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Fuck. We’re talking about Gunner again. “Yeah, I did.”

“So, don’t tell him, will you?” she pleaded.

It was odd that she had no idea who she was talking to. Yes, Gunner was openly sinister, but he had nothing on Ronan Byrne. I was better at hiding it and covering my tracks because that was what I was paid to do. I was clean-cut and looked like I had been carved from a trust fund, giving people the impression that I was trustworthy.

I made a hissing sound with my mouth, conflicted by what she was saying. “I can’t let that happen, Riley.”

“What do you mean?” she panted nervously.

“Your glasses and phone were broken. Riley. The only way that happened was if they threatened or hurt you. I can’t let them do that and get away with it,” I told her sternly.

“What are you going to do?” she gasped, and I saw a hint of something I hadn’t seen in her before. Maybe she did know who I was and what I was capable of.

“Don’t worry, I’ll have a little chat with them. That’s all,” I promised as I put my arm around her shoulders and pulled her close, and she responded by nestling into me. We watched students walk by in silence as his little finger drew circles on my thigh, and that alone was getting me hard. Fuck. “The boss said you’re out of bounds.”

She glanced up at my face with a look of curiosity. “Mr. Kaiser? That boss?”

I nodded, cocking my eyebrows at her. “Yeah. You’re a staff member, so you know, that’s against club rules.”

“Oh, I guess you didn’t know we worked together when we met,” she spoke softly.

“No.”

“And guess you didn’t know that Gunner liked me too,” she said breathlessly, relaxing into me more.

Fuck, she brought up Gunner again. “I think he likes you more than just a little,” I told her.

A flurry of giggles shivered against my chest, adding to the hardening of my crotch pushing against my zipper. “Yeah, he’s a bit obsessive.”

“I’m honestly unsure how I can keep my hands off you, Riley,” I admitted openly as her finger kept drawing circles on my thigh as if she were unaware she was doing it.

“Oh,” she grunted, giving me nothing as her finger traveled further up my thigh to my bulge and then pulled away before touching it. I clenched my jaw, eager for her to slide inside my pants and stroke my hardness until I cum into her hand. This was fucking torture.

“Hmm, this definitely will not be easy,” I mumbled under my breath.

“I guess I better get back to my dorm as I have an assignment to work on,” she stated, pulling away from me and I sucked my lips in irritation. But she didn’t stand up to leave. Instead, she stared at the grass as her hand landed back on my thigh again.

A circus was going on in my pants as her eyes drifted down that way, then she looked away. My selkie would rather play by the rules than ignore them momentarily.

“I’ll walk you back,” I told her as her hand moved further up to my pulsating bulge, and like her, I remained seated.

15

The bulge at the front of his jeans was so big it almost knocked my glasses off. That’s an exaggeration, but my bodily reaction to seeing him getting horny because of me, the plain nitwit was making me wet between my legs.

“Riley,” his voice was low and gritty, a warning that what I was suggesting with my hand was a very bad idea. “I can’t do this.”

“I notice you’re not going anywhere,” I breathed softly so the passing students couldn’t hear me.

His chest rose and fell heavily as he gazed at the horizon, yet he wasn’t pushing my hand away. He seemed to be having an internal conflict his horniness vs. his loyalty to Mikael Kaiser.

My world was falling apart, and I felt so utterly alone as it was me against the entire stupid world. I needed him to hold me and tell me that everything would be okay, yet he was my enemy, and if he found out who I was, he’d kill me.

I remembered hearing stories about Ronan Byrne, even when I was 14 or 15 years old, and he was only two years my senior. Gunner would talk about him with great respect and pride, as someone he looked up to; yet, I was never told the specifics of why Ronan Byrne should be held in such high regard. He wasn’t family or blood-related, but he earned her trust, probably by doing things that would send a shudder down the spine of a girl like her.

Yet, in that moment, I wanted his warm, strong body wrapped around mine, comforted by his heat and power, but he seemed to want to play by his boss's rules.

Tired of his inaction, I stood up and walked away, hoping he would follow. But the silence was deafening, as no footsteps were treading behind me, nor was there the sound of hastened breath. I stalled and turned back to look at him, and he was sitting on the park bench. He turned away as soon as our eyes met.

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