“Can I get a picture, Jack?” I looked up to see a pencil-thin, busty blonde batting her eyelashes at me. I wanted to fucking puke.

I looked at Cass sympathetically as she nodded, letting me know she didn’t mind. With a terse “Not tonight,” I barely looked in the woman’s direction before throwing my arm around Cass and walking toward the car. The woman mumbled “asshole” under her breath, and Cassie’s shoulders tensed.

Anxious to get going, I scanned our surroundings, not wanting to be surprised by anything or anybody as we walked toward our waiting car. I spotted a large, muscular silhouette in the distance. “How do you like Matteo?”

Cassie stopped abruptly, turning to face me. “Can you believe he’s Sal’s cousin?”

I laughed because I’d thought the exact same thing when he picked me up earlier. “No! I almost died when I fucking saw this guy. He’s good-looking, right?”

The guy looked like someone you’d see on a billboard or a shopping bag at the mall. I hired a fucking model to drive my smoking hot and incredibly kind girlfriend around town.

I’m an idiot.

“Yeah, he’s pretty good-looking,” she responded matter-of-factly.

I could always fire him.

Or hit him.

“You don’t get to leave me for some driver. ” My body tensed as jealous insecurity raged through me.

Her face contorted; I could see that my words were settling for her. “Uh, you’re insane. ”

“I might be insane, but I mean it. You can’t ever leave me for someone else. ” The very fucking idea of Kitten leaving me for another guy made me want to rip someone’s head off. I’d die before I let that happen. This girl is my world.

“Jack, where is all this coming from?”

“I don’t know. Maybe I think since I fucked up so badly, the only way for us to be even is for you do the same thing. ” I shrugged and watched as her face changed from concern to anger.

She placed her hand firmly against her hip as she lit into me. “First of all, you don’t get to tell me what to do. You also don’t get to be the one to dictate what makes us even when it comes to your colossal fuckup. Do you understand?”

I knew she didn’t really want an answer, so I remained quiet as she continued her tirade. “The biggest thing you don’t get to do is turn this around on me. I’m not the one who did anything wrong. I’m not the one who cheated, got someone fake pregnant, and then got married. So you do not get to make this an issue where you’re the one feeling bad and I’m supposed to feel guilty over something I had no control over. That’s bullshit, Jack, and you know it. ”

Chills surged down my neck, causing the hairs to stand on end with her demands. She was hot as fuck when she was angry. I wanted to rip her clothes off and take her right here, while our model driver watched. “You’re right. You’re totally right. I’m sorry. ”

Her breathing still erratic, she reached for my hand, pulling me toward the giant waiting shadow. “Don’t be like that. It’s not fair to me. I’m the one who gets to be upset and have insecurities, and figure out how to trust you again. Not the other way around. ” Her voice turned to a whisper as we neared Matteo.

“Good evening, Mr. Carter, Miss Andrews,” Matteo’s voice rang out as he pulled open the rear door.

“Seriously, Matteo, call me Jack. Or Carter, even. Just drop the mister. Please. ”

“Are you sure?” he asked one last time.

“I’m fucking positive,” I answered with a laugh, hoping that the f-word would break the ice even further.

“OK, boss. If you insist. ”

That’s right. I’m your boss, model boy. And I do insist.

“How about you, Miss Andrews?”

Cassie leaned her head to the side, her lips puckering. “How about me, what?”

Is she flirting with him?

“What do you prefer I call you?” His eyes locked on to hers, and I wanted to introduce my fist to his jaw. Or piss all over Cassie in an effort to claim her as mine.

Get it together, Carter.

Tags: J. Sterling The Perfect Game Romance
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