章 23: The Kiss Thief

Jason's POV:

One minute, I was feeling on top of the world, knowing I had something to hold over the waitress's head—Ella, or Elly, whatever she wanted to call herself. It was all part of the plan. Win the bet, get my revenge, and walk away without a scratch. But then, Max came running over, grinning like an idiot, practically shouting about how she'd agreed to go for a ride with him once he got his stupid motorbike license. 

The fuck?

Knowing Max, it would take him all of one chance to get into a girl's pants. Hell no. Not with her. Not with the girl I had plans for. A surge of possessiveness ran through me so fast, it caught me off guard. Why did it even bother me? If Max managed to fool her into sleeping with him, it would have been another bonus for me, right? Max could get her dirty pictures, maybe even use them to blackmail her, and that would make my plan so much easier.