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“His sister is important to him. And now that the load of stress is off him … you’re just seeing him for who he really is,” Milo says.

“Whatever.” I sigh out loud. “Still … that doesn’t mean you can just walk up to me and my friends.”

He pouts. “Why not?”

“Well, you literally just outed me to my friends. What if they tell Felix, huh?”

His brow rises. “Would that be such a bad thing?”

I just stare at him with my jaw dropped. “Felixhatesyou guys. Like, I’m not kidding. He’d actually cut out your eye and feed it to you for touching me.”

“Oh … fuck, that just made my cock hard.”

I slap him in the face. “Focus!”

“Present!”

“Don’t talk to me in public,” I say, trying to ignore his obvious hard-on. “Not in front of anyone. I don’t want this to get out.”

His eyes narrow, and he tilts his head. “Are you embarrassed to be seen with me?”

My cheeks flush, but I roll my eyes and turn away so he won’t see. “Embarrassed is a strong word.”

There’s a pause. “You like me.”

My eyes widen, and I turn my head to glance at him. Big mistake because that stupid shit-eating grin of his only makes my blush worse.

“No, I don’t.”

“Yes, you do.” He pushes himself off the wall and approaches me, and when I try to move away, he grabs my arm. “Don’t run away from this.”

“I’m not running anywhere.”

“You don’t like to be confronted with the truth,” he says.

He pushes my hair behind my ear, his fingers lingering near my neck, every touch sending delicious shocks up my spine.

Fuck, stop this, Lana.

“Fine, you want the truth? We made a deal. My body for your silence. You’re not being silent right now.”

“I’ll be quiet for my queen whenever she demands …”

Oh, there he goes again.

“Don’t,” I grit.

“Don’t what?” He tips up my chin. “Treat you like you deserve to be treated?”

I gulp at the intensity with which he says those words. “I never asked—”

“You don’t have to ask. Like I said … I’m at your service … I don’t want this to be just about some deal,” he says, pulling me closer.

My eyes narrow. Fine. He wants to play this game? I’ll play. “Then tell me who that guy was you were talking to.”

“A friend.”

“What kind of friend?”

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