LOGINRONANI carried him into the bathroom, feeling his smile against the crook of my neck.Then that scent drifted into my nostrils again.I inhaled deeply, trying not to make it too obvious.Zayden was still skittish around me. If I pressed him about a secret he desperately wanted to keep hidden, he might bolt. Besides, even if he really was living a lie, I would still cover for him.So what if he'd deceived people? I'm sure he had his reasons.Nothing had been confirmed yet. I wasn't going to treat him like a thief or subject him to uncomfortable questions based on mere suspicion.In time, once he'd learned to trust me, he would open up on his own.Time.Did we really have as much time together as I was imagining?Zayden had given me his word, but something about his eyes had felt wrong. There was a fleeting glint in them that I couldn't quite shake.My instincts had never failed me. Still, perhaps it was just my overthinking and insecurity playing tricks on me.What did I know? This wa
ZAYDENI woke up to someone biting my earlobe.I grumbled and tried to push him away, but he only tightened his hold.“Wake up, it's morning already,” Ronan whispered, nibbling on my ear again.“Ah! Damn it!” I slapped his shoulder, finally forcing my eyes open.“Are you a dog? Why are you always biting me?” I snapped, turning towards him.He was grinning down at me, his eyes bright and full of mischief. None of last night's exhaustion remained on his face. He looked annoyingly refreshed.“I will be anything you want me to be, baby,” he murmured, cupping my cheek.“Gross.” I flicked his palm.He didn't even flinch. Instead, he leaned closer, his face hovering just inches from mine.My eyes widened. “What are you doing?”His lips closed over mine before I could react. He nibbled gently, coaxing my mouth open. I gasped, and he took advantage of the opening, slipping his tongue inside and deepening the kiss.My fingers tightened around his arm. For a few seconds, I forgot to resist. Then
RONANThe miserable pounding in my head was the first thing I felt.Damn it!My eyelids were unbearably heavy, as though someone had glued them shut. I managed to lift a hand and drag my palm over my face.Something heavy was lying across my chest.After a considerable struggle, I finally forced my eyes open.Zayden.A damp towel rested on my forehead, and he seemed to have fallen asleep while watching over me.Fragments of the previous night's memories gradually pieced themselves together.I vaguely remembered Zayden forcing hangover soup down my throat. It must have been an exhausting ordeal.When I slept this deeply, I wasn't exactly easy to handle. All the weight I'd piled on at the gym couldn't have made carrying me any easier.The wet towel on my forehead suggested he'd also wiped my face to bring down my temperature and help me recover from whatever I'd consumed the night before.A soft smile tugged at my lips.Zayden might be sharp-tongued, defensive, and ridiculously hard to
ZAYDENMy lip trembled, and heat crept up my body.I swallowed.Ronan scoffed. “Why? Don't want to do it?”He jabbed a finger at me. “Admit it, Mercer. You don't want to be top.”He grabbed me by the lapels and yanked me forward until our faces were inches apart, his hot breath brushing against my skin.“You enjoy it when I fuck you, Zayden. You love watching me grovel before you and pamper you. You love the perks of being the bottom, so why are you acting like I forced you? Why are you using it as leverage in your stupid dignity talk?”He leaned closer, his lips brushing near my ear.“Deep down, you like it when I stay up learning those cheesy love poems just to make you smile. You love it when I kiss every inch of your skin. Who was it asking me to go faster?”He shoved me away and scoffed, rubbing his nose as he stared at the ceiling.“What do you take me for, Zayden? A convenient cock to satisfy your urges? Am I your sex robot?”I looked away. My cheeks wouldn't stop burning. Perh
ZAYDENFor two whole minutes, I said nothing. Then my expression darkened.“Your place? Ronan Devereaux, are you messing with me?” I snapped, turning to face him. “You're sulking and pouting as if I've wronged you. I'm the one at a loss here. The one…”Ronan threw off the blanket and turned to face me.“The one at a loss? If being with me is such a pain, you shouldn't have agreed to it in the first place.”“You…” I snapped, my chest tightening.The rest of my words caught in my throat. I tried to force them out, but they wouldn't come. My anger was too tangled up with something I couldn't bring myself to acknowledge.He turned away again and lay on his side, leaving me staring at his back.My fingers curled into the sheets. I clenched my jaw, biting down hard on my tongue as I struggled to rein in my temper.He was the one in the wrong, yet somehow he was trying to make me feel guilty. I hadn't done anything to him. He was the one being petty.“Zayden.” His sudden call dragged my atte
ZAYDENThe half-grin froze on my face.For two whole minutes, I couldn't bring myself to say anything.Then, slowly, I pulled my hand away from where he'd been holding it against his cheek.Disappointment immediately clouded his expression. The hope that had lingered in his eyes seemed to fade, leaving behind something I couldn't quite explain."Ronan, you've been acting strange lately. What's wrong with you?"He sighed and shook his head.Without another word, he stood up.My mouth fell open as I watched him walk towards the shower cubicle instead of joining me in the tub.This…was he really that upset?Ronan would never pass up an opportunity to bathe with me. It was practically an open invitation for him to whisper filthy things into my ears, tease me relentlessly and generally behave like the shameless rake he was.And now?I was already undressed, all willing and waiting in the water, yet he was heading for the shower cubicle?My fingers tightened around the edge of the tub.I pa
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
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


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