Page 48 of Deceit

Ronan rolls his eyes at me, and for a moment I forget how well he probably knows my father. Honestly, I’d bet anything he knows him better than me. He’s certainly spent more time with him than I have, though that isn’t a hard achievement to earn. Instead of feeling envy though, I just feel pity for Ronan.

I feel his hand slip behind my neck, forcing my mouth to his as he takes one more kiss before effortlessly hoisting me out of the pool and onto the edge.

“You better get to class, Miss Parris.”

“And you better get dressed, Coach Ronan,” I tease as I stand up.

He floats on his back, his cock comically sticking up above the surface as his hand reaches down and runs against the length of it.

“I will. Soon. Can you unlock the doors on your way out?”

I smile and nod, gathering up my things as he calls out to me once more.

“After your last class of the day, come to my office. We have unfinished business,” he says with a sultry smirk that has my pussy pulsing.

I don’t let him see the effect he has on me. Instead, I allow my eyes to run up and down him before I shrug my shoulders and take a backwards step towards the door.

“I don’t know, by the looks of things, it seems you’ll be taking matters into your own hands.”

“There is always more business to finish when you’re around, Skyla.”

“Thank you?” I laugh.

“Oh, it’s a compliment, but also a fucking curse.”

Another laugh slips out of me as I shake my head and shoot him a wink before pushing through the doors. I still find myself smiling as I unlock the front door and push my way out. Unfortunately my smile is short lived when I slam into a hard body. I stumble to the side and brace myself for impact when two strong hands grip my waist, righting me before I have the chance to touch the pavement.

My thankful words and apologies die on my tongue when I see an enraged looking Vincent staring down at me. Now that I think about it, I’m not that sorry for crashing into him.

“Still going to lie to me and tell me you aren’t fucking Coach, Siren?”

My face twists up, partially because of the stupid nickname but also because why the hell is he so angry all the time? Why do I seem to be the focus of his ire? To be fair, I think a lot of people are on his radar, but something tells me I irritate him on a whole other level. I honestly don’t know what I did to earn that honor.

I decide he isn’t worth my breath, and I roll my eyes and shake my head as I shove away from him. Surprisingly, he lets me go with ease and I take advantage of it by walking the hell away. When I go to turn around the building, I steal a look over my shoulder and catch a glimpse of Vincent still standing there, watching me. His arms are tense by his side, jaw clenched hard. The way he looks at me is unsettling, it sends a chill right down my spine that doesn’t subside until the building blocks our view of one another.

Good. Fucking creep.

Maggie is excitedly telling me about her hookup from last night when a gust of wind attempts to blow my cardigan away. I quickly grab each side, wrapping it tighter around me as I try to continue listening. Since the weather is still decently warm, I would have melted if I had worn a turtleneck. Which really would have been the best choice when it came to covering up Ronan’s little mark he left on me. However, a crisp white undershirt and a high collared cardigan was my next best option.

“Are you listening?” Maggie asks.

“Yes, Mags. You went down on her for twenty minutes and made her cum twice. I’m listening,” I laugh.

“Good, okay,” she says, as she dives back into her explicit story.

I lean forward to appear as if I’m listening more intently when her words pause and her face freezes. I look behind myself before turning back.

“What?”

Before I can stop her, her hands are at my shoulder, ripping my cardigan off my arm and pulling down my shirt. I scramble to cover myself but it’s too late.

“Fuck my story, who did that and when?” she asks.

“Shhh,” I hush her as my eyes dart around the courtyard, though no one is within fifty feet or so of us. “I can’t say.”

“Ooooh, so definitely not your fiancé. Spicy,” she smirks.

I roll my eyes. “Like I’d ever let that asshole touch me.”

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