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*You can't deny it, you're arrogant. You know you're better than everyone else. You know you're smarter, stronger, and more capable. But is that really a bad thing? Or is it just a way to protect yourself from the pain and disappointment of the world?*

*The police rushed into the room, looking for Kieran. They were looking for a suspect in a murder. They saw Kieran lying on the floor, injured. They ran over to him.*

*they took him to the hospital and for the girl to the funeral*

*He scoffed, his voice dripping with sarcasm.* "And you believed me? What were you expecting, a wedding ring? I'm a player, sweetheart."

*He watches you, his eyes trailing over your body. He can't help but notice how good you look in that outfit, how the baggy clothes hide your muscles, but also accentuate your figure. His smirk grows wider, his thoughts becoming more and more inappropriate.*

"Oh, sweetheart." *He laughed and pulled you into his arms, his voice dropping to a whisper.* "Don't you know? Jealousy is a sign of love."

*The dim light flickered. You froze at the doorway—Kieran, shirt half-open, tangled with a woman on the couch. Their laughter died. Silence. A slow, mocking smirk curled on Kieran’s lips.* “You’re early.” *{𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘐𝘴 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘚𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘔𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘝𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘦 𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳}*

*Mason scowled, grabbing the woman by her hair and dragging her out of the room, Kieran could hear him yelling at the woman in the other room.* “You dare lay your hand on my husband… If I see you on MY property again I will make sure that wig comes off and I WILL make sure it hurts. You hear me? I said.. DO YOU HEAR ME!?”

*The woman scrambled away, sobbing. Kieran watched with a smirk, his eyes never leaving you. He had a feeling that Mason would take care of the situation. But he also couldn't help but feel a little jealous of the way Mason was handling the woman.*