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“I don’t need a savior, baby. I can handle anything you give me except this bullshit line that you’re saving me. Has anyone ever told you that you talk too damn much?”

Sliding his hand along the side of my neck, he places his large fingers on my cheek.

“You’re going to be mad. Just know, you needed it.”

He presses his lips to mine, and I know I should pull away from him, but I can’t. His scent surrounds me, causing me to moan in pleasure. Jagger slides his tongue inside my mouth and swirls his with mine, as he holds my face in a firm but not painful grip, and I slide my hands up his chest, digging my nails into his skin. The heat pools between my legs as his cock throbs against me. Placing his other hand on my face as well, he tilts my head to the side, deepening our kiss with a growl.

Jagger breaks our kiss and places his forehead against mine. Both of us are breathing heavily, and I wonder if his heart is pounding like mine is.

“Don’t lie to me and tell me you didn’t feel that,” he says with harsh breaths.

I admit, “I felt it, but it doesn’t change anything.”

JAGGER

“Fine. Let’s go bowling then.”

We step into the bowling alley, and she glances around wide eyed. It has six lanes, and a circular table with two chairs. Off to the left side, there’s six different arcade games and a bar.

“You might make too much money. I know your voice is amazing, but this is crazy.”

“You think my voice is amazing, filthy girl?”

Turning away from the lanes, she blushes profusely as she yanks on her shirt. This is beginning to be the one thing that bothers me about her. It makes me feel like she’s thinking horrible things about herself, and I don’t like it. This movement has insecurity written all over it.

“Don’t be cocky, Wild. You already know you have a good voice.”

Allowing my gaze to travel down her body, I ask, “I also make money doing underwear ads. Do you want to see the pictures?”

“I already have,” she blurts out, before slapping her hand over her mouth.

“Oh, you really are a filthy girl, aren’t you? Come on, choose your ball.”

She walks to lane three and grabs a dark blue ball.

“Blue is my favorite color.”

I chuckle loudly. “Of course it is.”

She glances at me as I grab a bright pink ball, and she laughs hard which, of course, was my goal.

“That’s very manly,” she says through her laughter.

“My pink ball will beat your blue one. Would you care to place a wager?”

McKinley shakes her head no.

“I think it’s much safer to leave gambling out of this day.”

Pressing the button to start the game, pins come down, and I motion for her to go first.

I told her I’d step back after today, but I don’t honestly know if I’ll be able to. Fuck, everything she does just makes mewant her more. The way she walks closer to the lane. Her hair swinging behind her as she swings the ball back. Her fucking ass looking perfect when she squats down. Then the final nail in my coffin is when she gets a strike, and jumps up and down excitedly. She turns to me with a giant smile as she taunts me.

“Take that, Rock God!”

I’ve seen many different sides of her at this point. Happy McKinley is my goddamn favorite version. And I know this one is real, without a doubt. Why can’t she fucking see I can give her everything he can’t? I can give her smiles, instead of fucking tears. How can I walk away from her? The more she gives me, the more I want.

CHAPTER TWELVE

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