The Revenge Games Duet

“What if I say no?”

He kisses my thigh, the moan escaping my mouth as his lips linger against my heated skin. “I’d say we’d have to find a way to cure that mouth of yours, and I’m sure I could find something to stick inside.”

“Okay, fine. Since you’re practically begging me.” I roll my eyes, hiding my elation at this over-the-top cutesy conversation where the baddest boy in town just asked me to be his girlfriend.

It is stupid, ridiculous, yet, I don’t care. If there’s anything that Wesley has done right, it’s make me forget. When he’s this close to me, it is all about him.

Wesley Rich in the spotlight.

He continues to slide his hands up my thighs, positioning them, so he’s firmly cupping my ass. Slowly, he eases his way to a standing position, his body pressing against mine.

“I don’t beg. You will have said yes.”

“Oh please, cue the bad-boy talk.”

He tilts his head in amusement, displaying a wide grin and teasing me by biting his lower lip. I’m drawn to the way his teeth gnaw on the corner of his mouth, much like an animal ready to pounce on his mouthwatering prey. His grip around my ass tightens until his hands slide lower and around the front. His long fingers brush against my panties, causing me to suck in my breath as the sensation begins a rippling effect of pleasure.

“Like I said…” His head is buried into my neck, his warm breath against my skin. “You will have said yes.”

I clutch his hair in my hands, desperate for him to continue and disappointed when he distances himself. My panting is uncontrollable, yet I raise my brows, silently questioning why he pulled away.

“But not here.”

“When?” I blurt out, desperate and forthcoming.

“I want you to come with me to an event tomorrow night. It’s a fundraiser at my mother’s house.”

“Your mother?” I step back, curious as to why he wants to go and with me of all people. According to the Internet, they don’t have a relationship. “I didn’t think you guys spoke?”

“We do, sort of. This is for charity. So, I would like to go. Will you be my date as my girlfriend?”

The cute, adorable, wants-to-raise-money-for-charity Wesley, is a side of him I haven’t seen. I’m still in awe. This guy in front of me wants to be with me, no other reason, just because he wants me. This fantasy world that my brain has created for itself bursts from the reality of the world around us, the people around us.

“But what if someone tells Emerson about us?”

“So let them.”

“I can’t jeopardize my job,” I tell him firmly, backing away. “I’ll go, on one condition.”

Wesley stills his demeanor, looking slightly agitated that I have mentioned Emerson.

“No photos of us, together. I will go as a different name. I don’t want this leaking out. I have my mom to think of and Flynn. You need to understand, please.”

His arms are folded, and any minute now, I’m expecting Mr. Rage to let me have it.

He surprises me with a bemused smile. “Any name, huh? Like… Ivana Cumalot?”

I’m unable to hold my laughter, clutching my stomach while I encourage this childish behavior. “Helda Dick.”

“Anita Cox.”

We both laugh until we slow down enough to catch our breath.

“How fancy are we talking?”

“Don’t worry, I got you covered.”

“It’s fine.” I turn away, pretending not to care but knowing full well I will be judged. “I can go buy a dress.”