Emerson: 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—that reply was instantaneously.
My fingers can’t type because I’m confused and unsure of how to respond. All I can 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 the man beside you is your best friend, her brother.
I place my cell in my pocket avoiding any further contact for now, at the same time Ash swerves into a gas station and runs for his life, leaving me alone in the car.
The temptation’s too high.
And so, I type...
Me: You’re asking me to do something 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 into the car and gives me a rundown about 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.
Emerson: Ditto.
“Can you believe Emmy telling me not to score tonight?”
Yes, I can. Emmy has always believed that if you commit to something you have to stick it through. Relationships are no different. And despite her telling us the ins and outs of cheating, she knows very well what she’d done with me was wrong.
It was nothing more than a lover’s revenge.
Driven by anger, hurt, and wanting to make Wesley Rich feel as small as she was feeling.
I should walk away. Remove myself from this tangled web.
But I want in.
All in.
I want her revenge and everything that comes with it.
Chapter Ten
“One of the deadliest combinations is
butterflies and jealousy.
Then, you know your heart’s in real trouble.”
~ Emerson Chase.
Logan’s last message renders me speechless. I know him well enough not to back down. Play the game and you won’t look like the fool who got jealous when you threw in that comment of him fucking all of Hollywood.
I’m standing in my wardrobe wearing my black-laced bra and matching panties, wondering what I should wear tonight. I really don’t want Ash and Logan to come, but I felt like I was backed into a corner. It’s not that I don’t enjoy their company. I just know Wes can be a dick and he’s never met Logan which means he will go out of his way to be an even bigger dick.
The texts between us are fun, but I’ve left it at that. Logan’s never showed interest in me before the night at the lake, and these flirtatious conversations are merely a part of everyday life from a man with a long belt. At least that’s what I continue to tell myself.
The black off-the-shoulder dress is calling my name, paired with some heels which lace all the way up my legs stopping just underneath my knees. I place the shoes on first, knowing it’s a mission to get these laces tied up. As gorgeous as they are they’re a massive pain in the ass to get on.
My cell is lying on the white carpet beneath my feet. Leaning down, I notice Mom’s name flash on the screen.
“What’s up, Mom? I’m literally knee-deep in this leather heel that’s a blessing and curse.”
“Are those the ones you wore to that award show where that rapper gave you his number, and you had to tell him he had food stuck in his grill?”
“Your attention to detail is priceless, Mom.” I laugh. “And yes, they’re the hooker heels.”