The Date: Young Adult Romance, New Adult Romance, Forbidden Love (Magnolia Grove Book 2)

by J. B. McGee

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  Cover Illustration Copyright © 2014 by conrado, StephanieFrey

  Interior illustrations © 2016 by Kamenuka and J.B. McGee

  Some images used under license from BigStockPhoto.com

  Editing by Katie Ashley and Lawrence Editing

  Proofreading by Karen Russell

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  CONNECT WITH J.B.

  DEDICATION

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  To high school memories and the rare friends who stick by your side for a lifetime.

  Maybe Holden Masters isn’t all bad.

  He releases me from our embrace, which makes me long to be back in his arms that much more. Because while I’m in them, it’s like we’re teenagers again for a minute. Teenagers before our world flipped on its head. None of this other bullshit matters.

  “Cammie?” Oliver’s voice cracks. My body shudders. If I never hear him again, it’ll be too soon. “It’s not what you think.”

  It’s like my arms and legs are attached to a ball and chains, like my feet are glued in place. Trying to swallow proves impossible. The only part of my body that responds to my commands is my eyes. Except, maybe I don’t even have control over those because tears seep from my lids in a steady stream down my cheeks as I glance at Holden.

  Shocker.

  He’s staring daggers at what I assume is Oliver. Holden’s jaw is so tight, and every once in a while it ticks. I wonder how many of those ticks it will take before Holden explodes like a time bomb. He needs to keep his cool, though. Creating a scene at this function would not only be an embarrassment to the club, to the event, but ultimately to his mother. Holden’s made it clear for years that he couldn’t give a rat’s ass about what anyone thinks of him. That included me up until tonight.

  I think.

  Finally, my body starts to cooperate. I slowly glance over my shoulder, afraid of what I’m going to see. Has a crowd of onlookers gathered? Did they hear everything? Is that why Holden looks like he’s a geyser waiting to spew.

  Oliver fidgets with his hands before slightly moving his feet. He’s closer than I expected, and thank fuck it’s just the four of us. I’m not sure if the space Oliver just filled is even enough to be considered a step. It’s like he’s a hostage negotiator. He’s proceeding with extra caution because he doesn’t know what’s going to tip me off. Or maybe he’s afraid of Holden. If Holden were looking at me the way he’s looking at Oliver, I’d be running in the opposite direction, not coming closer. “Let me explain,” he says. Maybe it’s just the scene he fears I may make more than either of us. Like if he keeps me calm, he’ll keep me rational—like he can reason with me to keep his secret. “Cammie, please. It’s not what you think.” He shakes his head. “It’s not that. Let’s go somewhere private so I can explain.”

  I bet he can. And he should be worried because I’m pretty sure I’ve heard enough. All of it makes me want to pitch the biggest fit, but I don’t want to be the cause of embarrassment for Ms. Masters, for my parents. There’s not much I fear more than social ridicule.

  Shaking my head, I part my lips, once again sending the message from my brain to a part of my body to function, but the words I want to say flee before I can utter them. How could he do this? My stomach starts to roll at the mere thought of him being with someone else other than me—man or woman—then coming back to our bed. I would have rather him broken off our relationship, but that would have put him back in the situation of being single. Fuck. What if I had not heard this tonight? What if I’d married him before I found out?

  Before I ran into Holden, I’d hoped to make a clean break without Oliver knowing I’d overheard. I need time to wrap my brain around all these questions. Of course, Holden thwarted yet another one of my plans tonight. While I know Oliver and I have to talk at some point, probably sooner rather than later, now isn’t the time. Someone’s bound to walk by and see me in Holden’s arms, but I can’t seem to push myself away from him. That probably has a lot to do with the death grip he has me in. I’m not complaining. I get now why babies like to be swaddled. It’s comforting to be so wrapped up in something or someone you feel impenetrable. But more than anything, Oliver and I can’t talk right now because I can’t seem to form a single sound.

  The thumping in my chest slows at the deep rumble of Holden’s voice. “I think she heard all the explanation she needs to hear tonight.” Hearing him go all alpha protective male over me causes me to lean into his rock hard abs even more. I shouldn’t.

  Oliver’s head tilts.

  If someone had told me earlier tonight I’d be grateful for Holden’s presence, I would’ve laughed at them. I thought this evening couldn’t get any worse after I nearly slept with him. But Holden has turned out to be the best part. I can’t believe I mistook him for Oliver. To think I was so blind I couldn’t even tell Holden wasn’t my fiancé.

  My gay fiancé.

  What the actual fuck? No matter how many times that goes through my mind, it’s just not sinking in. I don’t care that he’s gay. I have gay friends. It’s that he betrayed me. Now, I feel like a fool.

  My body shudders. I know Holden’s fingers were inside of me earlier, but I put a halt to it as soon as I realized it wasn’t Oliver. It’s not like I intentionally cheated.

