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God. School. I fucking hate it.
That has to be why I’m in such a sour mood from one simple confrontation.
Simple my ass. That bitch tried to hurt my Zander. MY Masked Lover.
With a huff of frustration, I enter the courtyard, only to realize I don’t even know where the fuck I’m going.
Great.
“You’re so hot when you’re angry.”
I pout and turn my head to the right to see Zander right next to me with the biggest grin on his face.
Afull-on, teeth-glimmering smile that makes my heart skip a beat.
Whatever I was seething about seems to go right out of my mind as I stared at him in horror.
“God, did I break you or something?” I ask and watch him chuckle as he has an arm around my shoulder, pulling me into his side.
“Maybe,” he suggests and leans over to give me a tender kiss. “Thank you, Ruthless Queen.”
I feel the heat creeping down my cheeks.
“Y-You don’t even have to thank me,” I hiss and try to look anywhere but him. It makes me realize that we’re literally standing in the middle of the courtyard, the busiest place yet.
Surrounded by eyes of envy from the 90% of women observing our ‘little’ moment.
“Ugh,” I huff under my breath. “Why did I stop here?”
“Because you have no clue where you’re going?” Zander offers. “Need help?”
“Please,” I say in defeat.
Zander squeezes me gently before he lets me go and takes my hand in his.
“Let me lead the way.”
I try to ignore how so many lingering gazes watch us as we make our way toward a massive building that looks more like a fucking castle. Deep down, I worry that ignoring our surroundings can lead to another attempt at hurting Zander.
I shouldn’t be this overprotective.
Yet, here I am.
“Seriously though, you’re really attractive when you’re mad,” Zander compliments. I reward him with a side-eye as we enter the building and turn left into a quieter corridor. “And jealous.”
“I was not jealous,” I whine.Jealous of what? That bitch?“That bitch could have hurt you.”
“True,” he agrees. “But I don’t think any female has ever ‘manhandled’ Domino like that.”
“Manhandled?” I roll my eyes. “Woman-handled, and it’s about time someone did. Why wasn’t he upset?”
“He thinks Scarlett would never hurt us,” Zander admits. “A shame he doesn’t realize she fucking hates me.”
“Why?”
“I was kind of the reason why they broke up,” he says with a slight shrug as he tugs my hand and leads me to a stairwell. We begin to climb the spiraling stairs, the walls decorated with extremely expensive pieces of art. The frames alone look like real karat gold, making me wonder how much the entire wall is worth to be holding such rare pieces of painted masterpieces.
“Intentionally?” I inquire.
