My Fake Boyfriend Is the School Bad Boy novel Chapter 83

Chapter 83 Jealousy Showing Without Any Restraint

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“The titration is done, Hayes, Ryder stated. The tone was deadpan, holding a lethal, quiet promise. “Step back.”

Julian nodded once, a frantic, jerky movement. He pressed his spine against the back counter, putting as much distance between himself

and Ryder as the small aisle allowed.

We walked out of the chemistry lab. The silence in the room remained absolute until we crossed the threshold and turned the corner into

the C-wing.

The corridor was empty. The classroom doors were shut.

Ryder did not let go of me. His grip tightened, his fingers pressing into the fabric of my uniform skirt. He marched us down the hallway, navigating the turns with rigid, determined strides. We bypassed my locker. We bypassed the cafeteria. We pushed through the heavy glass exit doors and stepped out into the biting April wind.

The afternoon sky was a bruised, hazy gray. The asphalt of the South Lot felt rough beneath my shoes.

We reached his dark blue Ford truck.

Ryder dropped my canvas backpack onto the hood. The heavy thud echoed across the empty parking lot. He turned me around, pressing my back against the passenger door. The cold metal bit through my blazer, a sharp contrast to the furnace of his body trapping me in

place.

He planted his hands on the roof of the truck, caging me between his arms.

His chest heaved. He stared down at me, his hazel eyes burning with a chaotic, restless energy. The restraint he exercised in the classroom

was cracking.

‘He touched your hair, Ryder rasped. The words scraped against the freezing air.

“He was just flirting,” I said, keeping my gaze locked on his. “He is an idiot. It didn’t mean anything.”

It means something to me, Ryder shot back. The muscle beneath his cheek ticked in a rapid, erratic pulse. “I sat in the shop room for forty minutes. I stared at a clock. I knew you were in that lab with him. I knew he would try it.”

I reached up. I flattened my palms against the center of his chest. I felt the erratic, thunderous beating of his heart beneath his faded t-

shirt.

“You didn t hit him, I pointed out. I traced the seam of his shirt with my thumb, offering a grounding anchor.

I promised you,” Ryder breathed. He leaned his forehead against mine. He closed his eyes, dragging oxygen into his lungs. ‘I promised you no more collateral damage. But it took everything I had, Raisa. When I saw his hand near your face, I wanted to tear the room apart.”

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Chapter 83 Jealousy Showing Without Any Restraint

“I told him to back off,” I murmured.

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“It shouldn’t require a conversation,” he said. He opened his eyes. The raw, unprotected intensity in his stare stripped the breath from my lungs. “They need to understand. The whole school needs to understand. You are not a target. You are not an option.”

He moved his hands from the roof of the truck. He framed my face, his calloused thumbs sweeping across my cheekbones.

“You are mine, Ryder stated.

The words did not carry the artificial weight of our old contract. They were not designed for an audience. They were a confession, a heavy, desperate truth spoken into the desolate parking lot.

“I am, I agreed. I tilted my chin up, leaning into the rough texture of his hands.

Ryder groaned. The sound was thick, ragged, and completely unguarded. He crushed his mouth against mine.

The kiss possessed a starving, frantic edge. He parted my lips, demanding access, pouring every ounce of his adrenaline and jealousy into the connection. I gripped the thick leather lapels of his jacket, holding on as the world spun off its axis. He tasted like dark coffee and danger. His tongue swept along the roof of my mouth, erasing every thought, every equation, every lingering memory of the chemistry

lab.

He pressed his body flush against mine, pinning me to the door of the truck. I felt the hard, rigid tension in his muscles. I surrendered to the gravity of his touch, kissing him back with an equal, desperate fervor.

The biting wind whipped my hair across our faces. We did not stop. We stood in the freezing lot, consumed by a fire that burned away the remaining fragments of our fake relationship.

Ryder pulled back. His chest heaved against mine. His lips were flushed, his dark hair a messy tangle.

He rested his forehead against mine, his breathing ragged.

I am coming over tonight, he declared. The gravel in his voice left no room for argument.

My pulse spiked. A new, dangerous thrill raced through my veins.

“My parents are home tonight, I warned him. My voice sounded breathless, completely wrecked by his kiss. “My dad locks the deadbolt at

ten o’clock. He checks the security system before he goes to sleep.”

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“I don’t care about the deadbolt, Ryder said.

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