  I stopped it because I wanted to honor our commitment. A small sarcastic laugh escapes. What commitment? I lean into Holden even more, which I didn’t think was possible. He pulls me to his side, one of his arms wrapping around my waist, which if I’m honest, sends shivers down my spine.

  Oliver closes the tiny distance that movement created, as if challenging Holden. He reaches his hand out and squeezes my shoulder.

  “Don’t.” I jerk back. “Don’t touch me. You’ve been lying to me, cheating on me.” Did he wrap his junk? Dammit, I need to see a doctor. I always told him if he needed to stray, to just leave me, but not to double dip. Has he given me shit?

  Most women in Magnolia Grove would stay to avoid the mortification of a break-up, but I refuse to live my life that way. There’s only so much I am willing to sacrifice. My worth isn’t defined or dependent on a man. I sure as hell don’t want to be sick for the sake of some arbitrary social standard.

  “It’s not what you think.” He shakes his head. “Can we please go somewhere private and talk?” Oliver swallows. “Cammie, please. Let’s not make a
scene.”

  My face twists in disbelief. Are you kidding me? I stare at him, my eyes wide. This is the longest I think he’s ever looked at me in the entire life of our relationship, the most he’s ever pleaded for me. But it’s not because he cares an ounce about me, is it? If he did, he wouldn’t have used me like this. He wouldn’t have betrayed me this way. No. He’s afraid I’m going to oust him, ruin his image.

  But it’s not just his image. I twist the ring on my left hand. It’s now our image.

  The wedding. Shit. Everyone’s going to be wondering what happened. I’m the one who’s going to have to return gifts, notify people that the wedding is off, and cancel everything from the ceremony to the honeymoon.

  Cancel our life together.

  How are we going to explain this? It’s not him who’s going to bear the brunt of the rumors. It’s going to be me.

  Did Cammie not meet his needs? Never mind Cammie doesn’t have the junk to physically do that.

  Was Cammie not good enough for him? It won’t matter that I’m too good for him. Because Oliver is supposedly this fantastic catch. Why would I ever choose to leave him?

  Either way, I’m screwed. It’s my fault for not being enough for him, or it’s my fault for thinking he’s not enough for me. That’s before people even find out that I’m not on the team for which Oliver swings.

  That will only further the rumor mill. Not only was I insufficient, I was so horrible in bed, I led him to the opposite sex. As if that’s even possible. But that’s how twisted people are in Magnolia Grove. The truth is always distorted. In a way, I understand why Holden said the hell with it all.

  Holden steps around Oliver, pulling me and taking me with him. “You ready?”

  Nodding my head, my eyes meet with Oliver’s for a moment, and then I look at Charity. How could she do this? Her of all people. Sweet Charity. Boy does she have everyone fooled. Maybe not Holden. He’s never seemed interested in her. I wonder if he’s always seen through her. Clearly, he is a better judge of character than I am.

  Oliver reaches out and grabs my other arm. “Let me explain. Goddamn,” Oliver says through clenched teeth with an urgency and panic I’ve never heard from him. I shrug out of his grasp as Holden pushes us away from them.

  Having grown up at the Magnolia Grove Country Club, I know every nook and cranny. But so does Holden. I asked to go through the back, but that’s not the way he’s going. That way would require us passing the kitchen. I didn’t even have to request for him to take me to the least crowded exit, but that’s what he’s doing. I know Holden wouldn’t care if this whole place saw us together, but he knows I do. So, the fact he picked this one, thus saving me from further humiliation, makes my heart thump in my throat. This side of him tonight is one I didn’t know ever existed. Well, that’s not completely true. Maybe I saw a small glimpse before he turned into the cocky bad boy.

  He’s tall. At least six foot to my five foot four self. His strides are so long I can barely keep up. “Slow down,” I whisper, squeezing the thick muscles in his arm.

  His feet stop so quickly that I nearly pummel into him. “I’m sorry. I just don’t want us to get stopped by anyone.” He chuckles. “It’s not like I’m running, though.”

  “Um. Right. Well, I’m running…in about five inch heels.”

  He glances down at my newest pair of Christian Louboutins and shakes his head. He keeps walking, pulling me along with him. This time, his pace is still brisk, but I’m able to keep up without feeling like I’m running one of those marathons where all the girls wear stilettos. What would possess someone to do that? I’ve yet to figure it out.

  He opens the door and motions for me to go out first. Once we’re outside, darkness shrouds us. He pulls me between the bushes and the stone exterior of the building. The band echoes in the distance along with the roar of talking and laughter. My heart beats to the bass of the drums. I’m panting from the burn in my lungs, thighs, and calves.

  An idea crosses my mind. I release his hand and double over laughing at just the thought. My giggles come faster and harder, almost like the tears I cried into his shirt earlier.

  “What’s so funny, tigress?”

  My eyes start to adjust to the darkness. Holden’s lips twitch.

  “I…” My stomach is tight from the running and from my laugh attack. “I just got the best idea.” I hold my waist to relieve the intense aching. Glancing up, he’s cocked his head and has the sexiest amused look on his face. “I just got the best idea for the auction next year.”

