Page 56 of Tantalizing Kings

“Hello!” I shout as the car starts to move. “Let me out!”

“No,” he denies, looking at his phone. It’s ringing like crazy. He presses a button and pockets it before looking up at me.

“What do you mean, no? What the fuck just happened?” I’m pissed and confused. I went from having the hottest moment of my life to having my guidance counselor and childhood friend burst into the fucking room like the Kool-Aid man, where he proceeded to attack the guys with the fucking dildo I just came all over.

I must be dreaming because there's no way this is my reality.

“I’m barely hanging on by a thread, Lollipop. Now is not the time to ask questions.” He looks out the window, his body tense. I can feel the anger rolling off of him in waves.

He doesn’t have any right to be angry. I didnothingwrong.

“Excuse me?” I blink at him. “I think now is a great fucking time to ask questions. How dare you act like you did back there. You had no right.”

His head snaps over to me, and I jerk back at the look in his eyes. “I had every fucking right to react the way I did because you're mine!” he shouts. “They were told to keep their fucking hands off you. They touched what is mine.”

“There you go with theminething.” I throw my hands in the air. “What does that even mean? How the hell am I yours? We haven’t seen each other in years.”

His jaw ticks, but he doesn’t say anything. I don’t even have a clue of what I should do. There's no way I’m going back into that club tonight. That was so fucking humiliating, and I’m beyond mad at him right now.

“You ruined everything,” I murmur, crossing my arms as I slump into the seat. I’m cold, still only in this lingerie set still. And it hardly covers anything. A shiver wracks my body, and Collin lets out a heavy sigh. I hear him moving, but I don’t look over.

“Lean forward,” he instructs, his voice softer this time.

“No.”

“Sadie,” he growls, and damn it! Now is not the time to be affected by my hot guidance counselor. But I lean forward, still refusing to look his way as he places his jacket over my shoulders.

The warmth from it settles over me like a blanket and I’m surrounded by his musky scent, but I refuse to let it show that he has any effect on me.

“Sadie, don’t be mad at me.”

My head swings in his direction. “I’m sorry, what else do you expect me to feel? You charged in there like a madman and threw me over your fucking shoulder and kidnapped me!”

“I didn’t kidnap you,” he huffs.

“Sure felt like it to me.”

“I’m sorry, but you are mine, and I couldn’t leave you in there,” he states like it's that simple.

There he goes again with the mine thing.I’m getting really worried because even though we grew up together, it’s been close to eight years since I’ve last seen him. He’s a stranger to me now. He didn’t even bother to keep in contact with me, and he has the nerve to act like this? He sounds crazy, really fucking crazy. Maybe he spent the whole time locked up in some crazy house? Because, with the way he’s acting, it wouldn’t surprise me.

The car pulls up to my cottage, and the moment it stops, my hand grabs the handle. Only it doesn’t open.

“Let me out,” I demand, pulling on the handle.

Collin fucking ignores me again and gets out, slamming the door behind him. I slide over to get out of his door, only for mine to swing open. Collin grabs me by my hips and pulls me out of the car, slinging me back over his shoulder.

“This is getting really fucking old, fast!” I shout. I hope my mom isn’t home, because how would I explain this to her? And to see her best friend’s son manhandling me like this would make it even worse.

Collin carries me to the house and lets himself in. “How the hell did you get in?”

“I have a key,” he grunts, slamming the door shut and continuing his way inside.

“You can let me down now.”

“No.”

“For fuck’s sake.” I bounce as he takes me down the hall.

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