Page 31 of The Rivals' Touch

“Oops? You fucking bitch!”

I can’t help but laugh at his outraged face. “It was an accident.”

“The hell it was!”

I shrug. He’s got me there.

Legacy rounds the table and flicks her brown hair as Zayd gets to his feet. She glares at me before sliding her arms around Zayd’s waist. “Let’s go somewhere, babe!”

Codeword for “let’s fuck.”

Zayd puts his arm around Legacy’s shoulder and quirks a finger at one of her friends with a long braid. “You’re coming too.”

I scrunch up my nose. “Disgusting!”

His eyes flick to me as the other girl snuggles up next to him. “You’re welcome to join us. There’s plenty of me to go around.”

My insides twist with disgust, annoyance, or maybe jealousy – I don’t know which. Perhaps a mixture of them all. Only someone as conceited as Zayd would engage in a threesome at school.

“Am I free to go, your majesty?” I taunt, curtsying.

He’s amused. I can tell by the smile hovering on his lips. “I could order you to join us.”

Annoyance flares up inside me, and I fist my hands by my sides. “I think I’d rather take my chances with the photograph.”

“Really?” He grins as Jacob flaps the soaked hem of his shirt. “Hand me the phone, Jacob. I want to test this theory.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

“No, don’t!”

Zayd’s smile widens. “No?”

Jacob throws the phone back down on the table, seemingly exasperated. “Make your fucking mind up! You want him to send the picture. You don’t want him to send it. What’s it going to be?”

Legacy rolls her eyes and bats her long eyelashes at Zayd. “We don’t need her, baby!”

Zayd sweeps his dark gaze down my body. “You’re right. We don’t.”

His comment makes me prickle. I set my jaw. I hate him, so why do I feel annoyed by his rejection? I have a boyfriend. The thought of Bennett seeing the photograph of Zayd and me has me questioning how far I’m willing to go to stop it from falling into the wrong hands.

“Let’s go, ladies!” he drawls, leading the girls away.

I watch them go. The unease inside me only worsens when the ugly yellow doors shut behind them.

“Can you get some fucking napkins or something?” Jacob growls, tearing me from my thoughts of Zayd having his dick sucked by two girls.

“You have friends,” I sneer, motioning to his teammates who, until now, have watched the scene unfold with undisguised humor. “Why don’t you get them to do your bidding?”

He stops flapping his shirt and looks at me. “You realize Zayd isn’t the only one who can make your life fucking hell?”

I cross my arms. “I’m not afraid of you!”

He chuckles darkly and straightens up, closing the distance between us. His brown hair falls in his eyes as he leans down and whispers, “Zayd is a dick, but I’m worse. Test me if you like, but I don’t recommend it.”

Something in his voice makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. His eyes hold mine, and a Cheshire smile slowly unfurls on his lips. “How about that napkin I asked for?”

I swallow thickly, glancing over at the teachers’ table. “I’ll get it for you now.”

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