Teasing Phoenix novel Chapter 11

“Spill it, woman. I can see it that you had an eventful weekend,” Maya teases me as we walk together to our management class.

“I can’t escape from this, can I?” I’m actually excited to tell her, but nothing really eventful than I had lunch with Phoenix that almost ruined by his ex.

“Nope. I’m not Amy, so you don’t have to tell me every detail.” She bumps her arm into me.

“We had lunch, then went to the park to eat ice cream and feed the ducks. So, there’s nothing really much to tell,” I tell her the short version, of course, without the sleeping in his house and the encounter with Phoenix’s ex.

“That’s it? What about when you get drunk and he sent you home?” she asks, wearing a wicked smile.

“I slept in his car.”

She laughs. “I knew you would sleep in his car, then?”

“Then he took me home,” I say slowly. “To his home.”

“What? Really? Oh, my God!” Her eyes widen and she shrieks. “I lied. Now, I actually want every detail.”

“What details?” We abruptly stop when we hear Amy’s voice, and she’s approaching us. We act as if nothing is going on.

“I’m actually searching online for her wedding dress.” Oh, thank God. It sounds believable.

Maya nods and plays cool. “I ask her to search online for me. I don’t want to spend too much money. So, I thought maybe she would find some discounted wedding dress.”

Amy looks at me then to Maya. “Oh, okay. I might be able to help you, you know.”

“I know, Amy, but you’re busy with your sex-athon during the weekend, so I thought, I ask Sam instead,” Maya explains.

“So, tell me about this weekend. Who blew your mind with orgasms, Amy?” She rolls her eyes at me, then shrugs. “We almost get caught by patrolling police cars.”

“Oh My God! Did you had sex in the car, Amy? Why did he not bring you to his apartment? You could end up in jail.” I may have overreacted, but I care for her. I don’t want her to get locked up because of a misdemeanor.

“Drop it, we didn’t get caught, did we? It’s my idea anyway,” she says as if it’s not a big deal.

I never had sex in the car. Maybe it’s fun, but it’s reckless.

“Now, missy, how’s your weekend with Phoenix? Did he also fuck your brains out?” Now, it’s her turn to ask me.

I don’t want to tell her, but I know she won’t shut up.

“Nothing interesting; first, we didn’t have sex. Second, we’re just friends, without benefits. And third, we just had lunch. That’s it.” I say, then walk inside the lecture hall.

“I can’t believe he didn’t fuck you. Now I might think he’s gay.” Her voice laced with disappointment.

I glare at Amy. “He is not gay. How he is a playboy if he is gay? He dated and had a girlfriend in college.”

“Then why is he not making a move on you? He likes you, Sam. Don’t tell me he just wants to display you like his China doll,” Amy snorts that makes Maya laughs, probably because of the China doll.

I slump my back to the chair. “He doesn’t date. He just bangs around. I’m a relationship type, so we don’t match, okay?” I sigh, feeling my heart like shrinking.

“Did he even try touching you or kissing you?” Amy won’t ever drop until she gets the answer she wants.

“No,” I answer her flatly. “He is not interested in me. Satisfied?” I just want her to stop because the more we talk, the more she asks questions. That’s the only way for her to shut up.

“Fine. I’ll drop it.” She gives me a sympathetic look.

“Good.” I bite my lip to contain a smile. When I look at Maya, she’s also smiling at me.

When the professor starts his lecture, my lids start to feel heavy. I even yawn. I didn’t sleep well last night and just thought of the tantalizing gray eyes. I was even tempted to finger myself and think of him.

“Are you sure you did not sleep with him? You’ve never been sleepy in the class?” Maya whispers to my ear.

“No, I swear we didn’t even kiss,” I whisper back at her. I don’t want Amy to hear us because she will ask me again and, this time, she won’t stop.

My phone buzzes. I check it from inside my bag because the professor will kick me out of the class if he knows I am using my phone.

It’s a message from Phoenix, and I can’t help but smile.

PHOENIX: Hey, beautiful fake girlfriend, Princess

Samantha. What time your classes end?

SAM: Why, Almighty Phoenix?

