Page 216 of By His Play

“I-I need to get back to work.”

“After you’ve canceled your date,” I state as I step back, allowing her to sort herself out.

“I’m not—” Her words are cut off as I push my hand into my jeans and rearrange myself.

My dick is painfully hard. My need to take her is all-consuming.

But I won’t.

Not yet.

“You will. You want to go out to dinner tonight? I’ll take you.”

“No, Kieran,” she huffs, quickly losing patience with me as she smooths her skirt down.

Our gazes hold, our silent battle of wills continuing.

“Fine,” I finally concede, although, I’m not happy about it. “You go out on this date tonight. But I guarantee that the whole time, you’ll be thinking about me.”

“Jesus. Arrogant much?”

I shrug. “Why not? We both know that he’ll never be what you need. That he’ll never give you what you want.”

Her jaw ticks as if she’s holding back her response.

“You don’t know anything about what I want,” she mutters quietly.

We both know she’s lying.

“Call me when you’re done tonight. I’ll show you how you should really end a date.”

With that promise ringing in the air, I march from her office, slamming her door behind me.

My heart is still racing, jealousy surging through my veins when I get to my car and shut myself in.

“FUCK,” I roar, slamming my palm down on the steering wheel.

I don’t know what I expected to happen when I turned up here earlier.

I saw the meeting in my diary and I couldn’t ignore it.

My heart pounds harder as I picture some asshole taking her out tonight, sitting across from her at a restaurant, trying to steal a kiss—or more—when he drops her off at home.

My fists curl, a fresh wave of anger racing through me.

Who the fuck takes a girl out on a Monday night, anyway?

Fucking asshole.

Minutes pass as I sit there, trying to calm my racing heart.

My head screams to go back upstairs, demand she cancel and refuse to leave until she does. Another part of me wants to stick around and wait so I can follow her.

But deep down, I know both are wrong.

In the end, I force myself to start the engine, and I finally back out of the space and head toward the stadium. There is only one thing I can do when I’m feeling like this.

I need pain, and a lot of it.

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