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He grinds his teeth but doesn’t say a word.

I grab him by the throat. “Answer me.”

He swallows. Hard. “Yes.”

A smirk forms on my face as I slowly let go of him, but I could feel his pulse quicken the moment he made up his mind.

“You don’t mind that I heard everything?” he replies.

I laugh. “You think I care?”

“You should,” he says. “I could tell everyone what you did.”

“And let the whole world know you let someone throat fuckyourgirlfriend?” I snort. “I don’t think so, so let’s keep this between us. You and me.” I tap his chest. “Unless you want her to know what kind of filthy fucker you really are.”

He sucks in a breath as his eyes flutter down my shirt and abs. My presence clearly overpowers him, and it makes me grin. “I like the effect I have on people. How they can’t help but stare at my muscles, wondering if I fuck as hard as I exercise. The answer is I do.” I tip up his chin with a single finger. “And maybe, just maybe, I will let you feel what it’s like too. I swing both ways.”

His eyes widen. “Wha—I didn’t—”

“You don’t have to say it out loud. I know a subby boy when I see one.” I wink. “When you’re done hiding, come see me.”

And I turn around and throw my bag over my shoulder, leaving him to his lusty thoughts and that raging boner that sprang up a second time when I put my hand around his neck.

CHAPTER 25

Grey

Dayslater

I placea few papers in front of Apollo and wait until he looks up at me.

I’m not intimidated that easily. I arrived at his class just after the teacher had left early to attend a meeting, and this guy was about to pack up his belongings. The perfect time for an ambush.

“What’s this?” A curious smirk forms on his face.

“My application to the Phantom Society.”

He snorts. “Is this a joke?”

I’m dead serious. “Does it look like it?”

He picks up the paper, and I’m moderately surprised he can actually read. “How did you even find me here?”

“I checked which classes you go to. Asked one of your many admirers to confirm.”

“You went behind your girlfriend’s back?”

My nostrils flare. “You want me to accept you fucking my girlfriend? Then you’ll accept me into your house.”

He looks me up and down, like he’s judging my capabilities by the shape of my body. I know I’m not as bulky as he is, but looks can be deceiving.

He smiles. “I gotta admit, you have balls. I like that.”

“I don’t care what you like,” I grit back. “Just sign the damn papers.”

He glances up at me again, and the glimmer in his half-mast eyes makes me swallow away the lump in my throat.

He tilts his head. “You sure about that? The invite still stands, you know.”

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