Chapter Three (Part 1)


Hatred convulsed through me as my mind started to make sense of everything that had happened. He’d known from the start and yet he’d played along, pretended to be the fool. And then cooking up that little yarn to try and sound all charming? The nerve of him!

“Don’t call me that,” I snapped through gritted teeth.

Jensen laughed, his deep throaty laugh, that made me want to leap across the table and strangle him. “What were the odds, huh? When Lea showed me your picture, it was an offer I couldn’t refuse. A blind date with Foxy Roxie was just-”

“Shush it!”

Jensen’s smile grew.

“Roxanne Ileana Payes…boy, I never would’ve guessed I’d be seeing you again.”

I paled. “You knew that was my middle name?”

“Did you forget the gravestone joke we used to make about you?”

I groaned weakly, letting my face fall into my hands. “This is just horrible.” Standing up, I glowered at him, my hands shaking by my side. “This is the worst date I’ve ever been on in my whole life.”

“Not like you’ve had so much experience in that area.” Jensen sneered. I was about to storm away when he stood up as well and grabbed my hand. “Now let’s not make a scene Roxi-”

Anne. Roxanne,” I snarled.

“Roxanne,” he corrected himself, “this is a pleasant restaurant with a lot of nice people. Bolting out is going to make your rep plummet right down.”

“No one here even knows me,” I hissed, trying to tug my wrist free of his firm hold.

“The reservation was under your father’s name.”

I pursed my lips, understanding the point he was making. “Fine.”

Jensen watched me cautiously, as if expecting me to make a run for it any second but I didn’t. We’d gotten a few odd looks from the parties sat around us, not like I cared about what they thought, but Jensen was right. I had to preserve the family name, the family I’d become part of.

The End

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