Some games were fun. Some were annoying. And some? Some made you want to throw a stapler at the person playing them. Or butcher one of their legs to make them feel half of the frustration you were feeling.
Alex Blackwood was currently playing one of those games.
It had been four days since the bet ended and he hadn’t said a single word about it.
Not one teasing remark. Not one smug grin. Not even a casual, “So, Sophia, about our little deal…”
Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Which was very crazy.
I had braced myself for something. A gloating comment. A sly invitation to that date he thought I owed him. A knowing smirk that screamed, ‘You lost, Sophia. Admit it.’
I had braced myself to deny that I had lost. To look for a way…any way to make sure I was not going to that date. I had been
