The Bet: A Bully Romance(22)

Sebastian's phone starts to ring then, and he rolls his eyes as soon as he hears the ring tone. “You gotta be fucking kidding me.” He pulls his phone from his dress slacks and looks at the screen, his frown deepening. “It’s fucking work.”

He gets up, shaking his head, anger filling his features. “I’m sorry, Jules, I have to go. I’ll pick you up at six Sunday night, so please be ready, otherwise I’ll send Dad instead,” he orders, pointing a finger at me.

He gives me a quick hug and walks out the door a moment later. Only when he is gone, do I realize Cally’s still sitting quietly on the couch next to me. She’s curled up in a blanket, licking her fork.

“So is he single?” She wiggles her eyebrows, and I shake my head, a laugh emitting from my throat.

“Do not even think about it.” I give her a warning look.

“Aw come on, Jules, he’s cute.”

“Cally…”

She pushes off the couch, her now empty cake container in hand. “Okay, okay. But he’s seriously cute.”

“He can be cute, and still be left alone. You don’t want to get mixed up with those boys.” I sag into the couch, trying to think of how I’m going to get out of Sunday dinner with him. Remington will kill me if he finds out that I’m going to be there.

“Of course I want to get mixed up in boys...I just won’t get mixed up in that one.” She snickers and walks out of the living room.

What the hell am I going to do?

The last thing I want to do is see Remington...but I can’t let my fear of seeing him stop me from seeing his brothers, from seeing his father. I want to be happy, even if Remington doesn’t want me to be and I guess that answers my question.

I’m going to do what Jules wants…

I’m going to make myself happy.





Chapter Nine




Remington





I feel like a fucking idiot sitting on the couch waiting for Cole and Thomas to come home so I can ask them what the fuck I saw back at the diner earlier. I know rationally I have no right to be mad at Cole. He’s done nothing wrong. She isn’t with me now, and he has no idea about the history we share, but that doesn’t stop the jealousy from spreading through my chest like a lethal venom.

When the door finally opens and the guys walk in laughing and smiling, I have the urge to jump up and yell at them, what for…I have no idea. I’m acting so irrational it’s not even fucking funny.

“Hey, Rem,” Thomas greets me, and I give him a head nod.

“Hey,” I reply. I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from asking them right away what the hell was going on. I don’t want to seem like I’m overly curious, or anything, because it’s not like me to want any more than a one time fuck.

A lot of the women I’ve fucked have also fucked all my roommates. It’s not unlike us to share, what is, is for me to act jealous. And since I know what that would look and sound like, I hold my tongue. I wait until they get some beer out of the fridge and settle down onto the couch.

Seems like a good amount of time has passed now.

“I saw you at the diner. I was walking by, but I didn’t want to interrupt your little…whatever that was,” I say, keeping my voice flat and uninterested when in reality I’m so fucking interested I want to scream from the rooftops.

“We were just on a little double date, no biggy,” Cole says nonchalantly. I grip my beer bottle so tightly I think it might break in my hand. What the fuck? I don’t understand why it’s bothering me so much. Actually I do, but I’m not ready to admit it to myself.

Allen and Kia walk through the door not long after, tossing their backpacks by the door doing the same thing that Cole and Thomas did when they walked in. They each grab a beer from the fridge before settling down onto one of the couches.

“How is everyone’s bet going?” Cole asks.

“Well, my chick is immune to bad boy charm.” Thomas frowns.

“Mine hissed at me the last time I tried to talk to her.” Alan chuckles. “I’m sure when I get her into bed though she’ll be nothing but a purring little kitten.”

“Way to turn a bad into a good.” Kia fist bumps Alan across the living room table and they both break out into laughter.

“Mine’s being a bitch. Having a hard time getting her to drop her panties,” Cole shakes his head in frustration. “I’m pretty sure she is interested in someone else.”

I roll my neck, the tension is thick inside my body. I haven’t had sex in days, and my emotions are spiraling out of control, that has to explain why I’m filled with this…this jealous rage.

“How is yours, Rem? I bet you already bagged her, didn’t you?” Thomas questions, with a grin on his face.

“Damn fucking straight I did,” I grin, and they all hoot, and holler. I don’t tell them that I didn’t actually fuck Jules, they don’t have to know that. All they have to believe is what I tell them.

“Well, where’s the proof?” Alan asks, taking a sip of his beer. The thought of them hearing Jules’ soft whimpers makes me sick to my stomach. I grit my teeth and shove my pathetic feelings to the side. Jules didn’t care when she broke my heart, when she shattered it into a million fucking pieces. She didn’t care when she went on a date with Cole… or when I tried to fucking talk to her. She doesn’t care about me, or anything that I have to say.