Chapter Six
Chloe
A week later, I tap my sandal covered toe on my shop’s concrete floor as I re-read the text from Jim.
Jim: I only dated you over a $500 bet.
“The asshole.” My chest heaves as I clasp the phone. The desire to fling it across the room and break something is overwhelming. “God, damn it. I would like to fucking kick his ass.”
I can feel my mother’s spirit cringing from the adjacent building. However, some situations deserved an expletive, and this one is one of those times.
Thankfully, I’ve already let my employees leave before Jim dropped the mic on this nugget of goodness.
Me: Who bet you?
I grind my teeth together.
Jim: Kameron Willoughby .
My eyes narrow into slits as I read the name. WTF? I like Kameron. He’s a nice guy.
Me: What was involved in the bet?
My stomach churns. I don’t want to know, but I need to know.
Jim: I was supposed to fuck you and then dump you in public while telling you about the bet .
Who the fuck would do that? What kind of sick pervert is this guy? And Kameron? What an asshole.
Jim: You owe me.
“Like hell I do,” I mutter. I don’t glance up when the door opens and shuts with a clang. “Fucker.”
“What in the hell?”
“Shit.” I jump and stare at Rich. “I didn’t hear you come in.” I wave my phone at him. “Did you know he only dated me over a bet with Kameron Willoughby?”
He stops in the middle of the room between two small tables. “Um…”
“You knew? Oh, that’s just fucking great. How humiliating. I can’t even get a date without someone getting five hundred dollars out of the deal.” My eyes well with tears.
“Don’t.” Rich raises his hands. “Do. Not. Cry.”
“I’m not going to cry, but I’m going to get back at those two assholes. All I need is for someone to make the same wager with Kameron and win the money.”
“What?”
“I’m going to get someone to bet Kameron that he can fuck me in under a week and take their money.”
“You can’t do that.”
“You wanna bet?” I fold my arms over my chest as my eyes rake over him. Hold the phone. Rich would be perfect. “You do it,” I blurt out.
Good Lord, what am I doing? This idea has ‘shitstorm’ written all over it.
However, Rich is my friend and the only guy I’ve ever considered having sex with. If I’m going to lose my cherry, Rich is the best choice .
“Do what?” His Adam’s Apple moves when he swallows.
“You make a bet with Kameron. I’ll have sex with you, and you shove it in both their faces.”
“How in the hell did you come up with this plan?”
“Jim said I owed him five hundred bucks, and that pisses me off. And you’re my friend.”
Rich snatches the phone out of my hand and reads the text messages. “That’s bullshit.”
“Text Kameron and tell him you’ll take the bet.”
“I can’t.”
“Fine.” I wave my hands dismissively and head toward the kitchen. “Lock the door on your way out. I’ve got to find someone else to take the wager.”
A couple of minutes later, Rich stomps into the kitchen and slams his phone on the counter. “I did it, but it’s fucking stupid. ”
“Thank you.” Holy shit. Am I going to convince Rich Anderson to take my virginity? Will he go through with it?
Don’t be stupid. All he has to do is pretend he had sex with you. “Listen, we don’t even have to have sex. It’s not like they’ll ever know the truth.”
“This is going to be a mess. People will talk.” Rich’s shoulders are tight as he stands in front of me. “You can’t tell Jenna.”
“Okay.” My mouth dries. Jenna would flip out. There’s no way I’ll breathe a word of this to her – ever. I don’t want my best friend to know I pretend-sold my virginity to her brother for a five hundred dollar bet because I was pissed. Talk about humiliating.
Rich’s phone dings, and we both glance at it like it’s a bomb waiting to detonate. He swipes the screen open without picking it up. “Kameron accepts and says our first date has to be tomorrow night at eight o’clock. He wants to watch.”
“He’s not watching us have sex.” What a pervert. My chest constricts. “Oh. My. God. How was Jim supposed to prove he had sex with me?”
Rich’s face pales as his eyes remain glued to the screen. “Video.”
My stomach heaves. “Jim was going to tape us having sex without my knowledge. That’s disgusting.” Bile rises to my throat. It’s bitter and burns at the lining of my esophagus.