Page 8 of Sweet Addiction

I glance at Knox; he looks smug as hell right now. “Get to class everyone,” he barks. “Madison, a word.” Everyone scrambles like bugs leaving me and my future “stepdaddy” alone.

“What the hell are you doing? You embarrassed me,” I hiss.

He shrugs. “You asked him to put you down; he didn’t listen. I intervened.”

I bristle. “He is my boyfriend.” It’s a lie but Knox doesn’t need to know that. He can believe what everyone else thinks to be true.

His eyes narrow as his jaw clenches. “Yeah well, it looked to me like you didn’t want yourboyfriendtouching you.” He steps into me. So, close his hot breath fans my face. “AndIdefinitely don’t want him touching you.”

My breath hitches and I move away, putting space between us. What the fuck? Straightening my spine, I lift my chin defiantly. “You are being inappropriate again.”

Smirking, he says. “I know. I also don’t care, little dove.” Then he winks, and I literally melt all over the floor.

“Dove?” I all but screech.

“Yeah, I saw your pictures. You obviously like birds. And doves are cute. So are you,” he explains, bopping me on the nose and then saunters away. My mouth gapes open. And I shake my head, wondering if that really just happened.

Did he just give me a pet name?

And why do I like it so much?

A smile curves my lips before it drops, my mind automatically going to whether he has blessed my mom with a cute nickname. What’s even more alarming is the jealousy that slithers through my body if he has in fact given her one.

Sighing, I fall back against the lockers.

Fuck, I am so screwed.

ChapterSeven

KNOX

Fuck.

I lost control, saw red and in my jealousy gave my future “stepdaughter” a pet name.

I saw my little dove in that fucker’s arms. Him touching her, something that doesn’t belong to him, and my thoughts turned murderous. I was jealous. I felt possessive. It was weird feeling like that, those particular emotions, considering I have never felt like that in my life, but I felt them all the same. They were there, coursing through my body, demanding me to take back, what my mind—and cock—has decided is mine.

Madison Devereux.

I don’t know why I am having these feelings toward this girl but it’s something I can’t seem to fight no matter how much I remind myself of the consequences and what’s at stake if I so much as touch her. My whole being doesn’t seem to care and has a mind of its own. I can’t say I’m mad about it. It excites me in a way I haven’t been excited in a while. I have been so bored these last few months and now I finally have something that incites a reaction in me. I have the same adrenaline rushing through me as I do when I play football. I feel alive. I can tell myself it’s not Madison’s arrival, but she is the only thing that’s changed in the last couple of days. I know it’s her that has invoked these feelings in me. She has done something. Some voodoo shit or magic. Cast a spell on me to make me feel this way.

It’s only fair I return the favor.

Strolling down the hall, I make my way to the principal’s office. I will be meeting him and the coach of the Westview Warriors football team, who also happens to be the head of the Phys Ed department. Pushing the door open into the admin office, I stride in like the god I am and flash a grin at the woman seated behind a desk. Her breath hitches and I see the exact moment desire hits her eyes as she rakes them over me.

I clear my throat making her head snap up. She blushes. “I’m here to see Principal Schwartz.”

“Mr. McCabe?” she squeaks, and I nod. “He is expecting you; go on through.” She waves her hand to the closed door to her left.

I flash her my most panty-dropping smile. “Thank you…” I trail off but she knows what I want.

“Cora,” she rushes out.

“Thank you, Cora. You have been very helpful.” I wink and her face flames red. I’m an asshole. I know the effect I have on women, and I use my powers every chance I get. Chuckling under my breath, I move to the door and without knocking, I shove it open and step inside.

Two faces stare at me; the man behind the desk—the principal I assume—his eyes flash with annoyance. “You’re late,” he grits out and I can tell instantly that he doesn’t like me. He probably thinks I am the entitled prick and to be honest he wouldn’t be wrong. I have been treated like a deity for years now—so much so, I believe I am above everyone. Which is probably why I act the way I do. I have always gotten away with my bad behavior and have never been held accountable—until now. Looking at Schwartz, I get the feeling he is going to make sure that I know that every action has a consequence.

Dropping down on the free chair, I check my watch to see that I am in fact late but only by ten minutes. Glancing up at him, I smirk. “I had something to take care of.” And I did. Every single second of those minutes, I was late, is worth it if that little fucker is no longer touching Madison.He could be touching your dove right now and you won’t know about itmy subconscious screams to me. I try to ignore it. But the thought has already taken root and is now festering inside my brain causing a red mist to coat my skin. I grit my teeth. Fuck. I didn’t think about that.

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