I nodded once.
“Sure. I consent. It doesn’t matter anyway. You’re not going to win, Callum Walker.” I used his full name and switched my voice to the tone I used at work when delegating tasks to contractors.
The corner of his mouth twitched at my shift in demeanor.
“Get out of the car,” he ordered, releasing his grip on my neck.
I didn’t waste any time scrambling out of the passenger seat. Once I was out, he popped open the glove compartment and grabbed a small bottle of something I couldn’t make out. He shoved it in his back pocket and followed me out into the field.
Alexa, play: Fistfight - The Ballroom Thieves
It was insane how easy it was for Ryan to trigger me. Honestly, I was pretty proud of myself for handling this situation as calmly as I did. When I walked into that cafe and heard that chick proposition him, I nearly murdered her right in the middle of that coffee shop.
The only thing that stopped me was the fact that Ryan would have, for sure, never spoken to me again. Like, even if I kidnapped him and tied him up, I didn’t think he would ever get over me breaking an innocent woman’s neck in front of him.
Sooooo, I let her go.
Womp womp.
He kept trying to talk to me in the car, but I needed a minute to gather my thoughts and figure out what I was going to do about him. The fact that I had come that close to impulsively murdering a bitch was somewhat concerning.
I was definitely a little reckless at times, but even I knew better than to off someone in the middle of a public space in broad daylight. The fact that Ryan had the power to make me that crazy was a problem.
I’m not going to lie; I contemplated just killing him and being done with it for the majority of the drive. That was why I brought us to a secluded spot.
But, when he straight up asked me if I brought him there to kill him, and he looked at me with those fuckinggorgeousbrandy eyes—I knew I was fucked.
I would never kill Ryan Fairview simply because I couldn’t own someone if they were fucking dead.
He wasmine.As much as he didn’t have a choice in it, neither did I. So, the only option here was to make it clear that he was officially off limits to anyone else.
I’d started the conversation intending to essentially tell him that. Imagine my fucking surprise when my little ginger snap decided he wanted to make a game out of it.
The game he proposed wasn’t about whether or not we would be engaging in a relationship of some kind.
Nope.
It was about who was in charge of said relationship, which was not what I had been expecting.
The darkness that had been swirling in my chest since I had seen him sitting with that woman evaporated and was replaced with something much more safe and familiar.
My sweet, loveable little ginger snap wanted a fight for dominance, so a fight he was going to fucking get.
He was so cute and confident. He even used his‘businessman voice’on me, like that made him the boss or something.
I just wanted to pinch his fucking cheeks!
God, I couldn’t wait to fuck the sass right out of him.
I snatched up a bottle of lube on my way out of the car because there was absolutely no fucking way Ryan was going to win this fight. And once I inevitably beat him down, I was planning on finger fucking his ass until he agreed to all of my rules.
As much as I wanted toactuallyfuck him, I wouldn’t be doing that today. I hadn’t been kidding when I told him I was too big for him. There was no way I was shoving my dick up there until I had taken the time to properly prep him, so my fingers would have to do for now.
But as I followed him out into the field and he bounced on the balls of his feet, shaking his arms out to warm up, all I could think was how good he was going to look bent over with his ass in the air and completely at my mercy.
“You ready?” He asked, still hopping around like his feet were on fire.
I smirked at him.
