Page 13 of Come Here and Kiss Me

Ronan:You can’t ignore me forever. You’re my fiancée.

On autopilot,I write…

Brooklyn:Fake fiancée.

Ronan: It doesn’t change the fact that you’re mine now, so when I text you, I expect an answer. Do I make myself clear?

I narrowmy eyes at his threat.

Brooklyn:What are you going to do? Spank me?

Ronan: You’d like that too much.

Brooklyn: Don’t flatter yourself.

Ronan: I wasn’t the one who begged for it this weekend

I snarl at his statement.Given I have to lie to my father who’s going to scream at me, not to mention the fact that it’s going around… my emotions are running high.

Brooklyn:Fuck off. You were practically begging too.

Ronan: I’d much rather fuck you. Now be my good girl and tell me where you are.

Brooklyn: But I’m so much better at being your bad girl, Professor Wolf.

Ronan: I warned you.

My cell phonemakes an unfamiliar noise when all of a sudden, it looks like there's a tracker on my fucking screen.

“What in the actual fuck?”

Brooklyn:You put a tracker on my phone?

Ronan: I didn’t. I paid someone else to. All they needed was your number.

My hands shakewith utter rage. All I want is some privacy to think about my life as it slowly crumbles, and every bit of it is out of my control. When I don’t respond, my phone pings again.

Ronan:You weren’t at your apartment. You weren’t responding. I thought the worst, so you can’t be pissed. I’ll be there in twenty minutes.

“Ugh!”I toss my phone across the living room, but thankfully, it lands on the couch and doesn’t shatter. Taking a deep, unsteady breath, I mentally prepare for whatever the hell is next.

Ronan

I’ve beenin my head for the past twenty-four hours, and it doesn’t help that Brooklyn has blown me off. She’s the one who came up with this plan, and now she pretends I don’t fucking exist. I’ve never wanted to spank and then fuck someone so goddamn bad. It’s a fucking flood of complicated emotions. One right after the other with no end in sight.

I’ve always had control, but for the past forty-eight hours, I’ve been spiraling.

I barely slept last night, tossing and turning with my mind reeling a mile a minute. I’m waiting for the fallout—the official email—but it hasn’t come yet.

All Brooklyn has to do is tell her father it’s a lie. And then my entire life is fucking over.

I can’t lose my chance at tenure. It’s years in the making. I can’t control the thought that Brooklyn may have set me up.

How do I know she’s not the one behind the video being emailed to the board and her father?

I don’t trust her. She’s a Chambers, and they’re full of lies, deception, and manipulation.Hot as fucking hell but not to be trusted.

Did I play right into her hands? Can I buy my way out of this?

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