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Clearing my throat, I say in my best customer service voice, “Sir, we are closing in about forty-five minutes. It’s earlier than usual, but our librarian had something come up. Sorry for any inconvenience.” I give him the same line I told the girl, figuring it went smoothly the first time so it’ll probably work again.

His shoulders tense and his back goes rigid. He seems a bit jumpy.

“Sorry sir, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

He doesn’t lower his book, but I can see him nodding behind it.He seems spooked right now, I wonder if he’s okay.

Goosebumps suddenly line my arms as I stand here. Something feels off.

“Sir, is everything alright?” I’m honestly not so sure why I’m so concerned about this guy, but I have a weird feeling. Call it a gut reaction, call it intuition, I don’t know.

He sighs, bowing his head behind the book, which he eventually lowers. He lifts his head and his bright blue eyes lock onto mine.

What. The. Fuck?

There is no way that what I’m looking at is real. I blink my eyes multiple times, expecting him to be gone each time I open them.

This is real.

I’d recognize those deep oceans of blue anywhere.

My betrayer, in the flesh.

Greyson Nash.

“Hello, Lainey.” His voice is soft, deep, and honestly really sexy.Shit, I can’t be thinking that.It echoes through my head, pounding into my skull. If he says anything further to me, I don’t hear him.

I stumble a bit as my legs go weak, my knees buckling underneath me. He quickly pushes out of his chair and approaches me, obviously in an attempt to stop me from falling. I catch myself on the edge of the table and lift my hand, stopping him before he can get any closer.

Shaking my head back and forth, all I can think about is the last time I saw him. The time he betrayed me, breaking me for good.

“Stop it!Just stop! I get it, Dad. I get it,” Greyson yells at his father, anger coursing through his voice.

This is what I’ve been dreading. It’s been two weeks since Omega beat the shit out of us after we tried to escape, and he’s been too calm since then. He’s barely even been around, which is unusual—he likes to keep an eye on his inventory.

“Oh yeah? Then prove it, Greyson. Get over here and touch her. Fuck her if you want. Show me that she’s nothing more than a warm hole to stick your little dick into,” Omega says so casually, like it’s just another day where he’s telling his thirteen-year-old son to have sex with some girl.

“No,” Greyson snaps.

“No? Well then, I’ll have to do it,” Omega says in a taunting tone, as he slides his hand under the long, ratty shirt that I’m wearing. Thankfully, I’m wearing panties under this shirt, but that’s all I have on. There’s only a thin layer of fabric keeping him from touching me.

Greyson approaches me, his hands balled into fists.“I’ll do it!” he shouts.

I can feel agony spreading through my chest. Nothing like this should ever be pushed on someone, no matter the circumstances. I just want normal. I want my first relationship to be real, not something like this—something that’s forced upon me. Tears well up in my eyes, as I feel a hint of betrayal course through me. He knows how terrified I am, but he’s still going to do it.

I understand he’d rather it be him than his father, but I don’t want this. I don’t want any of this.

“Good. Now get over here, son.”

His eyes are pleading with me, but I refuse to let go of his gaze. I’m trying to detach my feelings from this and just let whatever happens, happen. I’m not sure if I’ll ever come back from this. I’m not sure Greyson and I will ever be the same.

He mouths “I’m sorry” to me before he reaches under my shirt, grabbing my breast in his hand. It’s a conflicting feeling that just makes me feel dirty. I’m uncomfortable with everything about this situation. The only part I’m happy about is that it’s Greyson and not Omega with his hands on me.

“No,” I whisper, hoping my plea will stop him.

“I’m so sorry, Lainey. Please, please forgive me,” Greyson whispers in my ear, only loud enough for me to hear.

“Just get it over with,” I say softly, desperate for it to end.

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