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My fingers tightened.

“We’ll need to plan something like that soon,” I responded, glancing at Jenner again.

Dominick joined the group and handed me my vodka. “I had them make you a triple.”

“Even better,” I told him, and I immediately brought the drink up to my lips, swallowing several gulps.

As it burned the back of my throat, I glanced at the couple one more time.

The couple.

I couldn’t believe I was actually fucking calling them that.

Not that they’d ever reach that status.

But still, they looked that way at the table.

And as though Macon could sense my stare, his eyes shifted over in my direction, and a smile grew across his lips. His eyelids then narrowed, and he nodded at me.

He fucking nodded, like he was accepting the piece of meat that I’d served to him.

That motherfucker.

I couldn’t be mad.

Not at him or her.

This was my fault.

My doing.

I was the one who had told her that I didn’t think she could handle this. That she was going to get emotions involved in the process of this proposition, and when we finished every lesson, she’d lose it.

A virgin as sensitive as Oaklyn surely needed some tenderness after a guy touched her body, and I’d warned her that wasn’t the kind of guy I was.

But two lessons had passed, and she’d held it together each time.

She seemed fine.

She wasn’t getting attached.

Yet here I was, staring at the two of them, practically snarling when he was only talking to her.

But it was his intentions that drove me mad.

It was his thoughts that I could see as clear as day.

It was the fact that she was mine.

Mine?

Goddamn it, Camden, what the hell is wrong with you?

Oaklyn Rose wasn’t mine.

I didn’t do that kind of ownership when it came to women.

I didn’t do multiple nights in a row.

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