The Bully's Obsession
His gaze remained fixed on his phone, occasionally flickering toward the door.
Why weren’t they here yet?
"Noah’s a nutcase," Kyle sighed, taking a drag from his cigarette. He sat alone, but Madeline was right beside him, desperately trying to get his attention.
"Should I help with that?" she asked sweetly.
"Don’t," Kyle snapped, his green eyes cold.
A frown appeared on her face, but she said nothing. She was determined he would be hers if she just played her cards right.
Meanwhile, Noah was having the time of his life. Red-haired Zoe was giving him a lap dance like a pro, grinding against his hips and shoving her more than bountiful breasts in his face. He laughed at his friends before capt
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