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Me: I will try.

“Who are you texting?” asks Eli, turning around in his seat to look at me.

I gulp, fear setting in. Will they be mad if I talk to Sam? I have no doubt they will be, so instead, I delete the messages and lock my phone, placing it in my bag.

“Just my mom. She is worried about Taylor,” I tell them.

Eli watches me for a second before turning back around; Cyrus looks at me in the mirror again before his eyes go back to the road.

When we get to the office, we manage to catch the elevator up to our floor. Eli’s phone rings, and he answers it, going into his office and closing the door behind him. I walk toward my desk when Cyrus grabs my arm, tugging me back before turning and walking us to his office and shoving me inside. He closes the door, locking it as I nearly stumble in these goddamn heels.

“Hand it over,” he says, walking toward me while I step back, afraid of the furious look on his face.

“Your phone. I know you were lying. Now give me your phone, Adeline.”

I shake my head, taking another step back as his eyes turn red, his face turning demonic, and I watch as his fangs protrude, my ass coming in contact with his desk.

“Now, Addie,” he demands, holding his hand out expectantly.

“I wasn’t lying,” I tell him.

He rips my bag off before rummaging through it and pulling out my phone. He clicks the phone screen, realizing I have changed the password, which used to be my birthday.

“Unlock it.”

“No, I was only talking to mom.”

“If that is true, you won’t have a problem with me seeing your phone then. Now, unlock it, Addie, or you won’t like what I do next,” he says, thrusting the phone in my hand.

I unlock it, typing in Maya’s date of birth. He snatches it from me, scrolling through my inbox, which is empty because I have deleted the texts. He growls before placing my phone on his desk and leaning closer, and I lean back as he towers over me.

“Who were you messaging, Addie?” he growls below my ear, his hands on either side, caging me in.

“My mom,” I stutter out, my blood running cold as his face goes to my neck. I feel his tongue run over my mark, making me shiver.

“I will only ask one more time, Addie. Now, who were you messaging?” he asks, his breath fanning my neck, his hand moving and going to my neck as his fingers wrap around it.

“I hate liars,” he growls, his grip tightening, and I gasp from the pressure, tears spilling over and onto my cheeks, and my entire body starts to tremble.

“Cyrus!” I gasp, trying to breathe as his grip suddenly cuts off my air, my face changing color when he suddenly loosens his grip.

He kisses my lips softly, his other hand going to the fabric of my shirt as he pops one button before moving to the next, his hand moving and brushing my cleavage while the other still holds my throat.

“I will find out, and when I do, you will wish you never lied, Addie,” he says, his nail moving over my breast above my bra.

I whimper when I feel his nail cut across my breast, followed by a warm trickle of blood, when he grabs my chin, turning my face away before dipping his head. His tongue runs along the cut before he kisses my jaw, then the side of my mouth.

“You taste so good,” he whispers against my lips before biting my bottom lip and sucking it into his mouth, his fangs slicing through it painfully, making me cry out.

“Are you lying to me?” he asks, and I say nothing, his arm wrapping around my waist as he forces me on top of his desk, pushing between my legs.

“I have ways of making you do anything I want. Would you like me to show you?” he asks.

I shake my head, wondering what he means. His hands move to my thighs as he pushes them further apart before pushing my skirt up to my hips and exposing my black-lace underwear.

“Sam. I was talking to Sam,” I confess as I feel his hand brushing the lace before cupping my pussy.

He growls low before removing his hand, gripping my panties’ waistband and ripping them down my legs, just as the door opens. Eli walks in, and he looks at me, startled.