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  Callibet

  by Sienna Grant & Stacy McWilliams

  Copyright © 2021

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  This novel is a work of fiction and any similarities to any party are coincidental.

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  Cover design by ~ Coffin Print Designs

  Edited by ~ Karen Sanders

  Formatted by ~ Sienna Grant

  Contents

  Copyright

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  1. Callie

  2. Chris

  3. Callie

  4. Chris

  5. Callie

  6. Chris

  7. Callie

  8. Chris

  9. Callie

  10. Chris

  11. Callie

  12. Chris

  13. Callie

  14. Chris

  15. Callie

  16. Chris

  17. Callie

  18. Chris

  19. Callie

  20. Chris

  21. Callie

  22. Chris

  23. Chris

  24. Callie

  25. Callie

  26. Chris

  27. Callie

  28. Chris

  29. Callie

  30. Chris

  31. Callie

  32. Chris

  33. Callie

  34. Chris

  35. Callie

  36. Chris

  37. Chris

  Epilogue

  Playlist

  Acknowledgements

  Stacy’s Book History

  Sienna’s Book History

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  Callibet is book 2 in The Bet series and is Callie and Chris’s story. It can be read as a standalone, but is best reading after Celibet.

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  As I watched my best friend walk down the aisle, I shifted my eyes to look at her groom, and his eyes were shining with happy tears. She was stunning, and I was so glad they had finally gotten together.

  Five years ago, Beth told me she kissed him, and that her whole body flamed in response, but she was with Warren the Wanker. She was always too scared to act on her impulse again, until Warren the Wanker dumped her.

  My eyes stayed on Beth, and she beamed as her dad walked her down the aisle. My heart hurt for her a little because her mum was missing, but I knew she would be happy purely because Beth was.

  She was the happiest I’d ever seen her, and Charlie was a lucky guy to have landed her. I watched as she reached the head of the aisle and her dad handed her off to Charlie. My smile widened when she winked at him and laughed as her dad had a word in Charlie’s ear.

  As the ceremony went on, my eyes drifted, and I saw Chris seated a few rows back. He looked delish in a crisp suit and tie, and my lady parts tingled in remembrance of our night together.

  It was Beth’s hen night. Last night of freedom and we’d had a great night pub hopping after the strip show I made her go to. We walked into Marlow’s piano bar to meet my friend Jay, and Lou shrieked loudly as he swung her around.

  The bar was packed, and before long, we’d taken over the karaoke bar next door. While I was up on stage, I met a familiar pair of brown eyes in the crowd and saw Chris give me a thumbs up as I sang Cher at the top of my lungs.

  I pranced down to him and leapt into his arms, kissing him on the lips without thinking. He pulled back and frowned at me, then at a girl by his side.

  Whoops, he was on a date.

  My drunken ass didn’t care, and I openly flirted with him all night until he left the bar, somewhere around one a.m. He was back within fifteen minutes and it was him who initiated the kiss between us.

  Our kisses had always been hot and heavy, and when he’d ended things with me a year previously, I’d been absolutely gutted because he was perfect. He was sweet, kind, caring, and sexy as fuck in his copper’s uniform.

  When Beth slept with him, I was more than a little jealous, but since I’d been the one to tell her to do it, I couldn’t really say much about it. Plus, I was trying to hide how I felt about him, so I reined it in because not one of my friends knew how much I still wanted him. We’d slept together a few times since the split, but he was adamant that he didn’t want a serious relationship. Not with me and not with anyone else.

  The minister spoke again, and I jumped, blushing when I realised my gaze had been fixed on Chris the entire time. I quickly turned back to the ceremony and watched my best friend marry the love of her life.

  The day was cold and little flakes of snow were beginning to fall, but thanks to the strategically placed heaters, we were all nice and warm. I moved around the dancefloor in my dark purple floor-length dress and winced as my feet burned, but I didn't have time to stop.

  Julia, Beth’s not so delightful cousin was there, and she was hitting on Chris and getting louder and louder. When she stage whispered what she’d like to do to him as I reached them, his face paled and mine heated.

  “Hey, Calliebear. How’s it going?”

  Chris stepped around her, speaking in a low, throaty whisper that had me tingling all over. He still used the nickname he’d given me when we’d started going out, and I wondered again why he’d dumped me. We were good together, but it didn’t matter. I was over it (mostly), and we were friends (with benefits).

  “Hey, Chris. Good. It’s going good.”

  “Chris was just telling me how he’s single and ready to mingle, so excuse us, Calliebear…”

  Julie’s disdainful voice interrupted us, and she pushed her way between us, dragging Chris onto the dancefloor as I stood and glowered after them.

  “Cals, what’s up?” Beth asked as she appeared by my side.

