Page 65 of Teacher's Pet

Before I can react, his hand wraps around my wrist, stopping me from digging into my purse.

My stomach turns.

"I don’t know what Ana told you about us," he continues smoothly, "but I can promise you, anything that happened was just a miscommunication."

Disgust curls in my chest.

The last thing I need is for this asshole to justify what he did to Ana.

Ripping my wrist free, I shove him back hard enough that he stumbles slightly.

"Walker, I promise you, this conversation won’t lead anywhere good with me." My voice is sharp, "Whatever relationship you think you had with Ana is over. The only reason she came tonight was to tell you she’s done. She’s done playing your little game of helping you get your dick wet."

His expression darkens.

"Any idea why she’s suddenly so disinterested?" he hisses.

I scoff at his ignorance, my eyes rolling before I can stop myself.

"I’d say assaulting her is a large factor," I whisper, my voice laced with venom. "And I’m sure there are plenty of people here who wouldn’t want to be associated with some pathetic little man who resorts to face-fucking a girl non-consensually just because his feelings got hurt."

Walker stills.

Then, he moves toward me, his posture shifting, his presence suddenly too close.

I don’t back down.

I won’t back down.

"Do you really think sweet Ana is being honest with you?" Walker murmurs, his gaze sliding down my body, lingering where it shouldn’t.

My skin crawls.

His fingers tug at the hem of my shirt.

"Now, I’m no detective," he smirks, "but I doubt you wore this pretty little outfit for any of the guys here. If I had to bet, I’d say you were trying to get Ana’s attention."

I swat his hand away, my chest tightening.

His words dig in, deeper than I want to admit.

We kissed.

That’s all it was.

She was just experimenting.

There’s nothing between us.

Right?

"Whatever happens between Ana and me is none of your concern-"

"So you did get a taste of her?" Walker sneers, his smirk widening. "Hurts when her mind is on someone else, doesn’t it?"

Rage boils beneath my skin, hotter than it should be.

Stepping forward, I close the space between us until we’re breathing the same air.

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