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“Ah,” Atlee cut her off. “I didn’t specify orders. I believe the stipulation was you had to play good girl, and it doesn’t sound like you’ve been very good.”

Good girl? What the fuck were they arguing about?

“And who clarifies what counts as good?” Nova shot back at him.

“Gio does.”

Why was I being dragged into this? Whatever this was. I should punch Atlee. That would make me feel better. I didn’t like this inside argument bullshit they had going on.

“Uh huh,” Nova shook her head. “I didn’t agree to that.”

“Sorry,” Atlee shrugged. “It’s too late to make stipulations now.”

Stipulations for what?“Somebody better tell me what is going on, right fucking now!”

“You didn’t tell him about the bet?” Atlee asked Nova, who rolled her eyes in response.

“What fucking bet?” I barked out.

I knew what kind of bets Atlee made, and he was not going to play that game with my girl.

“Oh calm down.” He reassured when my fists balled. “ It’s nothing like that. Nova has to play good girl for you for twenty-four hours.”

“For me?”

He nodded, “that’s right.”

“Really?” I looked over at Nova as she huffed out a sigh.

This bet might not be so bad. Of course that all depended on what Atlee was up to.

“What happens if she doesn’t play good girl?”

“She has to call me sir for a week.”

Over my dead body. I’d fucking kill him before I ever let that happen. The good girl part however… that was something I could get behind. The only question was how seriously Nova was taking it. There was one way to find out.

“Come here.” I pointed at the ground in front of me.

Nova was the most bullheaded, stubborn person I’d ever met. She’d rather dig her own grave than admit she was wrong. I didn’t see her as the type who liked losing bets. But which stubborn streak would win? The one that didn’t want to lose, or the one that wanted me to fuck off?

To my surprise, Nova grumbled under her breath then hesitantly pushed herself off the couch and slowly shuffled over. She was not happy about it, but she obeyed.

Interesting. What else would she do? How far would she go?

“Apologize,” I ordered.

Her eyes snapped up to mine. “For what?”

“It doesn’t matter.” I shrugged.

I just wanted to see if she would do it.

Her chest lifted with a heavy sigh. “I’m sorry.”

Fuck me. She did it.

A whole twenty-four hours to do whatever I want. The possibilities flooded through my mind. Suddenly dinner didn’t seem so daunting. By the time I was done with her…

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