Foolish Games: A BWWM Romance (Game of Chance Book 1) (7 page)

“So? The name can change.”

“After five years and being this successful? Please! No, I wouldn’t want you to do it anyway.” Zenobia looked away. “I’m sorry. I know I’m being stupid and… I’m really shitty at pillow talk.”

She sighed, frustration rising high.

“I want to be with you,” she admitted, a soft blush coloring her cheeks. “But I don’t know if that’s gonna be good for you or the club.”

Wes stopped her blabbing with a gentle press of fingers on her lips.

“I get it, Zenobia. I get all of it. And you don’t have to make your decision now. But I really wish you’d think about it. I’m not Sebastian. I wouldn’t cheat on you, or steal your ideas. We’d work as a team, for the good of the club, and we’d be partners.”

Wes paused, and stared long and deep in Zenobia’s eyes.

“It’s what I always wanted, ever since I first met you. But as soon as I was about to ask you to join me, you disappeared.”

“I’m sorry,” Zenobia mumbled. “I just… I’m not like you. I’m socially awkward. I wouldn’t know what to do with the place.”

“Well, what about a contest for the socially awkward?” Wes grinned, pulling her in for a short, deep kiss. “Something they can let themselves loose in.”

“A masquerade party?”

Wes grinned so brightly it lit up the whole room.

“That’s amazing. A masquerade. See?” He pulled Zenobia on top of him, covering her again, and kissing her fiercely. “You’re already in.”

Zenobia kissed him back, feeling the knot of tension ease slightly. “What about a blind date night?” she whispered, her mouth trailing down to the side of Wes’s jaw. “For all those who’re not confident enough to go after what they want?”

Wes’s eyes were shining as he pulled Zenobia down on him, legs kicking and shuffling until they were perfectly aligned. “I’d say there are a million reasons why I won’t ever let you go,” he mumbled, his fingers tangling in Zenobia’s hair. “But the first one—”

“—because I’m a nerd?”

“Idiot,” Wes whispered, voice full of affection. “No. It’s because I like you.” His bright blue eyes flashed. “I really like you.”

Zenobia swallowed and stopped mid kiss, looking into Wes’s intense, honest eyes. “I—I like you, too,” she muttered, growing three shades of red again as Wes laughed and nudged her forehead with his own.

“Blind dates and a masquerade,” Wes murmured. “We are branching out.”

“We are,” Zenobia said with a grin.

As the kisses grew into something more, hands swiftly prying off clothes and mapping over miles of muscles and skin, Zenobia thought that if there was anything worth waiting for, it was something as beautiful as this. The only downside of all this was that no one was ever going to shut Tasha up now that she had been proven right. But as Wes sighed underneath her, whispers of love in her ear, a storm of butterflies kicked off in Zenobia’s stomach.

Now that she was finally happy, it was definitely worth it.

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