The Bet Read online J.L. Beck (North Woods University #1)

Categories Genre: Romance Tags Authors: Series: North Woods University Series by J.L. Beck
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Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 82050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
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“We were just on a little double date, no biggy,” Cole says nonchalantly. I grip my beer bottle so tightly I think it might break in my hand. What the fuck? I don’t understand why it’s bothering me so much. Actually I do, but I’m not ready to admit it to myself.

Allen and Kia walk through the door not long after, tossing their backpacks by the door doing the same thing that Cole and Thomas did when they walked in. They each grab a beer from the fridge before settling down onto one of the couches.

“How is everyone’s bet going?” Cole asks.

“Well, my chick is immune to bad boy charm.” Thomas frowns.

“Mine hissed at me the last time I tried to talk to her.” Alan chuckles. “I’m sure when I get her into bed though she’ll be nothing but a purring little kitten.”

“Way to turn a bad into a good.” Kia fist bumps Alan across the living room table and they both break out into laughter.

“Mine’s being a bitch. Having a hard time getting her to drop her panties,” Cole shakes his head in frustration. “I’m pretty sure she is interested in someone else.”

I roll my neck, the tension is thick inside my body. I haven’t had sex in days, and my emotions are spiraling out of control, that has to explain why I’m filled with this…this jealous rage.

“How is yours, Rem? I bet you already bagged her, didn’t you?” Thomas questions, with a grin on his face.

“Damn fucking straight I did,” I grin, and they all hoot, and holler. I don’t tell them that I didn’t actually fuck Jules, they don’t have to know that. All they have to believe is what I tell them.

“Well, where’s the proof?” Alan asks, taking a sip of his beer. The thought of them hearing Jules’ soft whimpers makes me sick to my stomach. I grit my teeth and shove my pathetic feelings to the side. Jules didn’t care when she broke my heart, when she shattered it into a million fucking pieces. She didn’t care when she went on a date with Cole… or when I tried to fucking talk to her. She doesn’t care about me, or anything that I have to say.

She’s the bet, nothing else, nothing less.

“As if I wouldn’t get proof…”

I pull out my phone and go through the voice recordings. I find what I’m looking for right away, but my finger hovers over the screen for a few seconds. There is a distinct sick feeling floating around in my stomach even before I hit play. That sick feeling is accompanied by a nagging feeling in the back of my mind telling me that I’m about to make a horrible mistake. No. Think of your broken heart. Of how badly she hurt you. How much you loved her….and how she didn’t stay.

I shove that feeling down and bury it under a truckload of anger. I concentrate on that feeling, letting it fester, and eat away at all the good inside me, and nothing else, and that’s when I hit play on the recording.

We hear my voice first.

“Should I fuck your pussy or your ass?...Maybe I’ll fuck both. Tell everyone you were a whore that begged me to take both of your holes.”

“Remington.” Jules’ voice comes from the speaker for the first time and the guys start cheering a little. I feel that sick feeling eating through the anger, through the pain.

“You fucking asshole, why didn’t you tell us you already hit it?” Allen whispers while everyone else is still listening.

“Mmm, your pussy is already wet. You like this, don’t you? I bet you aren’t even a virgin. I bet you’ve slept with tons of fuckers just like me. Slept your way through life.”

“No,” Jules says, her voice tiny, weak and the guys cheer again, their grins something I previously would’ve enjoyed but now I can’t see the fun in any of this.

“I knew she was a fucking virgin…” Thomas snickers.

“Fuck…you’re so tight.” I hiss out and Jules’ quiet moans come through next.

I place a hand to my stomach, afraid I might vomit all over the fucking floor. Suddenly I’ve had enough. I can’t listen to this anymore and I definitely can’t sit here while the guys listen anymore.

Turning the audio off, I rush from the couch and into the bathroom. I slam the door closed behind me, and barely have a moment before the vomit starts coming. My heart pounds inside my chest as I grip onto the toilet, the sickness pouring out of me. Shivers rack my body, and it feels like I’m actually sick.

Jules will never know what I’ve done, but it doesn’t make it any better, it doesn’t change that I took that one single moment between us and turned it around, shared it, just to win a stupid fucking bet and all because I was angry, jealous.


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