Page 119 of Moros

“I don’t care what you think.” Ryanne spoke. “Now, go away.”

I placed the ticket into the inner pocket of my Armani blazer and walked up behind Ryanne. Gripping her hips, I drew her backward into my chest.

She tilted her head back to look up into my face and I kissed her forehead.

“Sorry, Lover.” I told her. “That took way too long.”

She kissed my chin and lowered her head.

The woman standing there stared at me wide-eyed.

“Is there something on my face?” I asked, stepping to the side but leaving one arm around Ryanne’s hips.

“No—they just didn’t think I could score a man.” She told me.

The woman standing in the barely-there dress blinked. She exchanged looks with the women with her then opened her mouth to speak.

She clamped it shut.

“There is no way.” One of the other women leaned forward. “Where did you hire him?”

When I eased forward, Ryanne moved her curves in front of me. She leaned heavily backward against my chest and sighed.

“Hire me?” I made a how of looking confused. “You got it wrong. I’m her sugar baby!”

Their eyes widened.

They believed me.

Ryanne smacked my arm.

“Behave.” She giggled.

“I knew you wouldn’t amount to anything.” The first woman smirked.

“We’re no longer high school students anymore, Brianne.” Ryanne spoke. “Just know that if you come for me again, I will squash you like a bug.”

“You can’t talk to me like that!” Brianne’s face grew red. “Stupid little bitch.”

“Um—you got knocked up before graduation to a man who picks his nose and eats it and I’m the stupid bitch?” Ryanne asked in a sugary voice.

Brianne tried to slap her.

Before I could react, Ryanne grabbed the offending arm, slapped Brianne against the right cheek then the left before twisting the wrist and shoving her away.

“I warned you, didn’t I?” Ryanne wanted to know, her anger now showing. “Or would you like another lesson?”

Taking Ryanne’s hand in mine, I escorted her away and deeper into the luxury hall.

It seemed every five years, her high school had one of these gatherings. They call it a reunion, but I saw it as a pissing contest to see whose dick was bigger.

Apparently, Ryanne would avoid them.

This one was a little bit different. Pasha told her that she should go back—to walk through those souls at least once with her head held high.

“You owe those people nothing.” I told her.

“I know.” She’d cuddled into my arms. “But if I did decide to go, would you go with me, be my date. I know you’d look stunning in a suit. Can you imagine how jealous they’d be?”

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