Accidentally Yours (Merffy Kizzmet) novel Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Yours

Lola

Lola got up to take their bowls to the sink when she turned back around, he was watching her. Not intensely. Just… quietly. As if waiting. She wiped her hands on a towel and crossed the room, tossed her phone onto the couch beside him. “If you want to call someone to come get you–now’s your chance. Girlfriend, lawyer, personal driver, local mafia boss…”

Smooth, Lola. Very subtle.

Enzo arched a brow. “No girlfriend.”

“Okay,” she said, suddenly breathless. “Cool.”

“Unless you were hoping to get rid of me?”

She shrugged, too casual. “Wasn’t fishing. Just figured someone might be missing you.”

He smirked, clearly aware of her mental spiral. “No one I’m ready to go back to plus I don’t feel like leaving quite yet.”

*What does he mean he doesn’t feel like leaving….who stays after they’ve be released from capture? Is this some Stockholm syndrome thing? WHAT IS

HAPPENING. It’s fine, totally fine, he’s fine. FUCK. Be cool.

She snorted. “You basically called me a kidnapper. I don’t think I get to hope for anything.”

He leaned back into the couch like he belonged there, like he’d always belonged there. “Guess I’m all yours for the night.”

That answer was casual too, but it made her stomach flutter.

What is this man doing to me?

That was definitely tequila–worthy.

Lola turned and marched straight back to the cabinet. “If I’m gonna keep housing my own hostage, I’m going to need drinks. We’re doing Never Have I Ever so we’re not complete strangers.”

He sat there, all dangerous, post–shower, snug in her oversized shirt and those ex’s joggers clinging a little too tight. “I’ve heard of it. Never played.”

“Perfect. Rules are simple. We go back and forth. If you’ve done the thing, you drink. First to eight shots loses.”

“Or wins,” he said, watching her lips like he had better ideas.

Lola flopped onto the couch and handed Enzo the tequila. “Alright, mobster. Let’s play.”

He arched a brow. “Mobster?”

She smirked. “Sorry. You just give off ‘I know where the bodies are buried‘ energy.”

He gave a lazy smile. “I don’t bury them.”

She blinked.

“Joking,” he added with zero reassurance. “Just say when.”

“You’ll know when,” she shot back, grabbing the bottle.

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5:42 pm PPP

Chapter 6

Filling both glasses, tequila sloshing a little over the rim. “You know the rules?”

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“I say something I’ve never done. If you’ve done it, you drink.” Enzo lounged back against the couch like he owned it–like he owned everything. “You start.”

She cocked a brow. “Why do I have to start?”

“You kidnapped me. Seems fair.”

She huffed. “Fine. Never have 1 ever… hooked up with someone whose name I didn’t know.”

Enzo raised his brows–and took a sip.

“Gross.”

“It was college. Ish.” He swirled the glass. “Your turn.”

“I just went.”

“Nope. My couch, my rules.”

She snorted. “This is my apartment.”

“Then I guess it’s our couch.”

I’m just a puddle on the floor at this point. What is this man doing??

Round Two

Enzo leaned in, lips curved. “Never have I ever used handcuffs in bed.”

“Just say you’re vanilla.” She knocked her shot back like a champ. “I’m a fan of accessories.”

Dead. Dead.Dead. Dead. Dead.

Round Three

“Never have I ever stolen someone’s identity.”

Enzo immediately drank.

She stared at him. “Seriously?”

“He was a banker. And a bastard. I was twenty. Don’t judge me.”

Round Four

Enzo’s eyes darkened. “Never have I ever had a threesome.”

She gave him a feral grin–and sipped. “Fourth of July. Fireworks were involved. Literally.”

“Hot.”

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