He Said It Was A Bet, I Made It His Last One Chapter 04

He Said It Was A Bet, I Made It His Last One Chapter 04

“Callum told me you were allergic to mustard.”

Tamsin looked delighted.

“I can’t believe it’s actually true.”

“This is hilarious.”

Callum’s face darkened.

He reached over and covered her mouth.

“Enough.”

She shoved his hand away.

“Why?”

She looked genuinely confused.

“You’re the one who told me.”

When I was a kid, someone had dumped mustard into my food as a prank.

I’d nearly died.

Ever since then, I’d rarely told anyone about my allergy.

I had never imagined Callum would turn one of the most terrifying experiences of my life into a joke for Tamsin.

She leaned toward me.

“So, Maren. How was the beef?”

Her smile widened.

“Did the mustard make it taste better?”

I raised my hand and slapped her across the face.

Hard.

“How did that taste?”

I met her eyes.

“If you didn’t like it, I’ve got more.”

Callum, who’d ignored everything until then, shot to his feet and stepped in front of her.

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Tamsin was joking.”

His voice sharpened.

“You’re still alive, aren’t you?”

I picked up my bag. “Callum, we’re done.”

For a second, he froze.

He instinctively started after me, but Tamsin grabbed his wrist and started crying.

“My face hurts.”

Her eyes filled with tears.

“What if this leaves a scar?”

Callum stopped.

His voice softened immediately.

“I’m taking you to the hospital.”

“You’ll be fine.”

I walked out of the restaurant and caught a cab to Bellweather Medical Center.

Tamsin must have known I’d go for the beef.

She’d mixed enough mustard into it to trigger a serious allergic reaction.

I’d only eaten a few bites, but it still hit me hard.

The doctor treating me shook his head.

“If you know you have a serious allergy, you have to be more careful.”

He frowned. “With an allergy this severe, even a small amount can turn dangerous fast.”

After medication and several hours of observation, I finally felt well enough to leave.

At the billing desk, I handed over my card.

The receptionist gave it back.

“I’m sorry. Your card was declined.”

I stared at her.

That was impossible.

It was linked to the savings account that held everything I’d put away over the years.

The bill wasn’t even that high.

I paid it from the small amount left in my checking account, then immediately called Callum.

He was the only other person who could’ve gotten access to the account.

A month ago, when my phone broke, I’d logged into my banking app from his phone and marked it as a trusted device.

I’d never thought to remove the access afterward.

He didn’t even try to deny it.

“I transferred the money.”

My grip tightened around my phone.

“What?”

“Tamsin’s face is badly swollen from that slap. The doctor said if the swelling causes any lasting damage, she may need treatment.”

His tone was flat.

“You owe her for what you did.”

Something inside me finally snapped.

“Callum, have you completely lost your mind?”

“One slap didn’t disfigure her. Stop making this into something it wasn’t.”

“Put my money back. Now.”

There was a rustle on the other end, and then Tamsin came on the line.

“Fine.”

She sounded smug.

“Come to the hospital and let me slap you a few times.”

“Once I feel better, I’ll tell Callum to give your money back.”

“Not happening.”

I didn’t hesitate.

“In your dreams.”

Callum took the phone again.

His voice had gone cold.

“Then consider the money what you owe her for hitting her.”

“When you’re ready to apologize, I’ll give it back.”

The call ended.

I was shaking with rage. I called the police.

“I need to report an unauthorized transfer from my bank account.”

My voice was steady now.

“Forty-five thousand dollars was taken without my permission.”