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Smirking, I fall into step with him. “I don’t know how to explain Zachary. He stopped me as I was on my way to see Isaac, but started getting angry at my tone. I don’t want anything to do with him, and I will never trust him again. It’s bad enough he finds me whenever I’m working in the greenhouse.” I sigh. “Then he became irrational when he found out I was taking extra classes with Isaac.”

“You’re not really taking instruction from him,” Ayden chuckles. “Silla, your skill level is better than mine. It’s more that it makes Isaac hard as fuck to watch you hack into top security level systems.”

Blushing, I shrug. “Well, whatever you want to call it, Zachary told me it would never change my designation or section. I’m destined to be the Queen’s whore either way, so there’s no point to it,” I explain.

“Motherfucker,” Ayden mutters. Sidney is up ahead in basketball shorts, a sheen of delicious sweat covering his body. The man isn’t wearing a shirt, and with all of those muscles on display, all I can think about is the all night sex session he, Andrya, and I had. “Sidney, want to torture someone for me?”

Turning in our direction, his lips twitch in amusement. Emerald, cold eyes begin to warm a touch as he sees me. “I don’t actually need a reason to do this,” he chuckles. “What’s going on?”

“Zachary pushed Silla in the hallway and called her a whore,” Ayden says, making it sound as bad as possible.

My lips part to explain what happened, but Ayden nudges me to stay quiet.

“Is he missing anything, Pet?” Sidney asks, his hand reaching out to cup my jaw.

“No, Sir,” I breathe, not missing how Ayden grunts as he adjusts himself.

“Fuck if that isn’t sexy, Kitten. Silla was knocked down by the douche bag, so maybe you could get her on some weights? Baby, we need to get some muscles on your pretty, little frame,” Ayden says. “You’re doing so well during hand to hand practice, but a little weight training will only help you.”

Sidney nods, and I know it’s already decided. “Yeah,” he grunts. “When you’re done in Isaac’s office, change into shorts, a top, and a sports bra. I don’t want you knocking out anyone with those gorgeous tits.”

Rolling my eyes, I shake my head. I’m finally more comfortable showing my real self with them. It’s always when there aren’t many people around, or no one can hear me that I drop the facade. Habits are hard to break.

“My tits will be as bounce free as they can be,” I mutter. “Gods, are you going to make me run too?”

“Maaybee,” Sidney smirks. “Are you going to be brave today and bring Isaac back into your harem’s fold?”

Flushing in embarrassment, I shake my head. “I don’t have a harem,” I hiss.

“Okay, Kitten,” Ayden teases. “Go make nice with the cute nerd boy.”

Walking away, I snort as I get to Isaac’s office, happy he didn’t witness any of that ridiculous conversation. Knocking on his partially open door, I peek inside.

Glancing up, Isaac smiles tiredly. “Hey, Silla. Come on in. Are you having a good day?”

Yep, I definitely need to fix this.

Coming in, I close the door behind me, locking it. Usually, I keep it open, or we go into the courtyard because it’s not as stifling. However, I’m focused on Isaac and nothing else.

Let’s be brave today.

“I’m having an ‘okay’ day,” I tell him, smiling as I walk to his desk. I don’t want to get into my altercation with Zachary, because it’ll hijack my conversation. I have no doubt Sidney will torture the fucker, and Ayden will probably give his pretty-boy face a makeover.

“Oh…” Isaac drawls, pushing away from the desk for a moment. Sensing my intent, he places his hands on my waist as I straddle his lap. The look of surprise makes my heart hurt. “What’s going on, Little Hacker?”

Taking his face in my hands, I brush my lips against his. “Nothing that isn’t a long damn time coming. I don’t know how to say it, so I want to show you. I forgive you, Baby.”

Kissing him hard, I can feel some of the tension drain from his body. “I’m sorry I made you wait so long,” I murmur against his lips.

“Baby Girl, I’d wait till the end of time. I fucked up. You’re always on my mind. Work is insane right now, and I still just want to see your beautiful green eyes crinkle as you find something funny. I’m obsessed with the pretty flush that graces your skin when you’re embarrassed or turned on. I just love you,” Isaac confesses, taking my breath away.

Taking over our kiss, he swipes his tongue along the seam of my lips, asking to be let in. After weeks of half-conversations, avoidance, and awkwardness, I’m ready to give him everything.

When his tongue brushes against mine, I moan softly. Issac’s hands run up my body as if he’s a man who has been denied water and has finally been allowed a taste. He’s reverent in his touches, making my back arch with a gasp as he cups and squeezes my breasts.

“I’ve missed you so much,” Isaac whispers. I’ve been so caught up in the feel of the man, I haven’t responded to his whispered confession.

“I miss you too. I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to get to this place. The truth is, I forgave you ages ago… I just couldn’t find the words,” I murmur. It sounds dumb now that I say it out loud, but Isaac merely smiles indulgently at me.