Chapter 28 #2
Giving the screen another tap, I start to scroll through the comments. There are thousands of them.
Brace yourselves—the Booktok girlies are coming.
Coming?? We’re already here! Beautiful, rich heiress runs off with a gorgeous guest at her wedding? I’d read this book a million times!
If those two aren’t holed in a hotel suite somewhere, fucking each other’s brains out, I’m gonna start a riot.
Never would’ve guessed Millie Blackwell was that badass!
Did you see the way he looked at her? I wasn’t even there and I think I might be pregnant,
Seriously, lol. If a man doesn’t look at me like that, I don’t want him.
Flicking her another quick look, I find Millie watching me, a slightly nauseated look on her face while she practically gnaws a hole in her cheek. Looking down at her phone, I keep reading.
Millie Blackwell is all of us!
Someone needs to write this book—stat!
Her cousin and her fiancé?!?! Those two rats deserve each other.
Riding off into the sunset with her mystery man is the best kind of revenge.
Mystery man? That’s Dean Mercer, @PaigeBlackwell’s hot AF boyfriend. Hey, Paige—how does it feel, getting beaten at your own game, you skanky bitch?
I want to be Millie Blackwell when I grow up.
SO FUCKING ICONIC!
Here Queen, you dropped this
Finally looking up from her phone, I give her a shrug. “I don’t see the problem here, Monster Truck.”
Giving me a withering look full of exasperated frustration, Millie reaches across the table and snatches her phone back. “BDE?” Looking at the screen, she shakes her head on a defeated huff. “I don’t even know what that means.”
“Big dick energy,” I explain, sitting back in my seat with a smirk when she bounces a startled look in my direction. “Don’t worry, Mills—pretty sure they were talking about me.”
Her cheeks go pink—so pink I don’t have to wonder. I know exactly what she’s thinking about. She’s thinking about what she watched me do in the shower last night. “Seriously?” She sputters it at me. “You think this is funny?”
“Well…” Taking another bite of my bagel, I give her a shrug. “Yeah—I think it’s fucking hilarious.”
“They think…” Setting her phone down, she shakes her head like maybe I don’t have a full grasp of the situation. “People think we’re…”
“Fucking.” Saying it out loud, I have the distinct pleasure and absolute torture of watching her mouth open slightly like just the thought of it makes it hard for her to breathe because she’s thinking about the same thing I am.
She’s thinking about what she watched me do to myself in the shower last night.
“People think we’re fucking.” When I say it again, her gaze drops to my mouth and I swear to Christ, it’s all I can do to keep myself from flipping this fucking table over and tackling her.
“Hell, most of them seem to be hoping we’re fucking—probably as we speak. ”
Swallowing hard, she looks away. “And that doesn’t bother you?”
You know it doesn’t.
“Nope.” Shoving the rest of my bagel in my mouth while sincerely hoping I choke on it, I watch her fight the urge to pass out while I chew what’s left of my breakfast. Sadly swallowing it without incident, I cross my arms over my chest. “Does it bother you?”
Lifting her napkin from her lap, Millie neatly folds it next to her plate before looking at me. “If I say yes, will you be insulted?”
Insulted?
Yeah.
I’d be insulted—not because she said it but because it would be a lie and we both know it. Lie or not, hearing her say it would definitely suck. But, considering the rules of engagement we agreed to, it’d worth it.
“Like I said,” I say, ignoring her question and mine, altogether—mostly because I don’t trust myself to keep a level head right now. “I don’t see the problem with letting people assume we’re hooking up. Matter of fact—I think it’s pretty fucking perfect.”
“Perfect?” She looks at me like she’s trying to mentally measure me for a straightjacket. “Exactly how is letting people think… that, even remotely close to perfect?”
“They humiliated you, Mills,” I remind her quietly, “They fucked around behind your back for years. Made fun of you. Talked shit about you. That absolute bag of dicks was going to marry you—not because he loves you but because he wanted access to your family’s money.”
“Don’t remind me.” Shaking her head, she lets out one of her soft, cock-stiffening sighs. “So?”
“So,” I give her a shrug. “Don’t you want payback?”
What are you doing? What the fuck are you doing, Mercer?
“I thought that’s what I did.” She frowns at me. “At the church—” She flips her hand at her phone and the video that’s still playing on its screen. “That wasn’t payback?”
Shut up. Shut the fuck up, right fucking now.
“That wasn’t payback—that was just getting even.
” Ignoring every one of my better angels, I toss my own napkin on top of my plate before pushing it to the center of the table.
“You really wanna make them pay, Princess?” Leaning my elbows against its edge, I look right at her and make what is most likely the biggest mistake of my life. “That’s how we do it.”