Click (A Night Fire Novel Book 2) by TM Watkins Read Free Book Online

rectangle shape with the bedrooms at the back and an open lounge, dining and kitchen area that led out to a small balcony that over looked the jungle. I tried to find the little platform but could not see it.
    As I laid on the uncomfortable hammock that was made of this odd rope, I thought about Austin and Monique's words. It was impossible for feelings to develop this quickly. With a sly glance into the villa, I saw the bathroom door shut. Reaching into my bag I pulled out my camera, flicking through the picture gallery. Austin had grabbed it and took a photo of us. The picture was tight to our faces, just the two of us looking a little too happy.
    Monique might have been right about someone having feelings but I think she had the wrong person. This was bad. I couldn't do this, I couldn't hurt his feelings. It would haunt me forever to know that I had crushed the soul of someone... I sighed as I flicked the images away and put the camera back into my bag. I would not be the person that would destroy someone as good as Austin.
    An hour later Monique emerged from the bathroom looking more relaxed than I had ever seen. She had a lazy smile as she dreamily walked into her room. I followed her and leaned on the door frame, watching as she hummed and assessed her dresses.
    “I'm backing out, what's the punishment?”
    Monique turned with a slight frown, tossing the sparkly green dress to the bed.
    “Called it. You do love him.”
    “No, I just don't want to hurt him. There is a difference.”
    She was about to roll her eyes and for a second I was waiting to pounce when she realised, she stopped.
    “Fine but you still have to find mister wrong. You've only managed to set yourself back a day so I guess it's not that bad. I want results tonight Ab.”
    “But he will be there!” I protested.
    Monique shrugged and tossed a deep blue dress at me.
    Time seemed to pass slowly as I sat on the edge of the bed with the dress in my hands, wondering what kind of mess I had created. How would I get out of this without it turning into a nightmare? It was impossible.
    I knew that the night would end with an almighty fight that I would cause. No doubt Austin will see me pursuing my next victim and get upset. He had every right to be upset with me, I had been leading him on. This game that Monique was playing was dangerous and I wanted to bail on it but she had almost ignored me when I did try to end the stupid challenge. I was regretting agreeing to it. It was like we were in junior school again, chasing after boys and whispering about them, sneaking kisses and running away with giggles. The only problem with then and now was that someone would get hurt. They always did and no matter how hard I tried to find a reasonable path out of this, I knew that it wasn't going to be pretty.
    I was a bitch for playing with his emotions like this and if he refused to talk to me again then I knew that I deserved it. The problem was, I didn't want him to stop talking to me.
    Half an hour later we were at the pub, in our usual seats and drinking our free beer. Monique still loved me. The pub seemed a lot more full tonight, maybe all of the guests had arrived now.
    I felt incredibly uncomfortable in this dress, it had a low scoop neckline and the hem of the dress sat half way up my thighs. My ass had been grabbed a few times, in the thick crowd I had no way of knowing who it was unless they told me. Which they didn't. It could have been Monique for all I knew.
    Austin had nodded at me when we walked in, there had been less of a crowd in those few moments and he would have seen the delightful dress I was wearing. Moments after that Monique declared that tonight we were going to the town center to visit the night clubs. Where there was no Austin. Where I would not be watched when I lured some poor unsuspecting fool into the web of lies that I would stupidly spin.
    Through the occasional gaps in the crowd I would get a momentary glimpse of Austin. He and the