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Me: That’s not true. PLEASE don’t come here.

Rain: Are you begging, baby?

Me: If I say yes, will you stay away?

Rain: Absolutely not. I’m still waiting for that video.

Me: You won’t be getting it.

I should have refrained from sending him that photo. I should refrain from ever replying to another message again. I hate that he’s got under my skin so easily, that I find my thoughts drifting to him. I fight it, but for some blasphemous reason, his grinning face returns, and I need to put in effort to push it away again.

I’m starved of what I want, and that’s the only reason he’s taken up residency in my brain.

He has qualities that aren’t overly repulsive, his entire physique being one and the fact that he helped my sister simply from asking, but his father has meddled in my career, and what little privacy I had at home has been taken over by this goddamn twat.

I ignore my phone buzzing. Once. Twice.

I head upstairs, strip off my clothes, and step into the shower. I haven’t studied game play, done my proper stretching, or even opened my binder today. My sisters and my career are what come first, in that order. He’ll be rid from my mind with a little willpower.

I suck in a startled breath when I roll a little on the sinking mattress. Before my groggy brain can wake, soft lips capture mine, and my heart skips. I pull my head back into the pillow, but they follow, sucking on my bottom lip. Trying to force my brain from its half sleep state, I shove my hands against damp fabric, the hard planes of his chest taut beneath my fingertips.

A deep groan makes me stiffen as weight settles over my body, his lips finally detaching. My chest heaves with a mixture of surprise, fear, and anger.

“Get out,” I rasp.

The dull moonlight spills in, glinting off the raindrops glistening in his hair. “No.”

“I won’t ask again.”

“Please do,” he taunts. “I want to see if you’ll use that bat.”

I rip my arm up, only for it to be caught and pinned back down. “Pl-please.”

“Get on your knees and ask me.”

Bloody hell.

I throw my weight forward, but his knees settle on either side of me, pinning me under the covers. My senses are now fully awake, and I smell it. “Do you smoke?”

“I’m trying to quit. I came straight from the airstrip because I needed to see my King. I’m sorry, I should’ve showered before I came.”

My King? Did he seriously just call me that?

“How did you get in? I changed the pin,” I whisper.

“I’m the master. I receive a text when the pin is changed.”

Of course he does.

His head lowers again and I turn mine away, forcing his lips to land on my embarrassingly hot cheek.

“I’ll go shower,” he chirps.

I wait for him to remove himself before pulling back the blanket to throw myself out of bed. “Get. Out,” I growl.

His silhouette stops in the doorway. “I told you what that does to me, Rome.”

I tap my lamp, and my outstretched hand freezes. It’s gone. My phone’s gone. Again.