  I turned to face her and saw her gaze instantly go to the dancefloor where Julia was dancing completely inappropriately with Chris. His face was scarlet, and his eyes darted around the dancefloor.

  “Ah, Julia up to her old tricks again?”

  I didn’t answer, and Charlie appeared by Beth’s side.

  “Bethy-babe, my mum wants a word. I think she’s finally about to leave.”

  Charlie glanced between us and then out onto the dancefloor, following Beth’s eyes to where her gaze was fixed on Chris and Julia.

  “Someone ought to rescue Chris. He looks like a seal in a shark tank…”

  My eyes darted to Charlie and he grinned at me before giving me a little push towards the dancefloor, and because I’d started moving, I couldn’t stop. I reached Chris and Julia a moment later and slipped my hand into Chris’s.

  “Come and I’ll show you the bar.”

  Chris grinned gratefully at me and we walked slowly across the dancefloor, ignoring Julia’s protests, but her brothers had swooped in and were twirling her around the dancefloor. When I glanced back, she was glaring in our direction as she danced with an elderly relative of Charlie’s.

  “What will it be?” the bartender asked, cutting into my observations. I quickly turned to face him.

  “Uh, a vodka cranberry for the lady, a rum and C
oke for me, and two shots of tequila, please?” Chris asked politely, and my eyes shot to his. He knew what I was like on tequila. It was why I’d gone back to his and let his tongue and cock fuck me into oblivion many times.

  “Tequila?”

  I raised my eyebrow at him, and his eyes widened playfully before he leaned down and brushed a curl from my neck.

  “Yes. You look fucking smokin’, and I want to rip that dress off with my teeth.”

  My whole body shivered in response as he pressed a soft kiss to my neck and then another to my lips before the bartender interrupted the moment by banging the drinks down on the counter. Chris quickly paid and asked for salt and lime. He lined the shots up and stood behind me, pressing his hard length into my ass as he waited for his change.

  We broke apart and picked up our shots, tipping the salt onto the back of our hands. I leaned down to lick the salt from my hand, tossed my shot and leaned over to grab a lime, when Chris leaned down with one between his teeth.

  I sucked it and his hand wrapped around my back, pulling me closer to him and pressing our lips together. He pulled back first, and I stood, dizzy and breathless as he took his shot and sucked on his lime before he shoved it down and turned towards me with blazing eyes.

  “Calliebear…” he began, but was interrupted when Beth appeared and dragged me to dance. Charlie was busy and she was a little manic, so I went without question.

  One dance turned into two and then three before Charlie came back to claim his bride, and when I began to make my way back to the bar, I saw Chris was chatting to one of Beth’s cousin’s, Andrea, or Anthea, or something like that.

  I only knew her a little and she seemed nice enough, but it was seeing her lean in to whisper something into his ear that made me freeze and take a step back. I was about a foot away, and when he nodded at her and followed her out of the marquee and into Beth’s dad’s house, my stomach rolled, and I had to go sit down again.

  Seeing him leave hurt me in a way I could barely describe, even to myself. I knew I’d made a mistake by seeing him now and again. It just hurt me over and over again, and it was time I finally let him go. That was what he really wanted and what I needed to happen so I could finally get my ass over him and move on.

  My morose thoughts were interrupted when Beth got up on stage. It was almost midnight, and it was time to throw the bouquet. I had to paste a smile on my face and get back up on the dancefloor for my best friend. My heartbreak wasn’t important. It was Beth’s day and she deserved me to be smiling and laughing, so that was what I did. I smiled, laughed, and joked, ignoring Chris when he came back out to the party half an hour later with his jacket off and his tie loosened.

  I didn’t catch the flowers, but I didn’t try. I didn’t really want them. The one guy I’d envisioned a future with told me we were better off as friends, but still wanted to screw me when he saw me. It was time for me to step up and say no more. I had to.

  When he approached me, I gave him a brief smile and stepped around him to go to the bar for another drink.

  “Hey, Calliebear. Where have you been all night? I’ve missed you…”

  He was sweet when he was drunk, and it was the only time I felt he ever really wanted me.

  “I’ve been busy and so have you…” I nodded at his collar, which had a lipstick mark on it, and he frowned at me.

  “Too busy for me?”

  “Yeah, and that’s how it’s going to stay from now on.”

  “I don’t understand. You wanna get out of here and we can talk?”

  “No. I don’t. I can’t do this anymore. I’m not a toy you can pick up and drop when you’re bored, Chris, or when you need a screw. I deserve better than that, and deep down, I think you know it.”

  His forehead wrinkled and he stepped closer to me, running his fingers down my arms and holding my hands between us.

  “You really do. I’m sorry I can’t give you more, but I do care about you, Calliebear.”

  “Then you have to let me go, Chris.”

