Page 100 of Teacher's Pet

"You."

Noah’s snarl cuts through Walker’s parting words like a knife.

But he isn’t looking at Walker anymore.

His gaze locks onto Cole.

"Come here."

My heart stops.

Oh, no.

Cole hesitates, shifting uncomfortably.

"What-"

Noah moves like a predator, seizing both of their fucking heads and slamming them together in one brutal motion.

A sickening crack fills the air.

Both stumble back, gripping their foreheads, the skin already reddening.

A gasp escapes me, my hand clamping over my mouth.

Noah’s icy stare flicks to the door.

He heard me.

For a tense second, he holds my gaze.

Then, without breaking eye contact, he plants a foot down on both of their hands.

Walker shrieks, trying to yank his fingers free, but Noah presses down harder.

"You crazy fucker!" Walker spits, his face twisted in pain. "My dad-"

"Your dad what?" Noah laughs, his voice dripping with sadistic amusement. "Let’s get one thing fucking straight. You came into my home, threatened me, and now you think throwing around the threat of your dad will make me scared?"

Walker flinches, but Cole stays eerily silent.

Noah’s lip curls.

"Whatever the fuck you think I’m doing with Ana, you’re wrong."

He leans down, his voice a cold whisper.

"I don’t like sloppy seconds."

A white-hot sting flares in my chest.

Sloppy seconds.

Wonder if he’d repeat that to me while licking up my cum.

Walker winces beneath his boot, his face a mask of fury and humiliation.

"So," Noah continues, "either you two let it go, or I’ll show you the real definition of blood money. And trust me, it won’t end with a phone call to my daddy."

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