“You don’t believe me,” Stefan cocks his head.
“Why would Malakai make a bet like that?” I cross my arms, “It’s not like he needs the money.”
“It’s a pride thing, I don’t expect you to understand.”
I narrow my eyes at him, yeah, I really don’t like this guy.
“Here,” he says, “Let me prove it to you.”
“And how do you expect to do that? Ask Malakai himself?”
He slowly reaches into his pocket, “Just let me show you. I think it’s only fair you know the kind of man you’re dealing with.”
Rage like I’ve never known before boils up in my blood. This man doesn’t like Malakai, his own cousin and he’ll use me to get at him. No, I don’t believe this.
“Save it.”
“Just listen Olivia.”
“Give it some time,” Malakai’s voice sounds through the speaker on Stefan’s phone, “It won’t be long before I have her on her back.”
“Now this is a bet I’d like to put money on.”Sebastian’s unmistakable voice answers.
“Yeah, how much?”The smugness in Malakai’s tone makes me feel sick, my stomach churning as the conversation plays out in front of me.
No, he didn’t. He wouldn’t.
“Five thousand.” Sebastian suggests.
Oh god. This is real.
“Is that it?” Malakai scoffs, “Come on, make it worth my while.”
My head empties out, tears burning behind my eyes.
“As if bedding that woman would be such a hardship.” Bast laughs… “Fine, a hundred.”
I am going to be sick. He put money on sleeping with me. He played me the entire time and for what? To win money he won’t even notice or was it to prove just how stupid I could be? That he could fuck the woman he ruined for fun?
“A hundred grand?” Malakai continues but his voice from the speaker sounds like fog in my mind. How have I been this stupid?
Malakai is a monster. Everything he’s done this past month has been a lie. He doesn’t love me, he never did and never will. It’s a fucking game.
And I walked right into it. I played with fire and now I’m being burned.
My hand clutches my stomach as nausea rolls through me. I gave everything to him. My body. My time. My heart.
And now that’s shattering, the pain in my chest blooming until it feels like it may actually crush me.
“Sure, why the fuck not,” Sebastian laughs.
“Turn it off,” I beg, “Please.”
“Time frame?” Malakai asks as the recording continues.
“Please. Turn it off.”
I am going to be sick. Oh god.
