But apparently, that is no longer the case.
It is almost as though my cock has stopped responding to anyone who is not a certain girl with wide hazel eyes and way too much control over my fucking head.
Because lately, she is all I see.
All I fucking want.
“No,” I say plainly.
She blinks, clearly caught off guard, though she recovers quickly. Leaning closer, her fingers brush over my arm.
“I was saying… perhaps we could continue this conversation over a drink.” What she probably considers a flirtatious smile crosses her face. Unfortunately for her, all it does is annoy me. “You could stand to let loose a little.”
I pull my arm from her touch, suddenly disgusted by the thought of her hands on my body.
“No,” I repeat.
She parts her lips again, entirely undeterred, but I speak before she has the chance.
“Get out.”
She narrows her eyes, though the smile remains fixed on her face. The moment she notices my expression, that smile drops slightly in annoyance. “You are such a bloody brute.”
“And don’t you forget it,” I reply, my attention already back on the papers on my desk, not bothering to look at her as I hear her walk out of the room.
Good riddance.
I don’t get much time to myself before the bloody door opens and someone strolls in.
“Mr Wardgrave,” Isaak Markev, future Pakhan of the Markev Bratva, says as he walks into the classroom.
I give him a brief nod, my eyes landing on the knowing grin on his face.
Isaak comes from one of the five founding families of Velmark Academy and is therefore part of the Ferrum Syndicate, same as me, and despite the few years between us, we have always been close.
Or at least as close as men like us are capable of being.
And he has an ulterior motive for being at this damned academy. On this damned island. More than the rest of us, anyway. That much is obvious.
Did I question it, though?
Absolutely not.
Because even if we are all members of the Ferrum Syndicate, the Markev family practically runs the bloody thing.
So when Isaak announced that we had apparently formed some sort of “truce” with the Thirteen Circle and would be attending their academy for a period of time, I was supposedly stunned.
Except I wasn’t.
That is complete bullshit.
To be shocked would require me to care, and I certainly don’t.
I don’t give two fucks.
I agreed easily because it meantshewas here. And once again, against my better judgement, I wanted to see her again.
Needed towould probably be the more accurate wording.