  He leaned his forehead against mine, and for a moment, we just stood there, holding hands and breathing each other in before he gently pressed his lips to mine. The kiss was soft, pure, and sweet, and I knew I’d made the right choice because my heart raced, and my eyes filled with tears as he stepped back and kissed my forehead.

  “Goodbye, Calliebear.”

  I couldn’t speak around the lump in my throat. I just watched him turn and walk away from me. Lou came over and tugged me onto the dancefloor, and I spent the rest of the reception drinking, dancing, and singing with my friends, only it felt like something was missing from me. I knew what it was, and I knew why it hurt, but I’d made the right choice. I’d let him go and I had to move on, move up, and away from Chris. It was time.

  Fuck, fuck, and fuck again.

  Walking away from Callie for what felt like the thousandth time, I placed my back against the wall and let my body sink against it. Throwing my head back, I forgot there was a brick wall behind me and bounced the back of my head off it. “Fuck.”

  This was not the way I wanted tonight to go. When I’d stepped inside that chapel and saw her with Beth, I realised how much I’d missed her. How much my dick had missed her. That girl always knew how to get me going.

  I looked down at myself, at my skewed tie, the loosened buttons, and thought about the way she dissed me. She completely blew me off, but that wasn’t like Callie. Callie and I were the type of people who couldn’t settle down, and no matter what, we always ended up in the sack.

  Lifting my wrist, I looked at the time. The night was still young, and no matter what Callie said, I was going to try and get her to talk to me.

  Making my way around the marquee, I sloped into the gents and took a piss before I went over to the sinks and washed my hands. I quickly glanced into the mirror and noticed a mark on my collar. What the fuck is that? I leant forward to have a closer look and saw it was lipstick. Oh, bollocks! That’s what Callie meant when she said I’d been busy…

  Grabbing a paper towel, I placed it beneath the running tap then sponged at the mark. It was no good though; it wasn’t budging, and anyway, she’d already seen it. I had to tell her it was nothing. It was innocent. With a huff leaving my lips, I grabbed more paper towels and dried my hands on them before I threw it in the bin and turned off the tap.

  I walked back into the marquee, and straight away, Charlie grabbed me. “Come on, dude. Come and have a shot with me.”

  Spotting Callie still on the dance floor, I smirked and nodded. I couldn’t let the groom down now, could I?

  He ordered tequila for us. I offered to pay, but he wouldn't hear of it. Just as we’d shot the rancid liqueur, a younger guy came to our side.

  Charlie called the barman over and ordered another. I remembered it was his brother and had met him earlier in the day. I kept looking over my shoulder, and every time I did, I clamped eyes on Callie.

  “Guys, will you excuse me a second?”

  “Go get her.”

  A smile tipped the corners of my lips, and I nodded at him. I know after that brief fling with Beth all that time ago, Charlie was wary of me around her, but honestly, Beth and I probably should never have happened. I saw the way they looked at each other that night he got back from filming, that memorable night when Beth broke my nose, which was one of the reasons I left. If anyone had the chance to be happy, it was those two.

  Making my way to the dance floor, I cut through the dancers and took Beth by the shoulders. Callie had set her eyes on me as I leaned down to whisper to Beth. “Let me take over,” I told her. Looking up at me, she smiled wide and stepped away. “Your husband is at the bar.”

  “Actually, I could do with a drink,” Callie said as she swept around me, and with a swift movement, I caught her wrist and spun her back to me.

  “Wait up. I want to talk to you.”

  Standing her ground like the stubborn woman she always had been, she placed a hand on her cocked hip and lo
oked up at me. “I think we said everything earlier, Chris. I can’t just keep waiting around for you.”

  “I know how bad I looked when I came back in earlier, but I swear there's an explanation.”

  “I don’t care. I don’t want to hear it. It has nothing to do with me. It just hurt a little that you were telling me you wanted to take me out of here and then you drop me like I’m nothing just because some slapper whispers in your ear. Do I mean that little to you?”

  “No, and if you’d let me explain…”

  “Fuck it!” She cut me off again and yanked her wrist out of my hold. “I need a fucking drink.” With my hands resting on my hips, I felt the scowl that took over my face and I sighed heavily.

  God, that fucking woman…

  Sliding through the guests dancing to the Time Warp, I walked towards the bar and saw them all doing shots. I stayed behind them and rested my elbow on the bar, letting it prop me up. Callie began the dance moves to the song that she was already dancing to until she tripped over her own heels and fell backwards. Putting my hands out, I caught her beneath her arms. She tipped her gaze up to me and giggled. I knew she’d had more than enough.

  Callie wasn’t a girly giggler. It was what I first saw in her. She ran a bar, she dealt with drunken idiots at least once a day, and I’d even seen her chuck a couple out at closing time. The girl was amazing.