Page 63 of Teacher's Pet

I don’t care.

I glare at my phone, heart hammering as I scroll through the messages-

And then I see his name.

Cole.

Walker.

My blood runs cold.

"Fucking ColeandWalker," I hiss, sitting upright.

The air shifts.

Noah’s jaw tenses, the weight of their names pulling him from the moment entirely.

His voice is different now, almost territorial.

"What happened?"

I pause, blinking at him.

Odd.

I thought Noah Ackerman only cared about himself.

Turning the screen toward him, Megan’s frantic texts light up my phone, message after message about Cole and Walker.

And then, at the bottom, her drunken ramble about the kiss.

I watch as Noah’s icy stare darkens, his grip tightening, anger clouding his features.

"You actually kissed Megan?" His voice is calm.

Too calm.

"I needed a distraction from Walker," I mutter. "And you."

The admission does nothing to soften his expression. If anything, it makes it worse.

His gaze flicks back to the screen, jaw clenching.

"Bring her here," he murmurs, voice dangerously low. "She’s drunk. She doesn’t need to know I’m here."

"What’s the catch?" I scoff.

A slow, deliberate smirk tugs at his lips.

"The catch is," he whispers, leaning closer, "once she’s asleep, I’m going to make you regret that kiss."

A thrill runs down my spine.

I lift my chin, tugging my dress back on with defiance. "Yeah?" My voice is steady, challenging. "Prove it, Noah."

He doesn’t respond, but his stare says everything.

As I gather my phone, preparing to leave, my thumb absentmindedly scrolls back through the messages.

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