Contract Marriage: I Will Never Love You Chapter 153: Truth or Dare

Hailey

I level my gaze at Marcus, but I don’t rise to the bait. That’s what he wants.

Josh’s fingers press lightly into my shoulder, grounding , and I know he’s trying just as hard not to react.

Elise chooses that mont to stretch, her hand brushing against Josh’s knee like it’s an accident. His jaw tightens. My blood simrs.

"Elise, I appreciate the offer. Really. But Milan’s not in my plans right now," Josh says.

The entire hot tub goes still. Even the bubbles seem to pause.

Elise recovers first, offering a tight smile. "Well. That’s disappointing."

"I’m sure soone else will be thrilled to take the spot," Josh says gently but firmly. "Soone who actually wants it."

Elise’s smile doesn’t falter, but her eyes flash with sothing sharper—challenge, maybe, or annoyance. She slides a little closer to Josh, the movent smooth, deliberate.

"You know," she says, voice dripping with silk, "most people would kill for a shot like this. Milan, the shows, the exposure..." Her fingers trail through the water, dangerously close to his leg again. "And let’s be honest, you’d look very good under those lights."

Josh shifts slightly, his arm tightening around . "I’m flattered," he says carefully. "But I didn’t start modeling to end up in Europe surrounded by strangers. That was never the dream."

Elise leans in, her voice dropping. "Maybe you don’t know what your dream could be until you see it up close."

"I know what it isn’t," he replies, not unkindly, but firmly.

Her smile sharpens, and she casts a glance my way like she’s looking for cracks in the glass. "You’re very loyal. It’s admirable." Her tone says naive.

"Or maybe he just knows what matters," I say, my voice quiet but edged. "And who."

Her gaze ets mine, a flicker of sothing cold passing through it.

Rebecca chooses that mont to clear her throat dramatically. "I don’t know about you all, but I didn’t co out here for a job interview in a hot tub. Can we go back to drinking and pretending to like each other, or is that too much to ask?"

Elise lets out a low laugh and finally, finally shifts back toward her corner of the tub. "Fine. We’ll keep it light."

But her eyes linger on Josh, and I know this isn’t over.

"How about we play a ga?" Marcus says, his eyes are glinting under the dim light.

Josh lets out a quiet sigh beside , almost too soft to catch, and I know exactly what he’s thinking: Here we go again.

Rebecca raises an eyebrow, swirling her glass. "Is this the part where you suggest strip poker and pretend it’s spontaneous?"

Marcus chuckles, the sound slow and deliberate. "Tempting, but no. Sothing simpler. More revealing, though... in other ways."

Elise perks up, clearly intrigued. "What did you have in mind?"

Marcus’s gaze moves slowly around the tub, resting on each of us just long enough to stir discomfort. "Let’s play Truth or Dare. No passes. No lies. Just good, honest fun."

"Ah," Rebecca says flatly. "The classic drunk campfire ga, but with more cleavage and passive-aggression. Perfect."

I glance at Josh. He gives a subtle shrug and a wry smile. "I’m in."

"I’m ga," Elise says, her tone low and suggestive. "This should be... enlightening."

Marcus’s eyes land on last. "Hailey?"

I hold his gaze, refusing to be cowed by the smug twist of his mouth. "Fine. Let’s get this over with."

Rebecca grins. "I’ll start," she says, sitting up straighter. "Truth or dare, Marcus?"

He raises his glass. "Truth."

She doesn’t hesitate. "What’s the one thing you’ve wanted that you couldn’t have?"

A beat of silence stretches, thick with tension. Marcus’s eyes flick toward just for a second before he smooths it over with a lazy smirk.

"I haven’t encountered it yet," he says smoothly.

Rebecca snorts. "Cute dodge. Not an answer."

"It’s the only one you’re getting," he replies.

"Already breaking the rules," Josh mutters under his breath.

Marcus smiles wider, like he’s exactly where he wants to be. "My turn then. Hailey, truth or dare?"

I don’t blink. "Truth."

His voice is soft, but pointed. "Do you really think what you and Josh have will last once the real world pushes in?"

Josh stiffens beside .

I take a breath, slow and steady. "Yes," I say clearly. "Because it already has."

Marcus’s smile falters for just a second, and that’s enough for .

Rebecca claps once, satisfied. "Boom. Your move, Hailey."

I look around the tub, then land on Elise. "Truth or dare?"

Elise arches a brow. "Dare."

I smile. Sweet and sharp. "Move to the other side of the tub. And stay there."

A ripple of laughter echoes through the group—even Josh chuckles under his breath.

Elise’s lips twitch, like she wants to protest, but she doesn’t. Instead, she slides gracefully to the far edge of the hot tub, reclining like a queen dethroned.

