Page 34 of Wild Stars

“You are asking me ifIam mad?”He scoffs.

“Yeah, you seem like you’re mad...”I mumble as we reach the cold air out outside.I try to stifle my sniffle, but I can’t.I feel like the biggest asshole ever.“Like you’re mad at me.”

Matty guides me into the limousine, and I all but fall over onto the seat.The leather is chill against my skin and makes me feel a fraction better.

Matty sighs, trailing his fingertips down my back, letting his hand settle on the small of my back, which isn’t small by any means.He gently rubs my exposed skin, his touch warm and smooth.

I like it too much to pretend I don’t.

I’m hot, sweaty, drunk, and feel like shit.Also, I might throw up in this car.

He’ll be really mad then.

“No, Dare,” he says softly, like a tired Batman.“I’m not mad at you.Go to sleep.”

My eyes are heavy, and I don’t have the will to fight his order.

CHAPTER10

Dare

Fuck.I’m hungover.Again.

I grab for my pillow to shield my eyes.It’s way too fucking bright in here.I need to seriously tell Penny to knock it off with the curtains.

My fingers slide along something velvet, and immediately, I tense.I don’t own fucking velvetanything.

I open my eyes, and panic hits me instantly.The room I’m in is enormous, and full of windows.Like, floor to ceiling windows, and all I can see for miles is forest.

I look up, seeing the ceiling is also replaced by windows.

It’s like a human terrarium.

Or an observatory.

With a really, really lux bed.

Like, I think you could easily fit five people in this damn thing.

I rub my eyes, trying to remember what happened.One look under the deep blue velvet covers lets me know my get fucked mission was a failure, because I’m still in my fucking underwear.

I fall back against the pillows, looking straight up through the window ceiling at the cloud-filled sky.

I clutch the soft covers to me.They smell masculine and woodsy, and the whole place feels moody, but somehow comforting.

I look to the nightstand, and suddenly I’m tense once more.I see a note card with my name on it, next to a tall glass of water, and a bottle of ibuprofen, set in one of those trays people serve drinks on.

I reach over and gingerly take the note card with my name on it, flipping it open with fear.

I swear if this is my Squid Game letter, I’m fucked.

Inside is the fanciest writing I’ve ever seen.

Take two ibuprofen and drink the entire glass of water.

Towels and clean clothes are on the counter in the en suite bathroom.

Shower is not negotiable.

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