Bad Girl by Ella Goode

Author:Ella Goode [Goode, Ella]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-04-12T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Leila

I stare down at the chess set, and my heart starts to pound. I run my sweaty palms down my thighs, trying to figure out how I’m going to get the hell out of this. A pang of guilt that I shouldn’t feel hits me.

“It’s beautiful,” I admit, taking the queen from him. Why the hell did Chris have to put this on my stupid made-up resume? I know absolutely nothing about chess. It doesn’t usually take me long to pick up on things with my memory, but on this, I have no freaking clue. I’m going to have to distract him so that he doesn’t realize I have no idea what I’m doing.

I don’t even know the name of half the pieces, let alone how to play. I try to search my brain to see if I’m able to recall a moment of someone else playing near me. If I could only remember, I could at least pick up some pieces and pretend, but I’m drawing a blank at every turn.

“I figured only the best for someone with your skill set.”

“Right.” I put the queen back down on the counter. “So sandwich?”

He gives me a curious look. “I thought you’d be more excited. You don’t want to play?”

“With you?” I smirk. “That would be like shooting fish in a barrel.”

“I don’t mind losing. Especially to the best.” His smile is genuine. He’s so different than I thought he’d be. He doesn’t let his ego get in his way. I’ve noted that a lot with him. Even yesterday after what we did, he hadn't pushed or gloated over it. If it wasn't for the past or the things I know about him, I think I could actually fall for him. But I do know.

“Maybe tonight.” I shrug, picking up my sandwich and taking a bite.

“Why not now? You could teach me a few things. I haven't played in years.”

“I said I don't want to,” I snap, not meaning to. His brows lift in surprise at my outburst. “Sorry.” I mumble. I really wasn’t prepared for any of this.

“Leila,” he starts, but I cut him off, giving him something else to focus on.

“I didn’t get to meet my father. He passed before I got the chance.”

Warren leans back in his chair, his focus finally off the chessboard and on me. “I’m sorry to hear that. How long ago?”

“Months. I missed meeting him by months. He killed himself and never even knew I existed.” He reaches out, placing his hand over mine. I quickly jerk my hand back. “My mom didn’t tell me about him. I only found out after she died when I was going through some of her things.”

“Do you wonder why she might have not told you about him?” Yes. All the damn time. For so long I thought it was because he didn’t want me. But according to Chris, that wasn’t the case. There had to be a reason why my mom kept me away. Sometimes we could barely make ends meet, but she never reached out to him for anything.

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