Mag-log inRONANHis kiss was like a rush of euphoric drugs to my brain. I could not stop even if I wanted to.Giving him an out took every bit of self control and willpower from me. And to my greatest relief, he chose to continue.He chose me. That should at least mean he had a certain degree of affection for me. He wants this. Maybe not as much as I did, but he definitely wanted this.That was all the affirmation I needed. I cupped the back of his head as gently as I could, with my arm resting on his back, and flipped him.He gasped, face flushed, looking at me with that wide eyed unfocused desire that made something in me go crazy.“Zayd, you don't know what you've done to me.” He licked his lower lip, and the movement instantly shot a throb of hot desire to my nether region.I swallowed the moan threathening to spill out of my lips. Carefully, I balanced my weight on my elbow, ready to give my man the loving he deserves.My knuckles traced the bridge of his nose, down to his lips. His eyeli
ZAYDEN Zayden, I want to eat your ass. For some reason, this shameless declaration shot a terrifying sensation through me, like a bolt of electric current.I wheezed out a warm breath. I could see him trying to reach my back again with his tongue.With lightning speed, I got myself off his body.Before my foot could touch the floor, he yanked on my right hand, pulling me to fall directly on him. This time, with my face right above his.He adjusted my position, letting my thighs brush against his massive hardness. His palm cupped my ass and he encircled my waist with his powerful arm.“Kiss me.” He suddenly ordered, pitch low and sensual.Before I could stop myself, my eyes moved to his lips. It was even redder than its normal pink color, and this time, it was slightly wet from being licked.He probably bit his lips not too long ago. I swallowed, unable to avert my eyes. Didn't he say he wasn't in the mood today? What's he doing?He bit his lower lip again. My gaze drifted upwards,
RONANI watched Zayden tear up the contract. For a while, I couldn't breathe. He doesn't want us bound by contract. Does that mean he wants us…I didn't dare to complete the thought. As I watched his jaw tightened with suppressed anger and determination, he looked more and more like the Zayden I fell for.“You can go. I'm not in the mood today.” I whispered and sat on the bed beside him.My mood had already gone sour, eagerness dropped to zero. If I still have sex with him in such a setting, it will feel like a transaction. I want our first sex to be emotional and full of love. Today's incident couldn't be how our first time would happen. I refuse it.“Let's eat.”“I ate before coming.” He whispered, staring intently at me. He opened his mouth, then closed it. There was a strange calculation in his eyes that unsettled me. That familiar suspicion and resentment was ever present in his gaze.I turned to look at the food at the wine counter. I had lost my appetite.After a while he s
ZAYDENI watched his eyes darken dangerously, his nostrils flaring as his breathing grew heavier.What was he acting all innocent and wronged for? Wasn't he the reason I had been pushed this far in the first place?I stared down at him, my gaze caught somewhere between defiance and mockery, refusing to let him see just how badly I needed this to work.Suddenly, he gripped my jaw with bruising force and pulled me towards himself.“Fine.” He snarled, his teeth gritted so hard I could hear them grinding against each other. “You asked for this. Don't you dare regret it!”I scoffed and turned towards him.“The only thing I regret is constantly underestimating the level of your shamelessness. And the extent you can go just to win.”Ronan's face looked murderous at this point, as if he were two minutes away from detonation.“Hurry up. I still need to go home.”His eyes narrowed, and then a mocking sneer followed.“So this is our genius captain's method of solving problems?” His pitch lowered
RONANFor several seconds, I didn't move. My heart sank.Could something have happened behind my back? Did he misunderstand me again? Or…“Do you hate running errands for me that much?” I whispered, unable to stop the pain clouding my eyes or the terrifying feeling of my heart being squeezed in a vice.“Errands?” He chuckled and looked up at me, his eyes exhausted. There were no tears in them, but somehow, that did nothing to reassure me. An overwhelming sense of defeat seemed to roll off him in waves.“You call humiliating me in front of the whole school just errands? Turning me into a joke?” His pitch was low, his eyes meeting mine, steady and unwavering.“I couldn't sleep for days because I didn't know when you would strike again. Even with a fever and a broken arm, I still have to come running like a pathetic dog.”My mouth dropped open. I wanted to explain. To tell him that I never wanted this.Zayden scoffed and pulled on his jeans, letting them pool around his ankles.“Ronan, I
RONANI had been busy all day. By the time I finally had a moment to sit down, it was already five in the evening.After leaving Devereaux Holdings, I had spent a greater part of the day teaching Liora that bitch a lesson.Zayden didn't know it yet, but I had made her record videos admitting that she had deliberately lied to hurt him. That way, even if another problem cropped up, people would easily believe it was another conspiracy against him.With the evidence I held regarding his father's corruption, she wouldn't dare make a peep. She wasn't clean either. A family of snakes.I had been surprised when I realized Zayden had sent me a message, only to recall it afterwards.I had been confused at first but soon figured it out.Zayden definitely had me in his heart. But perhaps, he was hesitating.It was left to me to create opportunities for us to meet. Just as well. I had things to give him.Zayden should arrive in ten minutes. That was more than enough time to wash up.The room was
ZAYDENMy jaw locked. The room turned stifling, air too thick to breathe, my heart hammering against my ribs like it wanted out. My thoughts frayed at the edges, vision swimming at the corners. Ronan’s eyes gleamed, vicious satisfaction naked in them. His hand slid up my spine, slow and deliberate
ZAYDENOne hour at the gym, and another ten minutes at the school sports facility did nothing to loosen the knots in both my shoulder muscles and chest. It felt like something heavy was crushing me from the inside.It didn’t matter. I had to shove it down and enter the rink. Today was the internal
ZAYDENMy hands gripped the report sheet so hard my knuckles turned white, eyes fixed on the leaderboard. Blood in my mouth from biting my tongue too hard. Ronan Devereaux. Number one in Managerial Accounting, two points higher than mine. Statistics, one point higher. One fucking point. General
Zayden MercerThe scent hits my nose the moment I step into the villa. The luxury holiday cottage which the school had prepared for our hockey teams as we competed with Worcester’s Polar Titans. I marched into the house. There in the central living room, Ronan Devereux was sprawled on a sofa, trou







