Chapter 15: Did You Really Mean It When You Asked to Be My Woman?
Fraser arched an eyebrow, his tone unreadable. “Not bad.”
Summer swore to herself she would never, ever shout like that in front of Fraser again. Just as she was about to ask why he called her an ungrateful traitor, a streak of vibrant colors flashed across the deep night sky. A meteor shower.
Summer’s eyes widened in delight, her long lashes fluttering in excitement. She had seen shooting stars before, but never an entire shower like this. “It’s a meteor shower, Fraser! Look!” She grabbed his arm and shook it enthusiastically.
Fraser looked down, following the delicate fingers on his arm up to the woman’s face. Summer was gazing up at the sky, completely mesmerized. A few loose strands of dark hair framed her face, her bright eyes reflecting the stars above. She looked even more dazzling than the meteors streaking across the sky.
Fraser’s throat bobbed slightly, his gaze darkening. “It’s beautiful. Let’s make a wish!”
Summer quickly let go of his arm and clasped her hands together under her chin, whispering a silent wish. The warmth that had lingered on Fraser’s arm disappeared instantly. His brows furrowed. When she finished, she turned back and caught his gaze, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed.
“Uh… it’s just my first time seeing a meteor shower, so I just… instinctively made a wish. You know, like in movies.”
Fraser smirked lazily. “If wishing actually worked, the universe would’ve burned itself out trying to grant them all.”
Summer deflated instantly. “Wow, thanks for that,” she muttered, shoulders slumping.
Fraser watched as the light in her eyes dimmed. It was oddly annoying. Sure, he thought wishing on meteors was ridiculous. But seeing her so genuinely excited a moment ago had been far more pleasant than watching her sulk now. He clicked his tongue, then said casually, “Since the universe is too busy, I’ll grant you one wish instead.”
Summer blinked, caught off guard. “Why?”
Chapter 15: Did You Really Mean It When You Asked to Be My Woman?
He added nonchalantly, “Or you can pass. Up to you.”
“No, no. I’ll take it!” Summer blurted out before he could take it back. This was Havenbrook’s Bossman offering a favor – she wasn’t stupid enough to refuse.
Fraser raised a brow. “What do you want?”
Summer hesitated for a moment. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears. Then, she shut her eyes and blurted out, “Did you really mean it when you asked me to be your woman?”
Silence stretched between them. Summer slowly opened her eyes and found herself staring into Fraser’s deep, unreadable gaze. He tilted his head slightly, then said with a lazy smirk, “No.”
“Oh.” Summer muttered. She had expected the rejection, but it still stung a little. It was a stupid impulse. Probably the alcohol. Or the rush from the drive. Or maybe it was Jasper’s words still echoing in her head – only if she found someone better than Trevor could she avoid that marriage. But Fraser was… Fraser. He belonged to the highest echelon of society, untouchable. Why would he take her seriously just because they’d had a one-night stand?
Summer lowered her eyes, feeling ridiculous. “Forget I said anything.”
Fraser clicked his tongue in irritation. “If you want to be my woman, I expect her to be clean.”
Summer frowned. “I am clean. You know that.” The second the words left her mouth, she wanted to slap herself. What the hell was she saying?
Fraser’s gaze darkened slightly. He smirked as he suddenly pulled her close, an arm slipping around her waist, pressing her against him. His lips brushed against her ear. “Your body, I know, is clean. But I need your heart to be, too.”
Summer froze. Fraser’s voice dropped lower, rich and smooth. “If you really want to be my woman, ask me again – when you’re sober.” His breath was warm against her ear, sending a strange, tingling sensation through her chest. For a moment, her heart stopped.
21:45 Wed, 12 Mar
Chapter 15: Did You Really Mean It When You Asked to Be My Woman?
Bobby and Caleb entered the VIP suite to find Trevor downing one drink after another. Bobby nudged Caleb. What’s with him this time?
Bobby strolled over, grinning. “Trevor, man, you’re hitting that bottle pretty hard.”
Trevor ignored him. His mind kept replaying Summer’s last words: We’re done. And the breakup text on his phone. Summer never acted like this before. She was the one who always came running back first. Even if he took hours – or even days – to reply, she would wait. This time, though, she hadn’t waited. Tonight, he had actually been prepared to back down first. And then she pulled that stunt with Peyton. It pissed him off. All this over a fake wedding?
Trevor scoffed, swirling the liquor in his glass. “She threw a tantrum, staged a kidnapping, played the silent treatment, and then nearly drowned Peyton. I already told her I’d give her an even bigger wedding – what else does she want?”
Caleb reached over and stopped Trevor from pouring another drink. “Trevor, we all heard what happened tonight. Summer might’ve taken things too far, but let’s be real – you should’ve never agreed to that wedding for Peyton in the first place. And then you carried her off in front of everyone. You don’t think that embarrassed Summer? Maybe try sending her a message. Apologize a little.”
Trevor leaned back against the couch, tilting his head up. His expression remained cold and indifferent. Fine. If Summer showed up at Black Ace tonight to apologize, he would let this slide. He picked up his phone, opened their WhatsApp chat, and typed a message. The moment he hit send, a big red exclamation mark popped up. She had blocked him.
Trevor let out a low, humorless chuckle. Summer, you’ve got some nerve. His grin on his home rightened knuckles turning white. Then, without a word, he reached for another drink.
Bobby sprawled back on the couch, sipping his own drink leisurely. “Trevor, you’re making this roo complicated. Women need discipline. Just let her cool off. You ignore her long enough, and she always comes crawling back in the end.”
Caleb smacked the back of Bobby’s head. “You idiot. What if this time she doesn’t?”
Bobby scoffed. “Please. Summer’s been obsessed with Trevor for five years. She’s not going anywhere. Jasper won’t let her, either. And let’s be real – Trevor could have any woman he wants. Summer should just be grateful and stop causing trouble.”
Trevor’s eyes burned red from the alcohol. Yeah. Summer wouldn’t actually leave him. It wasn’t like he couldn’t live without her. But the idea of looking back and not seeing her there – that pissed him off even more. Especially when he thought of how coldly she had looked at him tonight. It left a suffocating, nagging feeling in his chest.
Caleb sighed, rubbing his temples. “Should I just call her?”