Chapter 18
JAX
Four days. Four long days.
She’s played this period card for four days, and she’s dodged all my advances like a pro. I figured she’d have broken down and spilled the truth by now, because Bo is shy. Shy girls panic when you come on strong. Which is why I’m not fond of them.
Hell, the mention of sex has her squirming.
But she’s a fucking fort of stubbornness, because she’s sticking with this ruse.
So what are her motives for this game? I still don’t know. It’s obvious she wants me, but she doesn’t want to want me. She also doesn’t seem to want anything from me, either. So why the fucking hell go through with this charade?
Why is her father just as intent on keeping up the lie as she is? Why is Helen just as deceptive? What does anyone have to gain from this entire stupid thing?
All I get are more questions every day and no answers.
My family has no idea. They still think Bo is Bora—my wild girl. Bo is not a wild one. Nope. In fact, if I met her on the street, I’d keep walking because she’s too sweet. Well, on the surface anyway. It’s not like I’d know she would lie to a guy on a daily basis for no truly apparent reason.
Maybe they’re all bored and they get off on shit like this?
I don’t know, and it’s driving me crazy.
I keep waiting for her to make her move… To reveal her big ulterior motive… Possibly go into an evil monologue about her diabolical plan. But nothing.
For now, I’m sticking with the bored theory. Rich people tend to get bored easily, and after crunching some numbers on her possible net worth, I’m almost positive she’s richer than some of the Sterlings. Which I never thought possible.
By comparison, I’m a broke motherfucker, and I thought I had money. I’m not a Sterling, but I live comfortably. Now I feel like all my earnings are chump change.
“Feel better?” I ask Bo as I walk up behind her.
She goes stiff against me when I push my front against her back, and I soak in the feel of her skin the bikini exposes. She may be playing an unknown game, but I still like feeling her.
How I ever even thought she was Bora? I don’t know. She’s softer, and she smells so much sweeter. Tastes sweeter. Acts sweeter…
But she’s not sweet. Sweet girls don’t do crazy shit like this.
Sweet isn’t my usual type either. Neither is shy. I like it on occasion, but too much of it gets old fast, because sweet girls get their hearts broken. Sweet girls get attached. Sweet girls fall head-over-heels.
None of the above is what I’m ready for at this point in my life.
Bo is an enigma because she’s a walking contradiction of sweet and possibly evil.
“Yes,” she says quietly. “Thank you for asking.”
“You wouldn’t be dodging me, would you?” I ask, nipping her earlobe with my teeth.
“You wouldn’t only ever think of sex, would you?” she asks in a bitter tone, but then she goes stiff again as though she didn’t mean to say that aloud.
Frowning, I glance at the clock.
What’s up with that question?
“Nope. Just know that’s what you like from me,” I tell her, reminding her what her sister likes from me.
Her lips tense, and she looks away as though she’s a little annoyed about that. Well, tough. I don’t give a damn if she’s annoyed. Maybe if she gets mad enough, she’ll explode and reveal all her secrets, then I can move the hell on and forget about this bizarre madness.
Lifetime movies have even played into my theories—never mind. Ignore that.