My chest tightens involuntarily at the mention of her name—the girl who seems to hold everyone’s strings in her perfectly manicured hands, including mine. She always knows exactly where to press to make things hurt.
“It’s not like I have much of a choice,” I reply evenly, though my voice wavers just slightly at the edges.
That’s when Ryker speaks up, his tone low and venomous. “Of course not,” he spits out bitterly. “Any excuse to be a slut, right?”
I whip around sick of everyone assuming I’m some w***e because of my ranking. “Excuse me?”
He steps forward, eyes blazing. “How could you just f**k some random guy because she told you to?”
“It has nothing to do with you,” I snap. “So, why don’t you get lost?”
Ryker doesn’t flinch; if anything, my defiance seems to ignite something in him
