Good Game (The System, #1) (59)

“You look beautiful tonight.”

“Mmm, your date doesn’t look half bad herself.”

I take a sip of champagne, watching as he huffs, jaw ticking up slightly with frustration.

“It’s not that serious, Steffy, you know that. I only came with her because you haven’t been answering my calls. You’ve completely shut me out.”

“Well, I’m serious. I told you I was done, and I meant it.”

“You’re throwing away years, Stephanie. Years.”

“No, Chase. I wasted years, and I won’t waste any more, not for a man who never saw me for me. I’m not some pet you can train and take out whenever you like; I’m my own person.”

“Stop being dramatic, Steffy. Do you think you’re worth anything without me?”

“I know what I’m worth, Chasey, and you can’t afford it.”

Whether the use of his new girlfriend’s pet name bothers him or not, I don’t know. What I do know is that Felicity has spotted us chatting, her glare hot on me. I lean into Chase, watching Felicity stalk over in her shiny stilettos.

“Also, you can stop with the flowers, Chase. It’s not doing you any favors; it’s just getting creepy.”

His eyes narrow, but he loses his chance to respond.

“Chasey!” Felicity’s voice is shrill as she loops her arm through Chase’s, drawing him back from me. “Stevie, hi, you’re looking,” she pauses, giving me a once over, “shiny.”

“Felicity.” My lips might be smiling, but I can’t stop the slight spread of venom from creeping into my eyes. Insults teeter on the tip of my tongue, but I bite them all back. “Thank you.”

She didn’t mean it as a compliment. I know that. She knows that. Her nose twitches in annoyance at my lack of reaction. She’s quick to recover though.

“I didn’t see you come in,” lie, “did you bring a date?”

She makes a show of widening her eyes dramatically to look around for some invisible boyfriend, lips slightly pouted.

“Nope, just myself.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry about that. It must be hard to see that your ex has moved on.” She reaches out and touches my hand in a move of faux sympathy.

I let my smile drop into a fake look of confusion.

“Oh, Felicity. Why would I be upset? You’re the one who had to steal someone’s boyfriend because you couldn’t land one on your own.”

“Well, at least I’m not on some slutty rebound tour,” she bites back. My eyes narrow at her over the top of my glass.

“What do you mean?”

Her smile turns smug, and she presses her chest out with the confidence of someone who is about to spill a dirty secret. “Our mutual friend said you’ve been spreading your legs for strangers. I know you’re hurt over Chase dumping you for an upgrade, but you really should be careful. You don’t want to catch an STI.”

Mutual friend, my ass. I bet it was fucking Daniel Decker. I didn’t realize how entrenched he was in Chase’s social life. He’s even spent time with Felicity. I’ve clearly been missing something, and I don’t like being in the dark.

“Upgrade? Ha. Honey, you’re the backup.” Felicity’s expression sours as I drain the last of my champagne. I use the empty flute to point towards Chase, holding her eyes the entire time. “Plus, my sex life was pretty boring these last few years. I’ve been needing to spice it up now that I’m free. You’ll understand quickly.”

“Really, Stephanie. Talking about our private affairs in public?” Chase’s tone is dripping with disappointment. “Why must you be so unladylike at times?”

My heart pangs with shame at the deprecatory comment. Stomach swirling, my body naturally reacts to his words like it was trained to from years of pleasing him. I try to tamp down the nausea. Felicity is the one who started it, and he didn’t chastise her.

My grip tightens on the stem of the champagne flute as I fight for something to say back. Felicity whiffs the second of weakness, eyes lighting with fire as she opens glossy lips to release a snarky comment.

“Stevie, love. Look at you, popular as ever.” An English accent breaks through the silence, and a strong arm loops around my shoulders. Felicity’s fire is doused instantly. “I’ve barely had a chance to talk with you all night.”

Parker Covington is a sight to behold. If I thought he was attractive from far away, he is even more spectacular up close. His crystal blue eyes glitter with trouble as he smiles at my ex. Unlike the rest of his blond family, Parker’s hair seems to be dyed a bright platinum, close cropped on the sides and longer on top. With his high cheekbones and sharp jawline, he looks like a British version of Apollo. There is a small scar on his temple, but it’s so faded it almost blends right into his pale skin. Weirdly, it looks a lot like the one Aleks has.

“Parker Covington.” He holds out his hand, and Felicity is quick to grasp it.

“Felicity Taylor, I’m so glad you could make it.”

“Yes, well, Dad didn’t give us much of a choice. Business deals and all.”

“Oh, um, still, it’s cool to have you here. You should come out with us more often. I can give you my number so you can stay in the loop for all the up-and-coming events.”