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“For?” He frowns.

“Not just this morning. For the entire day. I was rude,” I confess. “I can’t tell you how many people control my life in different ways. No offense, but you don’t come across as someone who is collaborative.”

“I’m not,” he says and slides his hands into his pockets.

I try to ignore how attracted to him I am, but it’s impossible. His blonde hair has enough curl in it to transform easily into a broad chested surfy dude... and to slide my fingers through it if he kissed me.

He looks like he wants to kiss me.

And throttle me.

“Well, I need someone to work with me.” I shrug.

“No, you need someone to protect you. There are millions of fans, like those screeching hyenas earlier today, who want to get close to you.”

I fight my smile.

They do sound like hyenas.

Speaking of which, I glance at the pile of fan mail and a white envelope catches my attention for no reason.

I pull it out and flip it over.

“Well, those hyenas paid for this house and pay my bills, so I love them.” I snicker as I rip open the note.

I enjoy reading my fan mail. They usually say the same thing in different ways; how much they love me, how beautiful I am, and occasionally head into creepy territory about wanting to have my baby or marry me.

Nothing that I haven’t already read on the internet.

But if people have taken the time to write me letters and mail them, then I’ll read them. I normally read them on a Sunday evening, but I need the boost after speaking to my father.

While Ryder keeps talking, I unfold the standard white card...

Then freeze.

CHAPTER FIVE

RYDER

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What is it with this woman?

Savannah Sinclair is one of the most beautiful women in the world, yes. Sexy, with the brightest green eyes I’ve ever seen. I’m talking, my-cock-is-hard-in-a-millisecond stunning.

She’s successful.

At the top of her game.

Adored by millions.

I get it. But everything she does gets a reaction out of me. I feel like I’ve been on a rollercoaster since the moment we met. I either want to fuck her or kill her.

Or kill someone for touching her.

Then I walked around the corner and heard her speaking to her father. I was two steps away and stopped.

The guy is an asshole.

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