My Secret, My Bully, My Mates. novel Chapter 229

Chapter 0229

Still laughing to myself | head back to the common area for just a bit longer. Lillian immediately grabs my hands and pulls me down to the seat.

“On my Goddess he was all over you! | want details."

“Lil, it’s not like that. He was just messing with me, my friends must have put him up to it knowing he was going to see me today. They are over at the rank training and they are all as*holes.” | tell her laughing.

“Well you do seem to get around don't you?” A snarky, but low voice afts over us.

| close my eyes and take a deep breath before turning to Audrina and her friends. “Not that it is any of your business, but | am friends with Prince Xander."

“What did he mean by there being more than a few people interested in your well being?” Bridget asks.

“Again, not any of your business, but he is training with some of my friends. He was implying he would be reporting back to them. It’s an inside joke, so it probably doesn't make any sense to you." | move to turn away from them, trying to end the conversation. No such luck.

“Who could you possibly be friends with that would be here training?"

“Broken record, it's none of your business.” | sighed out.

“And yet, we're still interested.” Audrina looks at her nails trying to give off the impression that she really couldn't care less, but would listen if |! gave her information.

“| wouldn’t dream of any such thing.” | mumble so only my friends can hear.

“Did she not see the same thing that we did? Nathaniel asks.

“He clearly paraded you around and was staking a pretty big claim. He must know you can't have your brand yet, or he doesn't fully realize how the brand works, cause none of these guys are even thinking about hitting on you. No matter how pretty you are.” His eyes go wide and he blushes when he realizes what he just said. “I... | mean... | mean... just that... you know, the hormone suppression and stuff...just, uh, yeah.” He looks down at his feet and won't look at me at all.

Lillian and Wyatt are fighting laughter at this point and | cant decide if | want to give Nathaniel a hard time or try to make him feel better. Before | can make any kind of decision, Lillian loops her arm through his, “Come on casanova. At least with your brand you will have time to develop your speaking skills when talking to girls. Sky might even be nice and pretend like you didn't just stutter your way through that compliment."

Wyatt and | laugh as we veer off to our floor. “He’s never going to live that down, for the rest of his life and he knows it.” Wyatt laughs. | go to protest, but he stops me, “Don't you dare try and make him feel better. He rarely makes mistakes or is wrong about anything, just give me this one thing to hold over his head, please.” He's literally begging me. What has my life come to?