Page 52 of The Rivals' Touch

I drag my gaze away and stir my spoon through my cereal. “I need my phone back.”

“I don’t fucking think so.”

My hand stills. “Excuse me?”

He unscrews the lid of his protein shake, takes a large gulp, then swipes his tongue over the droplets on his bottom lip. “I said, you’re not getting it back.”

Is he for real?!

I sit up straighter. “Why the fuck not?”

Why is he so tanned and ripped? He doesn’t have an inch of body fat on him—only lean muscle and deliciousness. I can’t think with him half-naked in the kitchen; even my vocabulary is going down the drain.

“You’re not contacting Bennett again.”

“What the fuck, Zayd? What the actual fuck?! He’s my boyfriend!”

He shrugs. “So you keep saying.”

“What the fuck is it to you? You were fucking that girl last night. I bet Legacy will have something to say about that!”

“She knows the deal.”

I jump off the chair, walk up to him, and poke him in his hard chest with my finger. “I don’t belong to you! I’m not your girlfriend! You have no fucking say in what I do or who I see. Bennett was my boyfriend before I met you, and I won’t stop seeing him just because you say so!”

He flips us around, pressing me up against the counter. It digs into my lower back as he leans into me and growls, “You belonged to me the moment you entered my home. You live undermyroof, shower inmybathroom, and go tomyschool. You cheer formyteam, and soon you’ll sleep inmybed and ridemydick.”

I try to push him away, but he doesn’t budge. Besides, his pecs are hard. “I’m not yours, Zayd.”

“No?” he asks, sliding his palm over my ass in my sleep shorts. “I have a video that tells a different story, remember?”

Kiss each other.

“I see we’re having another party this morning,” Jacob teases, joining us in the kitchen, freshly showered and changed. His black jeans hang low on his hips, and his checkered shirt is unbuttoned, revealing his muscular chest.

“I’m just teaching our girl a lesson,” Zayd says, squeezing my ass.

Jacob strolls up to us with a smirk, amused by Zayd’s possessive behavior. Something tells me it’s unlike Zayd to behave this way.

“I’m not your girl!” I hiss, shoving his hard chest.

Jacob leans his hip next to us on the counter. “Make her suck your dick again!”

The blood drains from my face, and I glare at Zayd. “You told him?!”

Jacob shakes his head, drawing my attention back to him. “No, he showed me the video.”

My heart stops beating, and I smack Zayd’s chest as hot tears of anger prick my eyes. “You absolute dick! How dare you!”

He chuckles at my pathetic attempts to hurt him, then clamps his big hand over my mouth. “Get dressed for school, or we’ll be late.”

My nostrils flare, and my hand flies up to slap his cheek, but he grabs my wrist.

“Don’t!” he warns. “I will hurt you back!”

I pull free and shoulder past him.

He steps aside and smirks as tears trail down my cheeks.

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