Instead, she didn’t make a scene. She took another deep breath and put the paper back into her bag.
“What now?” she asked.
I blinked, surprised. If I were her, I would have been cursing me out, maybe throwing a punch or two. Instead, she was rolling with it.
This was the second time she’d impressed me tonight.
Before I could answer, the waiter returned and took our orders. When he was gone, she looked at me expectantly.
“I’m not sure what you want,” I said.
“A divorce, obviously. Let’s fix this stupid mistake.”
“Mistake?” I grunted. “You’re lucky to be married to me.”
She held back a smile. “Yeah, right. You’re just an arrogant jerk.”
“An arrogant jerk that can get you off with his pinky finger.”
“Arrogant and cocky.”
“Cocky for good reason.” I leaned forward, grinning at her. “Remember our wedding night?”
She blushed. “I remember.”
“You know what I can make your body feel, sis.”
She shook her head, smiling. “Cut it out, Cole. I’m not interested.”
“Your loss then.”
“Are you always like this? Or did the jungle mess your brain up?”
I laughed. “The jungle just made me hard. Though not as hard as you make me.”
She rolled her eyes, groaning. “Good one.”
“Thank you.”
The waiter returned and refreshed our drinks. I was feeling looser, lighter, and I could tell she was too.
“Back to that divorce.”
“Divorce?” I ask innocently. “What divorce?”
“Cole.”
“I’m just saying, Alex. You haven’t even given this pairing a chance.”
“There’s no pairing here. This whole thing was just one stupid, drunk mistake. It was a misunderstanding. It was . . .”
“The best orgasm you’ve ever gotten?” I offered while she searched for the word.
“Yes. I mean, no. It was regrettable.”
I smirked at her. “So the orgasm was great. You’re finally admitting it.”
“That’s not what I’m saying. There’s no orgasms here, Cole. Just a divorce.”
“I don’t know,” I said slowly. “That dress screams sex to me.”
She blushed. “What about this dress?”
“Come on. You wore that dress just to tease me. Don’t pretend otherwise.”
“I didn’t. It’s a nice place. I wanted to dress up.”
“Sure, you can tell yourself that. Truth is, you want me to take you back home and peel that thing off you slowly, make your toes curl with my mouth.”
“God, you’re frustrating,” she said, taking a deep sip of her wine.
“Only because I’m right.”
“You’re definitely not right.” She looked around the place and leaned in. “You’re an arrogant dick. Now, please, will you sign the divorce papers?”
I gave her a long look, leaning back in my chair. I sipped my drink and pretended to think about it. She looked at me apprehensively, clearly on the edge of her seat.
I knew what the right answer was. I should just divorce her and be done with it. I was not interested in having a wife, much less a wife that was also my fucking stepsister. Plus all the drama with our parents. I didn’t need any of that shit.
But the look on her face was just too damn much for me. She was all sex, pure fire and sin, and I couldn’t help myself when I was around her. It was too much damn fun stringing her along, playing this little game, and I didn’t want to give it up just yet. I wanted to get her to the point where she was begging me for it before I finally gave it to her.
It was a challenge. I wanted to make her mine, finally and fully mine, while denying her the thing she truly wanted. In the end, she’d get what she wanted, both the divorce and my cock. But for the time being, I wanted to see how it all played out.
“No,” I said finally. “No. I think we’ll stay married.” I smiled broadly at her. “Wife.”
The look on her face was more than worth it.
I knew it was the wrong thing. Part of me wanted to just be done with it all.
But sometimes the wrong thing was too much damn fun. And I was the type of guy to give in to the wrong thing more often than not.
Maybe I could teach her a little more about living like the future wasn’t coming. Either way, I knew it was going to be a fun summer.
5
Alexa
I was speechless. After Cole told me that he wasn’t going to give me a divorce, that he believed me but just didn’t care, I was absolutely speechless.
I wasn’t even angry, at first. It just seemed like a nightmare, some kind of bad joke, and it didn’t register. We finished up our meal and went home without much more happening. I even barely noticed the motorcycle ride.