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trembling as the boys cornered me

ke I didn't have a care in the world. But then, everything went downhill. My head started spinning, and I felt myself losing co

so close it made me panic. My vision blurred, a mix of alcoh

boys were yanked away from me. Through my haze, I saw Ryder's f

, closing my eyes and collapsing into his

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, their hand gently patting my cheek. I forced

r's deep, familiar voice pier

o him, breathing in his intoxicat

t firm, authoritative tone he always used when he was upset. "You'r

ake, my eyes flying wide open. "No, please do

lutching his shirt as panic set in. "

se kinds of parties," he demanded, h

t was wrong with me? I shouldn't be feeling like this for Ryder Knight. Yes, he was the

t Enterprises, a company he had propelled to success with his sharp business acumen. But it

er's family was wealthy, practically untouchable, while my dad was just a humble

seen me as a kid, a little sister, and referred to me as his baby girl. When I moved to his city, he made it his mission to ensure I never felt lonely. Every Friday

me," I murmured

my ear, and his deep, manly voice made m

s Lamborghini. He gently placed me in the passenger seat, leaning over to buckle me in. His minty bre

im like this. He only sees you as

, Ryder was out of my league, and I coul

door of the driver side open and closed and sensed Ryder tak

ide and woke up to find myself scope

he kept walking toward the bedroom. When he placed me on the bed and was about to leave, some

und his neck and pulled him closer. His eyes were full of confusion, his lips parted to ask