Fake Dating the Bad Boy for Revenge novel Chapter 17

Chapter 17

She leans over and looks around her street after she has pulled me in. The action has her small shirt riding up behind her, giving me a view of her pink

thong, which barely covers her plump, sexy ass.

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The sight of it has blood rushing straight to my cock, and instantly, I grow hard in my pants. Immediately, she pulls back, and I avert my gaze elsewhere,

acting like I wasn’t just staring at her ass. A few seconds after she’s satisfied, she pulls back and closes the door. She turns to me and blinks. “It’s Saturday.”

Her brows furrow in confusion as she stares at me.

“Good job. You passed kindergarten.”

Her glare is sharp enough to cut glass, but she disappears into her room anyway. Less than thirty minutes later, she’s back in blue ripped jeans and a loose

black hoodie.

“You’re not wearing that.” I narrow my eyes at her clothes like they would rip themselves under the force of my glare.

“What’s wrong with this?” She looks down at her clothes with a confused stare.

“It says ‘I want to blend into the wallpaper.” I let my gaze drag over her deliberately. “And you’re not wallpaper.”

Her cheeks heat. She mutters something under her breath but grabs her bag and follows me out. “I don’t have anything else that isn’t like this.”

‘Do you have anything…remotely sexy?” I ask, my interest more in my curiosity, and I need to see her in something that would have every man flipping as

she passed by.

She shakes her head in the negative and mumbles. “No/.”

“We seriously have to go shopping. You need a full wardrobe invasion.”

“It’s just not my style. Roxanne says I’m too fat, so I just wear what’ll hide that. She says, and my blood pulses with the need to get back at Roxanne even

more.

I turn to her immediately, and she stops with me as we stop right in front of my car. “The last person that should get to you is Roxanne. She’s had more

work done on her body than anyone else has in that school.”

She nods at me, but then, she says something that has me regretting my silence for the past year. “But you joined her so…”

‘Did I ever say anything to you personally?” I asked.

‘No.’

‘Exactly, Roxanne fed off the power she thought she had because we screwed too many than I should have.”

She nods, walking beside me till she’s seated, and I zoom off to a restaurant on the part of town that she’d be comfortable in.

We get a corner booth. I ordered without asking her, because I already know what she likes. Or more accurately, what she pretends to like when she thinks

no one’s watching.

When the food comes, she picks at it and moves the food around her plate like it bothers her. She takes two bites of her pasta before setting her fork down and looking away.

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Chapter 17

“Not hungry?” I ask, focusing my energy on keeping my tone casual.

“I’m fine.” She says, her tone curt as she purses her lips.

Fine, my ass. I’ve watched her long enough to know this isn’t about the food. It’s about the way her jaw tightens, the way she pushes her plate further away like the sight of it is a problem she doesn’t want to solve.

Like the thought of eating is a bother to her.

I lean back in my seat, pretending I’m not cataloguing and analyzing every detail. “You eat like a bird.”

Her head snaps up. “And you eat like a-‘

”

“Predator?”

She rolls her eyes. “I was going to say ‘a vacuum cleaner.””

“That’s cute. But you’re deflecting.”

“Maybe I’m just not hungry.” She shrugs her shoulders.

I hum, letting it drop for now. But the truth sticks to me like smoke, as I realise something; I’ve seen this before at school.

The way she’s skipped lunches, her full trays were dumped in the cafeteria, and the way she drowns herself in the water she drinks, like it’s enough to keep

her running.

When the bill comes, I pay without looking at it. On the way back to the car, she walks a step ahead of me, like she’s putting distance between us, or she’s

running from me, but her hand is still in mine.

Even though there are no cameras around at this time, I make sure we keep our hands intertwined. The feel of her skin on mine is more addictive than the

weed Cassian smokes every day.

“You didn’t have to bring me here,” she says finally.

“I did.”

“Why?”

I glance at her, letting my mouth curl into that grin I know she hates. “Because you’re mine for now, and what’s mine doesn’t hide in her room on

weekends.”

Her eyes narrow. “I’m not yours.”

“Keep telling yourself that, scholarship girl.”

And I think about last night, the glow of her phone through the curtain, the way her body curved under that old t-shirt, and I know she’s wrong. She’s already halfway gone.

She’s already crossing blurred lines.

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