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“What happens if she shows up?”

“I haven’t decided yet,” Kai answers, lowering his mouth back to mine. “What do you want me to do to her if she’s the one who told Maverick where you live?”

I tilt my head. “You’ll do anything I want?”

“Anything,” he rasps. “Name it.”

I smile sweetly, leaning up to whisper, “If she’s the one, you can bring her to me.”

Chapter 32

KAI

“No,” she says again, turning her back on me to finish cleaning the coffee machine.

Disappointed, I resort to begging. “Please.”

“I told you I don’t go to parties.”

“Why not?” I ask, but as soon as the word leaves my mouth, I know.

She doesn’t like to be seen.

“I’ll protect you,” I swear, reaching out for her hand and pulling her to me. “I won’t let anyone near you.”

“It’s not about that,” she lies.

So many fucking lies.

“I don’t like liars,” I remind her, pressing my lips to her cheek. “I hate being lied to.” Brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear, I add, “I don’t mind so much when it’s you though.”

She drops her face to my chest. “I’m…scared,” she finally whispers.

“I know, baby,” I whisper back. “I?—”

“See you tomorrow, Hailey.”

Closing my eyes, I grit my teeth when she straightens her back and turns her head.

Fucking Wyatt.

“Bye,” she says with a smile.

He smiles back at her, his eyes glittering, and I just know he’s thinking about how hot she is. I recognize the look, and it pisses me the fuck off.

I make sure he catches it when I glare at him, catching Hailey’s jaw and pulling her face back to mine. I kiss her right in front of him and pick her up, setting her ass down on the edge of the counter. Pulling on her lips with my teeth, I push her legs apart and take my spot between them, fucking revelling at the feel of her fingers in my hair. I hear the door open and close with his exit, and she roughly pulls my head back, her breathing unsteady, her eyes narrowed as she holds my lips away from hers.

“I don’t think he got the message,” she says. “Maybe you should piss on me to be sure.”

Gritting my teeth, I grab the front of her waistband and slide her closer. “I can’t stand him.”

“Why?”

“Because he wants you.” Batting her hands away when she tries to stop me, I tear the button of her shorts open. “You can’t not see it.”

“I don’t.”

That’s not a lie. The girl has no idea how beautiful she is, how fucking sexy she is without even trying to be, and it drives me crazy.

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