Twisted Kingdom (Royal Elite 3)
He appears completely at ease as he retrieves his books from the passenger seat.
I know better.
If I spent last night running hills and swimming, he spent it blowing off steam in the only way he knows how.
I prop my elbow against the side of his car. “Are you going to stop being a little bitch?”
“Are you going to stop being a fucking whore?” He doesn’t miss a beat.
“You know that’s not what happened, Nash. Stop thinking with your dick.”
“Is that so?” He slams the passenger door shut and faces me, holding his books with one hand. “Why don’t you tell me what happened, then? I’m listening.”
“You don’t trust me?”
“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that.”
Smart.
Nash’s intelligence is the reason I got myself into this whole fucking mess in the first place.
The challenge and the games are what we lived for. I never thought there would be a day when I would regret them. Partly because I don’t do regrets. And also because I didn’t see Elsa coming back into my life with such power.
“Talk to Elsa,” I say.
“Why would I do that?”
I want to smash his face into the car and pick his neurons apart.
I don’t do that.
Nash is one of my rare tickets to get Elsa back.
“She likes and trusts you more than ever after you ran your fucking mouth about the kidnapping.”
“She does, doesn’t she?” His lips curl into a smirk.
Fucker knows his strengths all too well. He didn’t only tell Elsa about the kidnapping to get back at me, he also did it so she’d trust him.
“Too bad I’m not in the mood to help a fucking whore.” He slams his shoulder into mine.
I clench my jaw and grab him by the shoulder. “I’ll owe you one.”
He stops and slowly turns around.
Nash, of all people, knows I don’t like owing anyone shit. This is a drastic measure. I’m giving him the chance to make the first move and strike.
“You’ll end it.” He squares his shoulders so we’re standing toe-to-toe. “All of it.”
“Soon.”
“And you’ll tell me what the fuck is your deal with her.”
“Deal.”
Sorry not sorry, Queens. I warned you. Now, you’re on your own.
If I were a better person, I would’ve sent her a warning text, but I’m not. Besides, this is payback for when she didn’t notify me about Jonathan.