PHOENIX: I miss my fake girlfriend.

I don’t even notice I giggle until Amy elbows me.

“What?” I narrow my eyes.

“It’s Phoenix, isn’t it?”

I roll my eyes and don’t answer. Then my phone buzzes again.

PHOENIX: Fine, don’t reply. Bye.

I frown. I quickly get out of the lecture hall as soon as the professor says dismissed. Why am I so affected?

I grab my phone from the bag and dial his number. Phoenix doesn’t pick up. Does he really just ignore me? I press my lips tight, berating myself to dial him again or not.

“Are you okay? You just ran out fast from the lecture hall,” Amy asks.

I face her and give her a tight smile. “I’m fine. I’m just going to call Mom if she’s not sleeping. I wanna spend time with her since I don’t have work today,” I lie because I can’t tell her that Phoenix ignored my call.

“I got to go. Good luck on your shift, Maya. Take care,” Amy says.

“You take care, girl,” Maya says to Amy, then face me, “We’re not done. You will tell me everything tomorrow.”

We walk out of the campus to the parking lot, and I can’t keep it inside me. I feel like I am going to explode. It hurts, and it’s freaking me out.

“He ignored my call when I didn’t reply to his message,” I say in a low voice.

“He didn’t ignore you, Sam. Look who’s there?” she says, pointing to Phoenix with Garrett, leaning against Garrett’s car.

My mouth hangs open, and I think my heartbeat is drumming in my chest. Phoenix smiles at Garrett after shaking hands, then walk toward my direction, and he looks so sexy wearing a smirk on his face.

“Hello, girlfriend, I.” Pinch. “Miss.” Pinch. “You.”

“Ouch! Did you just pinch my face?” I scowl at him. I can’t just forget how he ignores my call.

“Do you want a kiss instead?”

I roll my eyes and narrow my eyes at him. “You’re unbelievable! You ignored my call, Phoenix!”

“You ignored my text.” He glares back.

“I was in the class when you were texting me.”

“I was with Garrett when you called me,” he retorts.

I blow a huge breath. “What are you doing here?”

“Can’t I see my girlfriend? I missed you.” He smiles, amused.

“Fake, fake girlfriend,” I correct.

“Fake or not still a girlfriend.”

“You still did not answer me.”

“I answered, princess. I said I miss you.”

“You said the reason why you’re here. You can go now. I’m going home.” I unlock my car.

“Whoa! And you will gonna leave me here?” Phoenix wears a devious smile.

“Yup because I’m going home. Now, please?” I move to open the door of my car.

“I didn’t bring my car, Samantha. I came here with Garrett. Give me your key, and I’ll drive.”

I refuse to give my keys when he offers his hand. “No way. I’ll drive home.”

“Stubborn little princess. Come on, Samantha, I’m hungry. Let me drive because I’m taking you for lunch. Is this how you treat your hot Tease boyfriend, princess? Who missed you like crazy?”

I groan, “Fake boyfriend. And you came here to have lunch with me?” I can’t believe actually he came to take me to lunch.

“No. I came here to annoy you,” he says sarcastically, seemingly annoyed.

I glare then give him my keys.

He chuckles, “Now, I feel like you agreed with me because I will take you out to lunch.”

I arch my eyebrows and prop my hands on my waist. “Really? I fed myself just right before I met you. Give me back my keys and go feed yourself!” I offer my hand for him to give me my keys back.

“Princess, get inside the car.” He opens the passenger door.

I don’t move a muscle. “Apologize to me, Phoenix that you didn’t mean what you said.” Then I cross my arms over my chest and wait.

He is grinning. “I’ll apologize with a kiss.”

“No way.”

He chuckles, “No way now, Samantha. I’m sorry, I was just messing with you, okay? I came here to take you to lunch because I missed my princess.” I break into a smile. Without saying a word, I get inside the car.

“My car isn’t like yours, so, have mercy,” I tell him in advance.

“Your car runs just well. When you have enough money, you can buy the car you want,” he says calmly and starts driving—that’s what I like about him—he doesn’t judge. His flexibility is admirable.