I lean into Josh a little more, my heart pounding but steady.

Let Marcus play his gas.

I’m not backing down.

Josh shifts beside , the barest trace of a smirk on his lips. He looks straight at Rebecca, mischief dancing in his eyes.

"Alright, Rebecca," he says, drawing out her na, "truth or dare?"

Rebecca lifts an eyebrow. She swirls the last bit of champagne in her glass. "Dare."

Josh’s grin widens. "Sit on Marcus’s lap. And stay there for... let’s say, five full minutes."

Rebecca blinks, then lets out a bark of laughter. "Don’t threaten with a good ti."

I look at Josh in surprise. I didn’t think he approved of Rebecca pursuing Marcus before, but maybe he is on board now.

Josh just shrugs, his grin crooked. "You keep saying you want to shake things up. Thought I’d help."

Rebecca arches a brow at him, then slowly turns to Marcus, who lounges in the water like he owns the moonlight. "Well, Marcus?" she says.

Marcus sets his drink down with exaggerated calm. "Do what you have to."

"Perfect," Rebecca says, rising to her feet in one smooth motion. The water cascades down her crimson bikini, and she makes a show of stretching, just enough to make Marcus’s eyes flicker. Then she strides over, water swirling around her thighs.

Josh leans toward , voice low. "Think this will go well or blow up in my face?"

I murmur back, "Fifty-fifty. But at least it’s entertaining."

Rebecca turns, gives us both a wicked grin, and plops down on Marcus’s lap with a little splash. "There. Tir starts now."

Marcus doesn’t flinch. His arms remain on the edges of the tub, but his smirk deepens, like he’s enjoying the mont more than he should. "Comfortable?" he asks, voice lazy.

"Oh, imnsely," Rebecca says with exaggerated sweetness. "Like sitting on a throne of pretension."

The group stifles laughter. Even Elise snorts.

Marcus tilts his head. "You wound ."

"Not yet," Rebecca mutters under her breath, just loud enough for to hear.

I bite my lip to keep from laughing.

Rebecca settles in, draping her arms across Marcus’s shoulders like she owns him, and then imdiately starts fiddling with his perfectly styled hair. "Do you use mousse or is this just pure, unadulterated ego?" she says, loud enough for everyone to hear.

He smirks but doesn’t move, though I’d bet he’s debating whether to drown her or marry her.

Rebecca turns in his lap, presenting her profile theatrically to the group. "Elise, truth or dare?"

Elise narrows her eyes, sizing up our tiny rebel. "Truth."

Rebecca grins. "Have you ever slept with sobody purely for career advancent?"

A hush falls. Even Marcus’s eyebrow arches in appreciation.

Elise doesn’t break, just lifts her glass and tips it toward the four of us. "Obviously," she says, so matter-of-factly I almost choke. "More than once. To the victor go the spoils, no?"

Josh shrugs like he had expected that answer all along.

Elise gestures magnanimously. "Your turn, Marcus. Since I’m already exiled to the edge of the tub, might as well be interesting."

Marcus’s eyes gleam as he considers. He throws a glance at Rebecca perched in his lap, then looks past her to where Josh and I sit entwined. "Josh: truth or dare?"

Josh doesn’t hesitate. "Dare."

Marcus’s smirk widens, wicked and slow. "Alright, model boy," he says, "I dare you to kiss soone in this tub... soone who’s not Hailey."

The air sharpens like the snap of a live wire.

My spine straightens before I even realize I’ve moved. A hush falls over the group again, charged and heavy. Rebecca stiffens slightly on Marcus’s lap. Elise straightens, suddenly alert.

Josh doesn’t flinch.

He looks right at Marcus, a slow, incredulous smile creeping across his face like he’s watching a toddler try to win at chess.

"Trying to stir the pot?" he asks casually. "I thought this ga was supposed to be fun."

"It is," Marcus replies smoothly. "I’m having a blast."

Rebecca mutters, "You’re such a troll," under her breath, but she’s clearly watching Josh like everyone else.

Josh’s fingers find mine under the water again, holding tight. "Then I guess I forfeit," he says simply.

Elise imdiately scoffs. "So much for no passes."

"No," Josh says, looking at her calmly. "A forfeit isn’t a pass. It’s a choice." He turns back to Marcus. "And so dares just aren’t worth taking."

Marcus raises his brows, clearly amused. "You sure you want to take the hit to your pride?"

"Yeah," Josh says, tilting his head, his voice dipping lower. "Because I’m not stupid enough to kiss soone else just to impress you."

Josh turns to , his voice dropping into sothing only I can hear. "I already know who I’d pick every ti. No ga’s changing that."

I smile and squeeze his hand beneath the water.