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My stomach dropped. Zayne. Again.A smirk tugged faintly at the corner of his lips as though he had rehearsed this moment and was waiting to see how I’d react. “What kind of a creepy devil are you?”He came fully to view. By the desk, then he raised a thick brow, “Creepy devil?”“I guess my friend’s threat didn’t work on you. What are you doing here?” I shot the question at him. But he didn’t look fazed a bit. “Well, that’s not how to say ‘Thank you’ for helping you out earlier.” His British accent sang.I exhaled. “No one asked for your help. You are to stay away from me.” He tilted his head slightly at the rose still extended between us. “My wrist is starting to ache, so how about you save me the pain and just take it, pretty?”I rolled my eyes and leaned back in my chair, crossing my arms. “Do you ever listen when people tell you to back off? And I didn’t peg you as the type who give roses.”Unbothered, Zayne lowered himself onto the edge of the desk in front of me. His presenc

~Jeremy’s POV~Adrenaline. Danger. Anticipation. The roars coming from the crowd surrounding me only fueled my blood. I could feel myself boiling. I flexed my chest as I approached the ring, the smell of sweat, blood, and beer reminding me that ‘here’ is exactly where I wanted to be.The cage was my altar. My battlefield. Across me stood a beast of a man, chest gleaming under the lights, fists like boulders, ready to crush me. Bets had already been placed on us, hungry eyes watching, waiting to see who bleed first. Oh, how I loved this.But for me, this wasn’t about money or entertainment. This was about release. About punishment. Every time I stepped into this ring, I wasn’t just fighting an opponent, I was fighting my ghosts. My anger. My shame. My father. My fate.I cracked my knuckles slowly, staring at the Goliath in front of me with the kind of coldness that made weaker men falter. My mind wandered…dangerous, intrusive thoughts pressing forward the way they always did in here.

The drive blurred until I reached the campus. My heart was pulsing so fast in my chest at the thought of seeing her face again. It’d only been four days but it felt like months already.I dialed her contact but she didn’t pick up. If she didn’t pick on the second ring, I would undoubtedly go through the dormitories till I found her room.But she picked on the second ring. “Jeremy?” She sounded like she wasn’t sure it was me.“I’m parked outside,” I said, my tone lower than I intended.A pause. Then her surprise came through. “Outside? I’m not at my dorm. I’m… I’m at Carol’s. It’s only a few feet away though.”“I’ll come.”“Wait…I’ll tell you how to get there,”“No need,” I cut in. “I’ve been there before. I dropped Chris off once.”Five minutes later, I was parked in front of Carol’s place. I called again, and it wasn’t long after the line ended that I felt her approaching.My head tilted towards the direction…And I saw her. I could even feel her before she came into view. That was ho

I didn’t know when sleep dragged me under, but I must have dozed off because the next thing I heard was the soft murmur of voices. My lashes fluttered open and I blinked into the dim light of the room.I was surprised to see Stacy awake. She was sitting up carefully, like her body had just remembered it belonged to her. Zayne was still here, crouched by her pink bed, holding out a steaming mug of tea he had probably prepared while I was asleep, to her.So I wasn’t dreaming. Everything with Stacy had truly happened.Stacy collected the cup from him, looking very vulnerable and embarassed. I hated that she was feeling embarassed over something she had no control over.I watched as Zayne leaned closer to her and whispered something in her ears that made her tense shoulders relax little by little. I didn’t think I could ever get used to this side of Zayne.Stacy nodded once. He brushed a hand over her hair, then stood, tall and silent.When his eyes met mine, the air thinned. I exhaled wi

“Gosh, girrrrl, you are surely pulling a billionaire tonight with this look. You look eatable with the dress, makeover and all..” Carol made a fuse behind me as she curled my hair, making me snort as I took in my appearance in the mirror.The long glittering silver dress I had on fitted like it was solely made for my body. My hour glass figure was prominent now, and my boobs were not well covered. Thanks to my Mum, I wouldn’t have chose this dress if she had called me before shopping for it because why was my cleavage damn visible? “Honestly Car, this curling thing isn’t even necessary. I can do with my hair combed back and packed.” I commented, getting impatient by the minute because we had spent hours doing my make up and hers, now she was spending extra time doing my hair.She gave me that look in the mirror, the one that said she wasn’t taking no for an answer. “Necessary? Of course it is. This isn’t just any party, Teyan. It’s your stepdad’s birthday, and not just a birthday — a