Page 59 of Face Off With Fate

I shot off another request, needing to do something with my hands before they ended up sliding under the white hem, exploring his muscled chest. “I think you owe me for subjecting me to this sight.”

Back to lying through my teeth.

“Oh, come on. I think it looks pretty good.” Monroe held his arms out to the sides, the cropped shirt riding up. The trellis twinkle lights and lamp in the kitchen highlighted the cocky smile that was plastered on his face.

This would haunt me. I was supposed to witness this wet dream and what?

Go about my life?

His slutty happy trail called my name, begging me to run my tongue along it and those fuck-ass hip-V things hot people used to lure others to bad decisions.

That was what we’d be—a bad decision.

My pussy vehemently disagreed. I squeezed my thighs, hoping to relieve the ache and get her to think clearly.

Monroe didn’t miss the move. His attention slid down my body, and I swore it was as tantalizing as a physical touch. “I think you like me in it, too, Trouble.”

“Nope. Now, if you’re done making me laugh, I’m gonna go enjoy my evening…with someone,” I rushed out the last part, hoping the lie was believable.

He took two steps forward. The opposite of what I needed from him when my restraint was paper-thin.

“If I send you more, will you go home?” He typed something out on his phone, eyes finding mine as he tucked it back into his pocket. “Alone.”

My phone vibrated.

Cashpay Payment:

$4,000 from CoachMonroe

My stomach dipped.

“Double what Thatcher paid.” His calloused finger lifted my chin, forcing my eyes away from the notification. “Can you follow directions, Trouble?”

Alarms blared in my head, warning me against leaning into his touch. Or blurting out how willing I was to follow directions—especially ones to the nearest horizontal surface.

“Yup,” was all I managed to strangle out before I darted out his front door like my ass was on fire.

My heartbeat didn’t slow down the entire drive home.

SEVENTEEN

GRACIELLA

HOT PPL LOVE TEXTING CHAPTERS.

Me:

K Itzel. Spill. How was tonight? I didn’t get shit about the dinner from Monroe except it was “fine.”

Itze:

Well it WAS fine.

Ari:

Ugh. Well was he nice? That’s the real question.

Itze: