Page 42 of Heartless Game

“What’s wrong with it?” he asked.

“With what?”

“Your wrist.”

“The handcuffs fucked it up,” I told him.

“What the fuck?” he growled.

I stopped, turning to face him, trying to tug my hand out of his. He tightened his grip.

“Why do you even care?” I asked. “The handcuffs were—” I lowered my voice, aware of the people around us. “They were your idea.”

He grunted. It was funny; everyone else got conversation, I got grunts and growls as the barest of acknowledgment that I’d spoken.

“Also, people are staring.”

“Of course they are,” he said. “They’ve never seen me hold a girl’s hand before. You should feel special.”

I snorted. “So special.”

We’d reached the steps outside of the Language and Literature Building, which was where my journalism class was. Resigning myself to my fate, I tugged Isaac up the stairs, and he followed, finally dropping my hand to pull the door open for me.

“How chivalrous,” I said as I stepped inside, waiting for him as he held the door open for the girls following us.

“Hi, Isaac,” one said. “You played so well the other night.”

“Thanks,” he grinned, dimples popping out. “Couldn’t do it without my team—and the support of my fans.”

“You look good in pink,” the other girl giggled.

“Yeah?” he winked. “I think it brings out the brown in my eyes, personally.”

Annoyed, I left him there. If he wanted to flirt with other girls and ruin our cover, then that was on him, not me.

Moments later, he’d caught up to me. “Where’d you go?”

“You seemed busy, and I have to get to class,” I said, trying to make my voice casual, even though I wanted to punch him.

He chuckled. “You’re jealous.”

“Am not.”

“Are too.”

“Are you a child?” I scoffed. “I don’t care who you flirt with, Isaac. I don’t care about anything you do.”

“Really. So if I took those girls, found a closet, and fucked them both, you wouldn’t be upset?”

I stopped, and, aware that people were watching us, stood up on my tiptoes, wrapping my arms around his neck. His arms came up around my waist, gripping my hips. Pressing my lips against his ear, I whispered, “You can stick your dick wherever you want, because you’llneverbe sticking it in me.”

“Never say never,” he taunted.

I released his neck, but he didn’t release my waist. “It’s going to be so sweet when you finally beg for my cock.”

I looked up at the clock on the wall. Class was starting in five minutes.

“Can those absurd fantasies be taken to go? I’m going to be late.”

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