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“Nah, sweetheart you don’t have to leave.” Cyrus helped her up, acting like he would openly tell her everything. What were they? In love or something? Dad showed Mum that type of love and understanding.

“It’s fine. I want another beer anyway.” She stood to his side.

“Nah, sweetheart, you know the deal. You don’t leave my side at these things.” Cyrus went to get up but her hand fell on his shoulder.

“Dad, I can get a beer. I’ll be fine.” She shot us a smile. “I’ll let you talk business.”

Dad. Did she just say, “Dad”? My glare broke. She had said, “Dad”. As in, he was her father. I looked back at Cyrus, who was watching her.

“Good kid you’ve got there, Cyrus.” Dad said. “Knows a shitload about business.” He glanced at me. “You were rude.”

Like I didn’t know that! “So, Layla is what? Your daughter?” I looked at Cyrus who still had his eyes on her as she was at the bar.

“Sure is, Tyson. Good to meet you by the way. Heard a lot about you. Was around when you were born.” Cyrus extended a hand and I had to shake it.

So Layla was his daughter and I had just been a dick to her.

Why didn’t she tell me her old man was a member! Not just a member but a president. I guess I hadn’t told her who my father was.

I pulled my hand from Cyrus’s. “Anyone want another drink?” I was up.

“Since when did you become a waiter?” Brad laughed at me. I didn’t care, I just needed an excuse to get to the bar to talk to her.

Dad smirked at me and nodded his head for me to go. As if he would know the real reason I needed to get to the bar.

I watched her grip a beer, taking the cap off.

I had just been giving her the death glares. The last person she would want to see was me. Let alone be near me. Maybe she hadn’t noticed I was glaring at her?

I cleared my throat. “Layla?”

She turned around, looking stunned to see me. “Does Dad want me?” She said that as if there couldn’t be a different reason for me to go to her.

“Nah. They’re busy.” I glanced over my shoulder, seeing them talking.

“Then what are you doing speaking to me?” Her words were sharp.

I took a step closer to her and she automatically took one back into the bar. “Can’t I talk to you?”

She looked up at me. “Not without a reason.”

I needed a reason to speak to her. Fine. I’d make one up. “English on Monday, will you sit next to me?”

She frowned. “You are seriously asking me to sit with you?”

“Yep.”

“Why?”

“You still have my pen.” I took a step toward her, my hand going to her waist and my mouth going to her ear. “It’s been driving me crazy, knowing you have something of mine.”

And it had been. I watched her suck on the end, and every time I saw her doing it I wished it was me she had her lips around.

God, how many times had I been moving around uncomfortably in class after picturing her lips around my dick… what it would feel like. But then the pleasure I would also receive when I got to taste her. And not just her lips.

“Well, I’ll make sure to give it back to you.” She took a staggered breath in. “You should get back to your business.”

As if I was walking away from her now. Not when I had her trapped between a bar and me.

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