“You wound me.” He grasped his chest in a dramatic way. Like he’d been shot.

His ego probably took a few hits when he was with me.

“Oh, you’ll be fine.” I slapped his shoulder.

He persisted, leaning over to me and making his lips pucker. It was funny to watch happen in real time. The infamous playboy begging for a kiss? Peak comedy.

I placed my finger to his lips. “I’ll think about it.”

“Fair enough.” He pulled back, wasting no time on getting out of the car and getting my door open in record time. He offered his hand and walked me to my door.

Again.

At the front door, he looked down at me. “Night, babe,” is what came out of his mouth while he grabbed my face in his hands. Then, this insane man kissed my forehead.

I blinked.

“See you around, Blondie.” His tone was the usual nonchalant, irritating one. I had no time to respond to that as he marched his way down the path and back to his car. Clearly pleased with himself.

The door opened to reveal Kelly glaring at me again. “Spill. The. Beans,” she said, pulling me inside.

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​Chapter 13

Brent

I never thought I’d turn down getting laid. But there I was, telling Sloane no again. It was hard to avoid the clingy brat.

She was blocked from my phone—too many drunk texts and calls. Also, far too many nudes. Those weren’t as bad, but I didn’t want those to show up at an inopportune time. Fallon was mine to claim and no one would deter me. Not even myself.

Unfortunately for me, Sloane was persistent and showed up wherever she thought that I would be. She wouldn’t take no for an answer.

And if she found out who I was pursuing, Fallon would be put under a sniper’s red dot. Sloane and her family were brutal in this life we lived. They had the power to kill without question.

On top of that, Fallon is set to take over her mother’s company from what The Dictator told me—along with telling me to stay away from her. That leaves an open spot for a hostile takeover or just the total destruction of the company. It made some sense why he didn’t want me around her, but I wasn’t going to pay that any mind.

I would, however, protect her as much as possible in our world. It was abundantly clear she was completely innocent. Sex had nothing to do with her innocence. When we spoke, she had a childlike wonder about things—an excitement that I wished I had about the world. What was also clear was that her mother told her jack shit about the life we lived and waded through. Fallon was sorely unprepared for a life in the elites, and she had no one to teach her the ropes.

Until she met me.