Aiden laughs, fixing the cap on his head as he looks at James. “I don’t think a hundred lessons would help you, buddy.”
James shakes his head, eyeing me. “Again,” he says. “I need to win.”
Fuck. I let out a sigh. “James.” His name comes out like a plea. I need to go see my girl. The withdrawals are real. I fucking miss her so much, and I slept in her bed last night. We didn’t even do anything, and it was the best night of my life. We just cuddled, drifting off into sleep together.
After she opened up to me about her asshole of an ex, she’s been more open with me, she’s letting me in, and it’s the best thing ever. And now, I want to see her. I want to kiss her andtouch her and look into those big brown eyes that I love so much.
“This is your fault,” I say to Aiden when James starts a new game.
He shrugs. “Hey, you can’t fault me for trying to start some healthy competition.”
Grayson lets out a scoff. “There’s nothing healthy about it. You’re competitive as fuck. You just love to watch others suffer.”
Aiden laughs. “They both suck. I thought it would be fun to see them play.”
“Hey.” I narrow my eyes at him.
He smirks, shaking his head. “Don’t worry. Grayson sucks too.”
His best friend punches him in the arm, and Aiden fakes a wince, rubbing his arm. “Asshole,” Grayson whispers.
I let out a laugh. I’m going to have fun hanging out with these guys when I attend Redfield next semester. Speaking of… I pull my phone out, smiling at the string of texts between me and Madeline. I can’t wait to tell her I got accepted.
Me:
I’m so sorry, princesa. Five more minutes and I’ll be there.
“Is that Madi?”
I lift my head, seeing Aiden grin. I narrow my eyes. “I know your girls told you about the contract.” Which is why this whole, ‘let’s hang out since you’re dating one of our friends’ is a little weird.
Grayson shrugs. “I don’t know shit.”
I let out a scoff, knowing that’s bullshit. “Madeline told me she told the girls about Ana hiring Madeline to be my fake girlfriend, which means they obviously told you.”
Grayson turns his eyes to me. “Yeah, we know.”
Aiden nudges Grayson. “We were trying not to say anything. The NDA and all,” he replies
“Yeah, but it isn’t fake anymore, so you don’t have to lie,” James tells them.
Shit. My eyes widen when the guys sit up, eyebrows knitted.
“Wait, what?” Aiden asks. “Leila didn’t tell me that.”
“Neither did Rosie.” Grayson shakes his head, looking at Aiden. “Our girls are keeping secrets from us. This is not good.”
Well, I guess now’s as good a time as any. “They don’t know,” I tell them. “Madeline hasn’t told them.”
“Wait. They didn’t know?” James asks, wincing. “Fuck, sorry, man.”
I shake my head. “It’s fine.”
“You’re keeping it a secret?” Aiden asks. “Let me fucking tell you, it’s going to be hard as shit being around your girl without kissing her.” He groans, shaking his head. “It was pure agony when I had to stay away from Leila.”
Grayson laughs. “What the fuck are you talking about? You and Leila were so obvious.”
“We were?” Aiden asks, brows furrowing.
