Page 25 of Taeja

There stood Zain. A hunk of a man, with his chest heaving, locs wildly framing his face, and sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He just kicked a door right off its hinges and wasn’t fazed at all.

Taeja hated to admit it at a time like this… but Zain was hot.

He’d never looked sexier than he did right then.

Her senses melted into a puddle, flooding the seat of her panties and making her feel things she shouldn’t have felt.

She should’ve been angry. Demanding him to leave and take his unwarranted anger with him.

But she stood frozen as he marched over to her. There was nowhere to run and even if she could, she wouldn’t. She’d already ran, and they found her. What was she supposed to do now?

“This bright, bloodclaat bwoy!” Aaliyah exclaimed. “You kicked off my—”

Zain shot her a glare.

Aaliyah gulped and clutched her bat to her chest. “My bad. She’s all yours.”

Taeja’s mouth dropped as Liyah darted into the bedroom and slammed the door shut. A loose screw fell out of the hinge, rolling toward Taeja while she shook her head. Folding her arms beneath her breasts, she met Zain’s fierce glare. “You should leave.”

“Leave?” Zain repeated. “You had us worried sick.”

“Me and your other girls?”

Zain’s glare deepened. “There are no other girls.”

“That’s not what your dad said—”

“The dad who hates me?” he asked in a whisper.

Taeja’s eyes widened at his tone. She thought Zain Stark only knew the emotions of anger, annoyance, and occasional amusement.

She knew he was right, but she was too prideful to backtrack on her statement. “You’re not denying it.”

“There are no other girls.”

Taeja huffed, looking away from him. The silence was awkward while she watched from her peripheral as Zain pulled out his phone. He tapped for a few seconds before slipping his phone into his pocket.

“Where’s your phone?” he asked.

Dropping her hands to her sides, she looked at him. “In the room.”

“Don’t ignore our calls again.”

“I will if I want to.”

Zain smirked. “You want to find out what will happen if you disobey us?”

Her throat dried while her pussy moistened. She hated that her body was betraying her, but like he’d just said, she was theirs. They’d made their mark on her since the moment they met. It was etched into her being like Zain’s eyes trailing over her skin right now.

“W-where’s Damon?” she diverted the topic.

“On his way here,” Zain said, stepping toward her.

His cologne swarmed her being, swaddled her in like a newborn in a mother’s protective embrace. Was she crazy to feel at peace in the presence of a man who tracked her down, then kicked in her best friend’s door?

Maybe. Maybe she was crazy.

Only a crazy woman would fuck two men at the same time within hours of meeting them. And only a crazy woman would feel entitled to all of their attention within a week of knowing them.

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