The Punk and the Plaything (When Rivals Play #3) - B.B. Reid Page 0,38
only take a glance for Jamie to know everything I was feeling.
Of course, he had to go and ruin the moment.
“So spit it out,” he demanded when he finished shaving and tossed the razor aside. “Thank me for the dress.”
“I didn’t call to thank you. I called to tell you that I’ll be returning it to you… in ashes.”
I wanted to punch the screen when he smirked. And then he spoke, choosing each word with care. “No, you won’t, Bette.”
This should be good. “And why not?”
“Because I’ll tell your father that your fiancé is cheating on you with his stepsister.”
It was all I could do not to shoot up from the bed. I had to settle for gripping my sheets instead and being grateful that he couldn’t see. “He won’t believe you.”
Perking an eyebrow, he held my gaze. “Even if I have proof?”
I didn’t even want to think about what kind of proof he had. Or how he got it in the first place. “Why would you do something like that? Ever would be pissed.”
“Ever is in love with Four, and he’s just dying for the world to know it.” Finally, he looked at his phone screen, and our gazes locked. “I’m curious, though, why you aren’t upset. I just told you the guy you’re going to marry is in love with someone else.”
“That’s your opinion.”
“It’s a fact, but I’ll play. Even if he isn’t in love with her, he’s fucking her, and that’s not just speculation. I’ve heard them. Caught them in the act a couple of times, too. Of course, they don’t know about the second time.” He winked before his luscious lips spread, and I almost returned his grin. Realizing I was supposed to play the part of a scorned fiancée, I looked away, feigning anger and denial. “I can tell you what position they did it in if you like.”
“That won’t be necessary.”
“It was doggy style,” he blurted anyway because he was Jameson freaking Buchanan. He wiped the last of the lather away with a hand towel before gazing down at the screen again. “So, how do you want to do this?”
“Do… what?”
“Get him back for cheating on you. Get even.”
“Let me guess… I should sleep with you?” He blinked a few times before shaking his head as if recovering from a blow. “Something wrong?”
“It’s déjà-fucking-vu. Why does everyone assume my answer to everything is sex?”
“I don’t know,” I said while gazing at my nails so that he couldn’t see what the truth did to me. “Maybe because you’ve slept with half the town?”
He didn’t blink. “That’s on you.”
I stared at him in disbelief before finally finding my voice. “You’re blaming me? You’re actually blaming me for you being a whore?”
“Yeah, and I’ll fuck every girl in this goddamn town, including the ugly ones, if it will get your attention.”
“Jamie… you can’t—that’s ridiculous.” I was breathless when I should have been anything but flattered. I wasn’t… not really, but what was I supposed to say to that?
Jamie shrugged as he poked at a pimple on his chin, and I believed him. He really didn’t give a damn.
“Stop that,” I snapped, earning his frown.
“No can do, kitten. I’ve got needs, too.”
Rolling my eyes, I said, “I mean the pimple. Stop messing with it, or it will scar.”
“I’m already scarred, Bee, and the ones you left behind are never going away.” He held my gaze as he popped the pimple, and I cringed. I watched as he brushed his teeth, and even after he was done, neither of us spoke. I had a feeling we were both afraid because we always seemed to end up at each other’s throats when we talked. The silence wasn’t awkward, however. I was content to chew on my bottom lip as I watched him move around his room. Eventually, he picked up a hardwood guitar, sat down at his desk, propped the phone up, and began lazily strumming the guitar. I wondered if Jamie’s father ever got the chance to finish teaching him before he died. Jameson definitely knew a thing or two but he was no Jimi Hendrix.
“You still write?” he casually asked after the silence had stretched too long. I felt like I’d been punched in the stomach.
“Write?”
“I didn’t take you for a parrot,” he said as he shoved a cigarette between his pretty lips. “You know what the fuck I mean.”
I rolled my eyes when he started to light up. “Do you really need to do that now?” I