Semua Bab Ice Deal: Faking it with my best friend's twin brother : Bab 41 - Bab 50

~Dakota’s POV~ Oh, I'm gonna kill Heather! She's standing behind my parents laughing her head off. She did this on purpose. I could've used a heads-up, a small warning about my parents’ arrival. Instead, she let me come barrelling in here, kissing her brother. Now, my parents are looking at me like I'd betrayed them. Mom, especially. “Sweetie, when did this happen?” Mom repeats herself. I can tell, from the faint disappointment in her voice, that she is mad. Not about dating Hayden, or maybe that too, but mostly because I hadn't told her. We are close. I'm their only child. They pride themselves on the fact that we are a close-knit family. They've always kept themselves open to me. They want to know everything I'm doing and everything going on in my life. “Mom, I'm sorry I didn't have time to tell you. I was gonna do it over Halloween break!” I try to defend myself. Mom's brows lift. “You could've picked up the phone. All those times we've been talking

~Dakota’s POV~ “Bye mom, bye dad!” I sing out. Dad's so drunk, he can barely even hear me. We'd spent the entire day together, barhopping and chatting endlessly. I always have fun with my parents. “Don't forget to bring Hayden to the Halloween dinner if he isn't too busy playing!” Mom yells. She's only half-drunk. “I won't! Have a safe trip home!” I call out. I slam the taxi door shut and stand waving till they disappear around the bend. I exhale. I'm left alone with Hayden. We face each other, awkwardly. I had so much to say but I didn't know how to broach it all. His speech earlier had left me breathless. I had listened to him say all those nice things about me, strange feelings rousing inside me mixed with doubts. I'm not sure if he meant any of it or if he had been performing for my mom. If he was performing, he's a darn good actor. I believed every word that came out of his mouth. But if he was acting, why then does everything seem so different between

~Dakota's POV~ I've never been so insulted in my entire life. I despise the tone of his voice when he said it. Like he's doing me a favor. Like I'm a whiny girl he just needs to fuck to keep shut the hell up. I've always known he was an arrogant bastard but this is skating into a whole different lane. “Pity fuck!!? You're giving me a pity fuck?” I yell at him. His expression drops. “Pity fuck? What the hell are you talking about?” “You didn't want to do it last night but now, you suddenly want to because you pity me? The audacity! You really thought you could storm in here and tell me you suddenly want me and I'd throw myself at you because you are that special?” Hayden grabs his head in frustration. “I don't understand you, Dakota! I explain why we can't have sex yet, you get mad and now I want to do it, you're still mad. What do you want from me?” “I want you to want me!” I scream in his face, my voice reverberating around the room. “I do want you!” he screams back.

~Dakota’s POV~ “Bree was right about you.” Those words ring in my head over and over again, cutting my heart like a sharp knife. No matter how much I think about it, I can't get over it. The tone of his voice, the casual cruelty, the thoughtlessness and lack of concern for my feelings slice through me. I couldn't sleep. I cried and cried till I became dehydrated. The next morning, I stir from the bed exhausted. Heather's in the kitchen when I wobble out of the bedroom, making coffee. “Yikes, you look like hell!” she comments, passing me a cup of hot black coffee. I accept the cup, sipping slowly. Heather watches me with concern. “I'm gonna kill him!” she comments, getting my attention. I raise my head. “What?” She slams the coffee mug on the table hard. “Hayden! I don't know what he did yesterday but I know he did something. That dummy! I knew he was gonna fuck this up. I warned him I'd kill him if he hurt you!” Heather rants. I stay quiet, watchin

~Dakota’s POV~ For the first time in my life, I made a decision and stuck to it. I successfully avoided Hayden. I didn't answer his calls, I didn't reply his texts, I didn't even come to his game. I should be proud of myself for sticking to my guns and standing up for myself, but I just felt an emptiness. An emptiness that only he could fill. I missed him. I missed him so much. Why is it so hard to stay away from him? Why is it so hard to forgive him? He did say he was sorry, but I can't get over the fact he's just trying to save our agreement. I'm just a means to an end for him. So, I should act accordingly. But good god, I can't get the image of him on his knees out of my head. That expression on his face, the soft tone, the fact that he was actually on his knees make me horny every time I think about it. I actually touched myself thinking about it multiple times. It took everything in me to push it down and stick to my resolve. On the night of the