Stanton Box Set

Oh. My. God.

“So did you?” he smiles.

I frown at him. “Huh?”

“Did you think of me when you had sex?”

“You’re deluded.” I shake my head. “No. Definitely not.”

He fake punches his fist again as he smiles.

If I tell Jesten that I am trying to get back together with Josh he will go crazy and try to kill him and if I don’t tell him he is going to try and kill him anyway. Who am I kidding? Joshua will kill him first in either situation. I put my head in my hands as I try to think of a solution to this dilemma. Shit, shit, shit. This is a frigging nightmare.

My phone beeps a text and I look at the screen. Joshua. I smile broadly.

What are you doing?

My stomach drops and I look around nervously. Shit, is that a trick question? Have the bodyguards told him I am having lunch with a man and told on me. I swallow nervously and text back.

Having lunch with a friend.

What are you doing?

I nervously wait for a reply.

“Have you heard from him?” Jesten asks.

I glance back at my phone as I wait for his text. “Huh who?” I mumble.

“Your ex-boyfriend.”

My eyes snap up from my phone to look at Jes. Shit, another trick question. If I tell him before the fight that I have been seeing Joshua it will only make him angrier.

“Umm, you know, not really.” Why am I such a terrible liar?

He frowns at me. “What does that mean?”

My phone beeps a text and my eyes flick to the screen. Joshua.

Just thinking about how hot you were last night.

My face nearly splits open with glee.

“Huh?” he asks again.

I frown, oh shut up, you’re annoying me. I want to be sexting Joshua right now.

“Jes, I don’t go out with anyone who cage fights. End of story.” I stand. “I need to get back to work,” I say nervously.

“I’ll walk you back.” He gestures to the door and follows me out of the restaurant.

My eyes flick to the bodyguard who is with Max, who is he? And what is he thinking? Is he a snitch?

We get back to work and Jesten grabs me affectionately in an embrace. I stand rigid and evasive as I feel the glare of others on my back.

“Tash, I want to take you on a date,” he whispers into the top of my head.

Huh? What the hell? I pull back. “Jesten, you want to sleep with me a