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I love how Gael gives me the opportunity to confess how bad my anxious energy may have been today. Sometimes I’ll end up meal prepping for the week, just because I have to do something. Thankfully, I was too pissed off to be able to do much more than lunch for him and baking cookies.

“Dinner out sounds wonderful,” I agree, taking the hand he offers to help me off of my knees. Always such a gentleman. “Are you teaching summer classes?”

“No, no. Thank God. Maybe the three of us can escape for a weekend away,” he says. “It all depends on how Isa’s meeting goes with the board. I’m going to finish these exams and then I actually have some work to do for the Society. I need to re-vette a few people. We can’t be too careful after what happened.”

“I agree,” I murmur. “Isa and I can meet you somewhere if your work takes you off campus. Text me to let me know where your afternoon brings you.”

“Always,” he says, wrapping his arms around my waist as he lays his head on my chest. I love cuddly Gael after I’ve sucked his soul out of his dick. “I love you.”

“I love you,” I tell him with a smile. “I’ll see you later.”

Gael releases me with a slightly goofy smile, making me giggle. I really do adore him.

Moving to grab my things, I send Isa a text, as I wave goodbye to my husband and walk out of the office. There’s a girl with pretty brown hair, leaning against the wall as I walk out, texting someone.

“Did you need something?” I ask, glancing over my shoulder at Gael. I know for a fact he’s not going to want to deal with students while he’s this zen.

“Are you the wife?” she asks. “Sorry to break this to you, honey, but I’m pretty sure he’s cheating on you.”

My lips twist as I gaze at her. She’s wearing designer jeans, a crop-top where her breasts are practically falling out of it, and I’m pretty sure they’re not real. This isn’t really the type of student that Hoyt University attracts. She still screams money, though.

“I think you shouldn’t talk about things that you don’t understand, darling,” I say brightly. I can play the cute, dumb, blonde up when I need to. “So did you need to speak to my husband, or did you want to get in line to fuck him?”

She gasps as her eyes widen.

“No? That’s good. He wouldn’t touch you with someone else’s dick. Now did you have a name, or am I going to need to make one up, so I can kill you in a book?” I ask.

“Laurene Travers,” she says. “Do you know who my father is?”

Yeah, actually I think I may. If she’s Harrison’s daughter, Isa would have hated living with her.

“Harrison?” I ask. “I’m actually very good friends with his father, as is my husband. I’m pretty sure they’d both be horrified to find their bloodline panting over Gael Murphy. Go away now.”

Laurene huffs as she turns and flounces off, while I walk back into my husband’s office.

“We may have a problem,” I warn him. I end up finding out as I talk to him that this girl has been hanging around his office, and I ask him to call Theodore after I leave.

Coincidences don’t exist in our world, and we have enough enemies as it is.

Chapter Twenty-One

GAEL

It’s been three days since I started looking into Society members’ loyalty, and I’ve already found three people who have been swayed by other offers to betray us. It started out as small things, like passing information to Charles Markship or Elijah Cohen.

Thankfully, these weren’t people who knew anything about my activity to dismantle their lives, because I’ve kept it very secret, but if they can be bought for any reason I don’t want them in my organization.

Kyle Topperson is one of these people. The other two merely were stripped of their Society memberships and expelled from school, but I systematically destroyed Kyle’s life, starting with his football career.

The kid has money, just like the rest of the students at Hoyt University. He lived and breathed football, though, and joined the Society to be guaranteed a spot in a top NFL team.

I didn’t initiate him into the Eagna Society as it was before my time at the university, and he’s a senior. He was so close to getting everything he ever wanted. Shame he had to fuck it up.

I am a vindictive man. It’s not one of my best qualities, but it does make me very effective when it comes to dealing with traitors.

I planted performance enhancing drugs in Kyle’s locker and then made certain every team that had been watching him, to recruit him, knew about them. Not only was he kicked off the team, but he’s ruined his chances of getting signed onto an NFL team.

Unfortunately for Kyle, Hoyt University has a no cheating policy that’s ironclad.

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