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He caught at my wrist, his head slightly turned down making him look...dangerous. The air shifted around him or it was just my lust shimmering.

“Where do you think you’re going?” I swallowed. Blinked. Flamed. “I haven’t finished with you yet.”

“Oh?”

“On the sofa,acushla. You made a mess I need to clean you,” he informed.

“Then can I get my cuddle?”

His eyes darkened like I’d asked him to shave his head and paint it green.

“We’ll see…”

We were so going to cuddle. I’d wrestle him if I had to.

CHAPTER 16

Ronan

Jealousy crackled through my belly all damn day. And for no other reason than Catherine was at school surrounded by punk-ass college boys.

Boys. Keyword. She didn’t like boys, she liked a man.Me.

So why am I acting like a sour bitch because I know all that beautiful carrot hair, her freckles and sweet lips will garner a shit ton of attention from those boys? Maybe they ask her out regularly. Maybe they flirt with her over text books and all the other academic crap I wouldn’t have the first clue how to talk about because those things don’t interest me, and I’m not book smart.

I’m brooding like a little bitch because I miss her.

Fucks sake. I don’t mope or pine over women. I enjoy them and go about my business. Not watch the clock until I can see one again.

I’m fucking pathetic.

It was four days until Paddy’s Day and this imposed time limit she’d put on our affair. I’d handled it all wrong, but she had bupkiss chance of getting rid of me in four days and replacing me with who? Ash? She wasn’t interested in him, but it didn’t stop my belly starting a fire thinking of her with him or any of the other hundred guys who hit on her every night at the pub.

I’d thought about locking her in the office with me, making sure no one looked at her. Maybe I could keep her naked on my lap. The thought appealed to my caveman side, but I dismissed it in the same vein because she was too mouthy to be my little submissive.

I did a walk through of the pub before we opened and then when people started coming in I tended to help out at the bar first before I went to visit the other two pubs around New York. My first few years in NY I earned my way by tending bars and I enjoyed the hard work of it. I wasn’t made for a desk job. I liked being around people doing good, honest work. Ironic for a former con-man and petty thief.

I was serving drinks behind the busy bar hours later when I realized Catherine hadn’t text me after school like she’d been doing every day.

When I fished out my phone she hadn’t text me at all, in fact. And while it wasn’t necessary, I’d gotten used to her silly little messages at her attempt to seduce me. I frowned and stepped out from behind the bar, told Dylan I’d be a minute.

With my shoulder braced on the wall in a back corridor between the storage room and the staff break room I called her and got a voice that wasn’t sweet and flirtatious.

“Who is this?” I all but growled. Imagining Catherine’s stolen phone in the hands of someone else.

“You called this phone, dude. Who the fuck are you?”

My back jaw twitched. “Where is Catherine?”

The tone of voice changed to somewhat less hostile. “Is this her Ronan?”

Her Ronan.My belly clenched. “Yes, where is she?”

“She’s sick.”

It’s all I heard before white noise rushed through my ears.

“What do you mean she’s sick, where is she?”

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