Page 108 of She will Always be Mine

I face a grinning Monica who is nothing but trouble, and an amazing friend to Nyra. She doesn’t know it but being around her is bringing back the old Nyra too. I wonder if she knows about me and her best friend.

“Monica. How are you?” I ask, smiling politely.

“I’m superb.” She replies. “Was surprised to see you here.”

“Didn’t Nyra tell you?”

“Nope.” She shrugs before a soft look crosses her eyes. “It’s so good to have her back. I missed her.”

“So did she.”

“I wish I could have been there for her, you know. She still hasn’t shared why she left in such a hurry except for the fact that she had a rough time. Do you know why?”

“It’s not my story to tell,” I reply, and it’s the first time I’ve seen Monica somber. She must really care for Nyra. “You’ve helped her more than you know, Monica. She’s lucky to have you.”

“I’m glad.” She smiles softly.

Still no sign of Nyra, I question her friend, “Do you know where she is now?”

“Oh! She went inside with Ronit to help him with something. I don’t remember what.”

The smile vanishes from my face knowing she’s alone with some guy and my hand tightens into a fist inside my pocket.

“How long have they been gone?” I casually ask.

“A while ago,” she answers, a mischievous grin on her face. “Don’t tell her but Ronit has a crush on her and probably asked for help so he could spend time alone with her. Anyways, see you later, Riaan.”

Leaving me fuming and jealous, Monica sashays away.

Maintaining my calm composure is taxing, knowing she’s alone with that boy somewhere. It’s not mere jealousy or possessiveness running through me, it’s a far deeper emotion.

I can’t entertain even the possibility of sharing Nyra with anyone, especially with someone out there already holding a piece of her.

I never let my emotions get the best of me but I can’t stop my vision from blurring and shoulders bunching tight with one single thought raging. The rational side of me knows I’m overreacting but the territorial side of me can’t focus on anything except the fact that another person is trying to steal her from me.

Well, Nyra certainly has grabbed my attention now and she didn’t even have to do anything.

Stalking inside the building, I hunt for her. With each class I find empty, I become even more impatient. The longer it takes to see her, the more my control vanishes until every inch of me is coiled tight and waiting to get my hands on her.

I’m at the end of the hallway when her sweet laugh teases my ears and I follow the sound until I’m standing outside the last classroom. I shove the door open and it slams against the wall, the loud bang startling both Nyra and the guy, who is standing a little too close to her for my liking.

I must look scary and pissed off because fear flashes in that prick’s gaze and he swallows nervously. Keeping my stare pinned on him, I bark, “Out.”

“But... h-hey—” he stutters.

“Get out or say goodbye to your legs.”

“Riaan!” Nyra snaps while the guy runs past me like the hounds of hell are after him.

Once we are alone, I train my cold gaze on her defiant ones. Fingers twisting in her skirt, she watches me with fear, lust, andvictory. The last emotion pouring like gasoline over my madness and possessiveness.

The little brat played me. She came here on purpose, knowing all too well I’ll come after her.

“You really love disobeying me, don’t you?” I muse while tapping my knuckles on the desk beside me as I stalk in her direction.

“Maybe.” She smiles innocently.

“I don’t like these games, Nyra,” I say in displeasure, until only a small distance remains between us. “If you want something, fucking say it.”

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