Chapter 57
Chapter 57
ZANE
I watched her rush into The Gridiron like her ass was on fire.
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My jaw was clenched so tight it hurt. That little fucking stunt in the car, telling me she had the “right” to go on dates still had my blood boiling.
She was wearing baggy grey trousers that somehow still couldn’t hide the thick curve of her thighs and ass. paired with an/ oversized grey shirt that swallowed her frame but still let me see the soft sway of her full tits when she moved. Her long golden blonde hair swished down her back, the ends brushing against her waist with every hurried step.
Fuck.
Even when she was running away from me, she looked like she was made to be ruined.
I sat in the car for a minute, gripping the steering wheel, watching the door she disappeared through.
Jason.
That British pretty-boy cunt thought he could take her out tonight? Thought he could smile at her with that fake gentleman act while I was the one who had her pinned and whimpering less than twenty-four hours ago?
The thought made something violent twist in my chest.
I wanted to follow her inside, throw her over my shoulder, and drag her back home. Lock her in my room. Remind her exactly who the fuck she belonged to until she couldn’t even say his name anymore.
But I stayed seated.
For now.
My phone buzzed. Tyler.
I ignored it.
Instead, I leaned back in the seat, eyes still fixed on the entrance of the bar. I could picture her inside right now, flustered, cheeks pink, tugging at her baggy shirt because she knew I was still out here thinking about her.
A dark smirk pulled at my lips, even as my split lip stung.
She could try to run to Jason.
She could try to act like she had any choice in this.
But we both knew the truth..
Every time she breathed, every time her thighs pressed together, every time she bit that fucking lip, she was thinking about
I started the car but didn’t drive off yet.
I’d let her work her shift.
Let her think she had some freedom.
Then tonight?
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I’d remind her who she really answered to.
Because Astra Hawthorne could giggle on the phone with that weak-ass boy all she wanted.
At the end of the day…
She was coming home to me.
And the next time I got my hands on her, I wasn’t going to stop at just kissing.
I sat there for another minute, watching the entrance of The Gridiron like a fucking stalker.
My blood was still hot from her little rebellious speech in the car.
“I have the right to go on dates.”
The audacity made me want to laugh and punish her at the same time.
I finally pulled out of the parking lot and started driving, one hand on the wheel, the other gripping the gear shift too tight
I drove straight to Apex, my family’s private sports complex. Only the richest families in the city had access. Indoor turf fields, state-of-the-art gym, recovery rooms, everything. My father made sure I had 24/7 access.
I needed to burn this jealousy out of my system before I did something stupid like walk back into that bar and drag her out by her hair.
The second I stepped into the private gym, I changed into workout clothes and went straight for the weights.
I pushed myself harder than usual, deadlifts, bench press, shoulder presses until my muscles screamed and sweat poured down my back.
But even then, I couldn’t stop thinking about her.
That baggy grey shirt hiding those full curves.
The way her golden hair swayed against her ass when she walked.
The way she’d gasped when I grabbed her jaw.
And now she thought she was going on a fucking date with Jason?
I dropped the barbell with a loud clang and grabbed my towel, breathing hard.
My phone buzzed.
Tyler: Bro where u at? We hitting the arcade later?
I ignored it.
Instead, I stared at my reflection in the mirror, tall, broad, shirtless, veins popping, sweat glistening. I looked exactly like what I was.
A predator.
And Astra was my prey.
I finished my workout around 3 PM, muscles burning, still pissed off.
After showering at Apex, I drove straight to Tyler’s house. The crew was already there, Tyler, Jax, Cristiano, and a few others
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chilling by the pool at his family’s massive estate. Music was blasting, a couple of girls from the cheer squad were lounging around, and they had a full spread of food and drinks.
“Captain finally shows up!” Tyler grinned, tossing me a cold beer.
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