Trouble with the Fake Boyfriend (Rock Bottom #3) - Holly Renee Page 0,31
to get pregnant.
I don’t know how big of a secret that is to Liam, but we spent a good majority of the ride here talking about whether or not I wanted babies while I simultaneously freaked out.
I wasn’t ready to have babies.
I didn’t even have a real boyfriend, for crying out loud. Not that I could tell her that.
We took a seat in the front row, and I took a second to look around me at all the people I didn’t know.
I spotted Katie sitting with a group of other girls, and she was dressed completely normal. She had on a pair of jeans with a white tank top and her brown hair laid against her shoulders in a pile of curls.
Suddenly, I felt foolish.
It was insane that I was allowing this girl who I didn’t even know to have this power over me. But Liam had loved her once upon a time, and I had never even come close.
But here I was in his old football jersey with some eye black under my eyes looking like some sort of lovesick fool.
I was staring at Katie and her friends so hard I barely noticed Sophie as she ran in my direction and pulled me into a hug.
“You’re here!”
“I’m here.” I laughed.
“Hey, Jase.” He was standing behind her looking as beautiful as always.
“Brooke.” He nodded toward me with a smirk, and I knew that he probably knew exactly why I was here. “Mrs. G.”
Sophie let me go and held me at arm’s length as she looked me up and down. “You look so damn hot.”
“It’s too much.” I looked down at my outfit.
“No.” She shook her head. “It’s perfect.” She looked over at Sarah and gave her a small wave. “Come to the concession stand with me.”
“I’ll be right back,” I said to Sarah, but Sophie was already pulling me away.
As soon as we made it out of earshot, she started in on me. “I talked to Kennedy. She told me what you’re doing.”
“Oh. She told you I was out here looking like a fool for my fake boyfriend.” I waved down at my outfit.
“Are you two fucking?” She cocked her head to the side.
“No. We’re not fucking,” I whisper-yelled because Sophie was being incredibly loud.
“Well, you’re going to be once he sees you in this outfit. I kind of want to fuck you myself.”
I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help grinning. “You’re ridiculous.”
“No. I’m honest.” We got in line for the concession stand, but she kept up with the questions. “Have y’all at least kissed?”
“Yes. Of course.”
“And?” She waved her hand, asking for more details.
“And what?”
“How the hell was it? I bet Liam’s a good kisser.”
I nodded my head. “He is.”
“Did you get little butterflies in your stomach when you kissed?” She was far too excited about the prospect.
“No.” I looked at her like she was crazy even though she was far too on point. “I’m too damn old for butterflies, plus we’re fake dating, remember?”
“That doesn’t make his tongue fake.”
“No. It sure doesn’t.”
“See.” She snapped her fingers. “I knew he was a good kisser.”
While she was right about his kissing skills, I couldn’t stop thinking about the time he used his tongue a little farther south. Heat spread across my chest, and for a second I wondered what the hell was happening to me. I didn’t blush, and I sure as hell didn’t fall for a guy simply because he was good at going down on me.
Okay, to be fair, he was far better than good.
Life-altering, even.
But there were plenty guys out there that could rock my world.
“Being a good kisser isn’t going to make me fall for the guy. This is a simple business deal.”
“Uh huh.” She looked like she believed me about as much as I did. “You keep telling yourself that.”
“Oh, wow. Sophie Moore, is that you?”
As soon as I heard Katie’s voice, my heart fell into my stomach. She was standing behind us in line, only one other person between us, and prayed harder than I had ever prayed before that she didn’t just overhear our conversation.
And of course the main reason was because I didn’t want her to tell Liam’s parents and ruin this entire rouse we had going, but more than that, I couldn’t stand the thought of her thinking Liam had to make a business deal to get a girl to come home with him.
To be happy.
It didn’t matter if that was the truth of what happened.