Page 49 of Whisper Pretty Lies (Lust & Liars #1)

EvanAnn

“Hey, babe.” Chase walks over to the booth and sits across from me.

He’s fifteen minutes late, which is typical and wouldn’t have bothered me before today. Okay, it would have bothered me, but I wouldn’t be as annoyed as I am now. Is he late because he’s a dick or because he was getting his dick wet?

“Hi.” I cough into my sleeve and give him a smile. I’m leaning into the cold because that shit can cling to me for at least a week and then I’ll have to figure out another way to keep him from kissing me.

His smile falls a little. “Damn, are you getting sick for real?”

I nod. “It’s only a little cold. Should be gone in no time.”

Or you know, a week or two.

The server stops at our table and takes our order. I want to be out of here as quickly as possible. My panties are damp with Damon’s cum, and I don’t want to risk getting a UTI.

When she disappears, Chase leans back. “I couldn’t find you at the party. I looked all over.”

I doubt he looked at all. But I can’t really go into that.

I lean forward with my elbows on the table and put my chin on my hands. “Oh, you looked? I texted you and told you where I was at one point. Before that, I was out talking with Mia and Liam by the pool, near your friends playing beer pong.”

Not even hidden away or clustered with a big group of people. Nope, just sitting and watching everyone. He was probably hitting on Abby at that point, knowing I wouldn’t be on the dance floor.

“I must have missed you.” He runs his hand through his hair and looks toward the server. “I went outside to play beer pong and didn’t see you or Mia.”

Probably because you just fucked Abby. I pick up my glass of water to help douse the flames burning inside. How could I have been so stupid to believe he’d be happy with me?

I have nothing to offer him except, what? Being a virgin? Being smart and capable? He has never even tried to cop a feel of my breast. What’s making him hold onto me?

What makes me think the Devil’s trio is going to be happy with me?

Fuck, I don’t want to think about them.

“I didn’t see Tanner at all either.” I unroll the fork and knife from the napkin to keep my hands busy.

“He was with me most of the night. Good guy.” Probably as his alibi.

Chase reaches his hand across the table and I reluctantly give him mine.

His hands are warm. They always are. But I don’t feel any sparks or even a hint of him wanting more.

“I think Mia is good for you, babe. You two seem to get along. I’m glad that you didn’t have to stand on the sidelines and watch me get drunk with my friends. ”

Or was he glad I was distracted so he could get some.

“I do like Mia.” And I’m trying desperately not to think about him and Abby recreating what Mia did with Liam. It twists my stomach. At least I didn’t see anything, only heard them. I can’t believe I’d been considering losing my virginity to Chase.

I’ve already gone further with the trio than I’ve ever gone with Chase, which makes me smile.

“Are you ready for your big day tomorrow?” Chase smiles easily like everything is okay.

Maybe he was worried I saw something at the party.

He doesn’t normally sneak off during parties if I’m there.

This might have been a one-time thing. At least while I was there.

There’s the video of him with another girl on Wednesday night. Who parties on a school night?

The temptation to blow this up, right now, is almost overwhelming. Tell him I know about him hooking up with Abby. Would he grovel? Would he laugh at me? My insides twist. It doesn’t matter.

If I don’t want to be called a whore—by anyone besides Damon—then I need to keep up this charade.

You’re into acting. I really don’t need Damon’s voice in my head, but he’s right. This is just an improv scene where I’m playing Chase’s girlfriend. Easy enough.

“Yeah, we have read through in the afternoon. I can’t wait to hear the cast perform the whole play.

” This is easy to talk about. Safe. And it’s the exact reason I don’t want to rock the boat.

I need my actors to be in their prime, not pouting about getting caught fucking someone else at a party.

Or about me kissing other guys. Though I’ve kind of taken that to the next level.

A smile tugs at my lips. Fuck, the orgasms these guys give me are beyond anything I imagined.

“You really think Hawk was better than Jason for Cassio?” Chase rubs his thumb against the webbing of my thumb.

I resist tugging my hand away from him. “Can the guy do Shakespeare or is he just another pretty face? I mean, he’s probably as good-looking as I am, which makes sense for the play, but I’d hate for it to fall apart due to bad acting. ”

Wait a minute. I arch an eyebrow. He’s questioning my choices? Fuck him and the horse he rode in on.

