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I stand up to my full height, towering over her as she smiles up at me, my fingers continuing to tangle through her silky strands.

“Are you okay?” I ask.

She nods softly, leaning into my touch. I can’t help but smile down at her, before I blow out a breath and shake my head.

“Fuck. I really shouldn’t have done that,” I say.

Her smile slips away, a frown taking its place.

“Let me guess, this is the part where you say it can never happen again?”

“Fuck no,” I laugh. “We’re gonna do that again, and more, a lot. As long as you’re comfortable with it.”

“Oh,” she smiles, a deep blush settling into her porcelain cheeks.

I lift my free hand up to cup her face, smiling down at her as I speak.

“But, we have to be careful. No one can know anything, for all of our sakes. You understand that, right?”

She nods slowly but doesn’t speak. I lean forward, pressing a kiss to her forehead before I whisper against her skin.

“Meet me here tonight. Seven o’clock. I’ll take care of the cameras.”

When I pull away, she’s watching me with a small grin.

“Is it a coincidence that you want me to meet you at the exact time I’m supposed to go on a date?”

“Absolutely not.”

Chapter Sixteen

Skyla

Ifeel bad that I’m standing up Jeremy. Really, I do. He seemed nice in a very flirty, obviously just checking out the new meat, kind of way. Clearly, I don’t feel bad enough not to do it, because I feel myself practically running to the pool building at 6:58PM.

My bag is over my shoulder, packed with my suit, cap and goggles just in case we actually do swim. Though, I can’t lie, I really hope we don’t just swim. I’ve never had an orgasm stimulated by anyone other than myself until Ronan. I already feel like an addict, desperate for more. I mean, I suppose there was that thing in the gardens at Putnam Manor, but I feel like I stimulated that and he held me as I did, so it’s different.

I’ve been taught my whole life that my virginity is something to be treasured, protected. It makes more sense now as I realize my father has had plans to marry me off from conception. Of course my virginity is so valuable, it’s a selling point, and if the buyer is Asher then I would gladly give it away to practically anyone else. Though I admit, sleeping with Ronan would hardly be a compromise on my part, the man looks like a Greek god and he tongue fucks like one too.

I go to grab the door to the pool when it pushes open. I can’t help but smile as it does, butterflies racing through my chest. However, they quickly wither and die when it’s not Ronan in front of me, but Vincent. His slate grey eyes are practically incinerating me where I stand, before his lip lifts into a sneer.

“Fucking the coach?”

I pale at his words momentarily, doing my best to brush him off as I roll my eyes.

“Don’t be disgusting.”

His face turns thunderous as he takes a step closer, our chests brushing against each other as he looks down at me.

“Don’t lie to me,” he grits out quietly. “I saw you two in the gardens. I see the way he watches you.”

Keeping my expressions composed, I lift an unimpressed eyebrow as I tilt my head to the side.

“Well, if you see all of that it must mean you’re watching me too.”

His steely mask seems to falter for a moment, something akin to surprise, before it’s back in place.

“Don’t flatter yourself. I was having a smoke and couldn’t help but notice the predator luring the young naïve girl to a private location.”

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