  “Oh?” His eyebrows lift.

  “OMG.”

  “Are you gonna tell me, or are you just gonna laugh hysterically for the rest of the night?”

  “I think there should be a race.”

  “O…kay.”

  “Like, the guys should have to not only buy a pair, but also wear Christian Louboutins for about an hour. It could be a charity marathon, or something. Y’all can run in them.”

  His face deadpans. “That’s what you think is so funny?”

  “Yeah.” My giggles are manic. I can’t stop laughing, especially because his expressions are just as priceless as he said I am a few minutes ago.

  “Hmm.” His eyes are sparkling. Is he actually entertaining the idea? He puts his hand out. “Let’s get you outta here.”

  Okay. Maybe it wasn’t that funny. The muscle cramps in my abdomen make me think I need to work my core more. But it sure as hell beats crying, though.

  When I right myself, he brushes away the extra tears I didn’t even realize had tumbled down my cheek. “You’re beautiful…”

  I can’t breathe. Not with him this close. Not with him looking at me like that.

  “Even when you’re devastated.” He licks his lips, and all I can think about is his tongue. How smooth it was against mine, how good he tastes, and how all I want to do is forget about everything that’s happened and get lost in him like I was in the cabana. To pretend I don’t know it’s him, to act like we’re just two strangers without any strings attached letting our senses, our tongues, and our fingers do all the exploration. No words this time to ruin it. My engagement, my life, is upside down. And all I want to do is have Holden send me into a euphoric bliss, a faraway paradise.

  As if he can read my mind, he sighs. “C’mon before I do something I’ll regret.”

  I don’t move. “What would you regret?” Oh, you know what he’d regret.

  “Fuck, Cammie. Seriously?” His eyes shift to the sky.

  “Yeah. Seriously.”

  “Kissing you. I’d regret kissing you.”

  My stomach feels like it’s in my throat, a large lump forming. Even though it should feel like someone’s thrown a bucket of ice on me, my body is ablaze. This is dangerous. I’m flirting with him, provoking him, pushing him, egging him on, yearning for him to do something he’d regret. Wait. Does he regret kissing me in the cabana? “You regret kissing me, or you’d regret it if you did it again? I’m confused.”

  “I’d regret kissing you again tonight,” he says as he steps in closer, boxing me in against the exterior of the building.

  “Why not the first time?”

  He glances away, then back at me. “When I kissed you the first time, I thought you wanted it. I thought you’d seen the woman spill shit all over my pants. I thought you’d know I’d go to the cabana.” He sighs. “That you were waiting on me. I hoped that maybe you’d come to your senses. I thought you were there for me. That you finally wanted me.”

  “Oh.” I feel like such a bitch right now. I was nasty to him tonight. After it happened, I was so mortified and self-absorbed that I never really considered his feelings. Well, I did, but I thought something completely different. After everything that’s happened with our families, I know I shouldn’t trust him, but he’s never lied to me. This is a glimpse of the Holden I thought I knew before he started playing the role of the cocky and arrogant asshole. I want to finally say what I’ve thought all these years. That I want
him too, especially after seeing how sensitive he was with the whole Oliver situation. But I don’t. Because I can’t.

  “Yeah. I don’t regret the first time. It was everything I thought it’d be and more.” His lips curve into a mischievous smile.

  I know if I could see my face, it’d be flaming crimson. “I don’t know what to say to that. Thank you?”

  I’m not sure I’ve ever fully appreciated his perfectly straight teeth or how sexy he looks when he tilts his head and gazes at me the way he does—the way he sets everything on fire inside me. He was the only cute boy in school who didn’t have to work hard for it, at least to me. Holden never had to have braces, glasses, and he didn’t go through an awkward stage like most of the other boys. He’s always been more than cute standing before me, though. Most guys we went to school with are just average now. But not Holden Masters. He’s aged like a fine wine. He’s sex on a stick. “The next time I kiss you, I want it to be because you know it’s me, but more than that, I want you to want it to be me. I don’t want to be your rebound…or play second to anyone else. I refuse to be leftovers.”

  “Leftovers.”

  He nods. “Leftovers.”

  I can’t help but wonder if that has double meaning. After everything that happened, is that what he thinks he is? Someone who wasn’t important enough to be a top priority, and thus was just left behind. I give him a small smile. “You’re so full of surprises tonight, Holden Masters.” Because he is. Even the anxiety he’s caused, when I look back on it now, it just makes my heart flutter. I don’t think I realized how much I’ve missed this version of him.

  If someone had told me before this evening he could be so kind, considerate, and comforting, I would have laughed, rolled my eyes, and pretended they’d never said it. He’s still cocky as hell, but this little bit of sensitive Holden I’m seeing makes him so much more attractive than he already is.

  Or is it because you know what it feels like to have the heat of his hands scorch your skin? That you want more?