into the car and gives me a rundown on how dirty it was inside and how his ass is literally burning, and he doesn’t think he can go out tonight. I’m half paying attention to him until her message appears on my screen.

Ditto.

“Can you believe Emmy telling me not to score tonight?”

Yes. I could. Emmy always believed that if you commit to something—you had to stick through with it. Relationships were no different. And despite her telling us the ins and outs of cheating, she knew very well that what she had done with me was wrong.

It was lover’s revenge.

Driven by anger, hurt, and wanting to make Wesley Rich feel just as sma

ll as she was feeling.

I should walk away. Remove myself from this tangled web.

But I wanted in.

All in.

I wanted her revenge and everything that came with it.

“One of the deadliest combinations is butterflies and jealously.

Then, you know your heart is in real trouble.”

~ Emerson Chase.

Logan’s last message rendered me speechless.

I knew him well enough not to back down. Play the game and you won’t look like the fool that got jealous when you threw in that comment of him fucking all of Hollywood.