“I only picked the best for the parts.” I pull my hand away and put my napkin in my lap, resting my hands below the table. “If you’d really sucked and stank up the stage, I wouldn’t have cast you as Iago.”

His face reddens. His ego is huge and he’s never taken criticism well.

Oh, he’ll take it and be nice to your face, but once you leave, he’ll rip you to shreds.

I’ve heard him do it to Mr. Watson and other teachers many times.

Chase’s mouth opens, but before he can say anything, the server puts our meals in front of us.

I thank her with a smile, and she checks if we need anything before she leaves.

His color is normal again and he smiles easily. “I know you only cast the best, babe.”

I give him a tight smile before eating my veggie burger. This date could end any minute and I’d be happy. What’s the point of dragging out my relationship with Chase? How does that help the guys get revenge? Unless they plan to reveal what we’ve been doing behind closed doors.

I consider it for a moment. As long as Chase doesn’t get access to the actual videos, I don’t have a problem with him seeing them. It better not fuck up my play though.

Chase chats about classes this week. He really doesn’t need me to comment at all. It works for me, because I need to think this situation with the Devil’s trio through now that I’m not being kissed or given orgasms. Those tend to be very distracting.

Damon didn’t deny he was still filming in the bathroom.

For all I know, he has the whole house set to record.

Why keep recording me? They have me. He has damning video already, but things will just progress from here.

I guess I’ll see tonight if the one in the bathroom looks like he’s actually fucking me.

My pussy clenches remembering his thick length sliding against it.

I glance at Chase, but he’s already talking about something else.

I honestly don’t feel anything for him. Especially now.

Before this, what I felt wasn’t lust. Maybe awe?

The hottest guy in the drama department wanted me. How could I say no to that?

Of course, he wants every other girl too. Which begs the question, why ask me in the first place?

I pick up a fry and drag it through the ketchup. “Do you want to fuck me?”

I bite the fry and chew while he looks at me like I grew a second head. It’s not like I haven’t cussed in front of him before, but I haven’t been blunt about sex.

“Of course, I wouldn’t be with you if I didn’t.” Chase runs a hand through his hair and leans forward on the table. “I thought you wanted to wait. But if?—”

“I do.” I tilt my head while I study his blue eyes. “I want to wait, but that has to be hard on you, right?”

I lean forward and he gives me a wry smile.

“I can handle waiting until you’re ready to have sex, babe.” He reaches out and brushes his knuckles against my jaw. “I don’t mind waiting.”

“Hmm.” I pop the rest of the fry in my mouth. He isn’t exactly going without while waiting. “What if I said I wanted to wait until I got married?”

“That’s your choice, EvanAnn.” He straightens.

“I want to have sex with you when you’re ready, but I’m not looking at this relationship like it’s a race to the finish line.

You’re the real deal. A lot of these girls are so fucking fake, but you’re not.

I know you’re going to excel in this industry, and I just want to be there to support you while you do it. ”

And fuck all the women who happen to be around me.

“Do you really think our relationship will last past high school?” I lean back. I really just want to dig into his mind and see what his thought process is, because maybe this is how he works with girlfriends. Maybe he’s always cheated, even when he was with Abby.

Maybe she was okay with that, but he has to know I’m not.

“I hope so.” He smiles. “Honestly, I don’t think I’ll ever find anyone better than you, babe. My dad’s right about you being the smartest girl with the brightest future. I know a good thing when I find it, and intend to hold on with both hands.”

Fuck. I mean shit like this would have made me want to end our relationship even if he wasn’t a cheater. I’m eighteen years old. My brain isn’t even finished forming yet. He’s a fucking liar and a cheater, so that’s a dead-end road I don’t plan to walk down.

But he mentioned what his dad said about me. I’ll have to remember to tell the guys about that.

What I’m doing with Damon, Cam, and Hawk is also a dead-end road, but at least they aren’t pretending it’s something it isn’t. They’ll get me off and I’ll get them off. Besides, I’ll get to lose my virginity in some epic way, instead of the backseat of Chase’s car.

“Look.” Chase leans forward and places his hand over mine.

I leave my hand under his, even though I want to pull away.

“I’m your first boyfriend. I’m not going to be a dick and force you to do something you don’t want to do.

If you want to wait forever, then I’ll wait forever.

” He smirks. “I hope you don’t want to wait forever though, because you and I will be stellar together. ”