PopularNovelChapter 306 But of course, there are always exceptions.
Take Lysander's father, Conrad Montgomery. The man was hopelessly devoted to his wife-so much so that it still surprised Mila sometimes. After all, he was the first of the Montgomerys to break the mold.
But honestly, compared to Lysander, Archie was a much better companion. He was the warm-hearted type- maybe a little too nosy and gossipy for his own good, but harmless all the same.
Still, the mess between her and Lysander? That was the last thing she'd ever share with Archie. Once he knew, the whole world would know.
"Grown-ups' business, Archie. Kids shouldn't pry," Mila teased, her mood suddenly lifting for reasons she couldn't explain.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtArchie bristled at that.
Amidst the bickering, they managed to finish their meal. Afterwards, they headed to the cottage Archie had booked. At least tonight, they wouldn't be sleeping in the car. After a hot shower and stto freshen up, Mila was out like a light, her mind drifting into a deep, dreamless sleep.
Northpoint University, gymnasium.
The basketball ghad just wrapped up, and the men's locker room was buzzing with energy. A dozen guys- bare-chested, muscles rippling-shoved and joked with one another, their laughter echoing off the tile.
The conversation started with dinner plans, but soon devolved into crude jokes about bedroom exploits. Someone called out to Lysander, who was still dressed in his tracksuit, leaning against the lockers. "Hey, Lysander, you not changing? We're hitting the bar tonight, you coming?" Lysander smiled. "Not tonight, guys. I'm heading home." The guy gave him a funny look. "What's up with you lately? Always sneaking off after practice, never hanging with us anymore. Wait-don't tellyou're seeing someone? When did this happen? And where's the lucky girl? You gotta introduce her to the crew, man!" "If she's caught Lysander's eye, she must be something special," someone else chimed in, and the rest of the team whooped in agreement.
Lysander just shook his head. "You guys have too much free time. Now get out of here-drinks are ontonight." "Now that's what I call generosity!" someone cheered.
The guys erupted into cheers, and the teasing faded as everyone changed and left in pairs, still laughing and shoving each other on their way out.
Soon, Lysander was alone in the locker room.
He turned, a slow smile spreading across his face, and opened a tall locker. Inside, a girl sat curled up, her eyes covered with a tie, her cheeks flushed deep red.
"Why didn't you take off the tie?" he asked softly.
She pressed her lips together, voice cool. "Didn't want to see something that would ruin my day." Mila was still annoyed. She'd barely finished her afternoon classes when Lysander messaged, telling her to cto the gym. Their two-month "contract relationship" had terms-no crossing the line, no going public, but otherwise they were supposed to act like any real couple. Still, Mila never imagined he'd take things this far.
She thought she was just picking up her on-paper boyfriend for dinner, but instead, he whisked her straight into the men's locker room and kissed her- without the slightest care for the setting, as if the "no public displays" clause meant nothing. He didn't seem the least bit worried about being caught.
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Sure enough, they barely shared a kiss before the door swung open, and she ended up hiding in the focker like this. Mila had never dated before was this what relationships were supposed to be like?
Truth be told, Mila didn't want to be found out. This was just a contract, a om temporary arrangement she agreed to out of necessity. If it ended publicly, it would be nothing but a joke. She understood the nature of this relationship perfectly. She kept her wits about her.
With a frown, she started to stand, reaching up to remove the tie from her eyes. "I'm not coming here again..." But before she could finish, he caught her hand midair.
She barely had tto react before his fingers wrapped around her wrist-warm, firm, and slow as they m, firm, traced from her brow down her cheek, feather-light, sending a shiver down her spine as he tugged the tie lower. With her vision blocked, every sound and sensation felt magnified.
She heard his breath grow heavier, felt the air turn heated between them. His voice was low and rough, rumbling right by her ear, and she could feel her face burn.
"I wanted to do this back when you were my assistant," he murmured. "Undress you, piece by piece-right here in the locker, just like this..."
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