Mr. Masters Read Online T.L. Swan

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 141251 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
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I storm around the corner and see four girls from an opposing team surrounding Willow. It’s the same four who were around her last week when she seemed uncomfortable.

I walk up behind them.

“You’re pathetic,” I hear the blonde sneer at Willow.

Willow goes to brush past them, but the girl grabs her arm.

“I would hate to be you. Your poor family must be so ashamed.”

My heart drops.

Oh no…

“Your mother probably fucking killed herself to get away from you,” the blonde hisses, and the other girls all laugh cruelly. “Even death would be better than living with you.”

Willows' face drops.

Something feral snaps inside of me—something that isn’t supposed to snap with sixteen-year-old girls on the receiving end of it.

I rush forward. “What the fuck did you just say?” I growl.

Their faces fall, paling instantly.

Willow shakes her head and grabs my arm. “Leave it, Brell.”

“No. I will not leave it,” I snap as I pull out of her grip. I point to the blonde. “You listen here and you listen good. If you ever come near Willow again, if you even dare look her way, I will be down your door, lady. And you better watch out because it won’t be fucking pretty. Do you understand me?” I growl.

The girls all step back, shaken and afraid.

“Not so tough now, huh?” I look them up and down in disgust. “How dare you spew hate like that? You’re pathetic.”

I grab Willow’s hand and pull her away as the girls sprint to the sheds.

She’s visibly upset with tears in her eyes, and I pull her around the corner to give us some privacy.

"What's going on, pumpkin?" I ask as I brush the hair back from her forehead.

She shakes her head and wipes her eyes angrily.

“Do they pick on you all the time?” I whisper.

She nods.

My anger hits an all-time high. This is why the poor girl is so angry. She’s hurting.

I fix her hair. “Don’t worry about them, they’re all just spoilt little bitches like their desperate mothers are.”

She looks down at the ground.

“Will,” I whisper as I take her hands. “Look at me, please.”

She drags her eyes up to meet mine.

“Promise me that you will talk to me about this later. I want to know what’s going on so I can go around and kick their fake-tanned little asses.”

She smiles sadly, and then she looks up at me. “You have a fake tan.”

I giggle. “I know, its ugly isn’t it?”

She offers me a lopsided smile.

I wrap my arms around her and hold her in an embrace, grateful that she lets me.

She stays in my arms and it nearly brings me to tears because I can feel how much she needs me. God, this poor little girl. And she has no one to talk to because her father has his head up his ass. I link my arm through hers. “Come on, let’s go and get your bag from the changing room. Then we can get the hell out of this place.”

She nods, and we make our way to retrieve her things.

Fifteen minutes later, we find our way back to Julian and Samuel, only to see that the blonde is still with him. Only this time, the blonde little bully is standing behind her.

I can tell by Mr. Masters’ stance that he is angry.

“Go back to the car and wait for me, Will,” I say.

She stops, as if petrified.

“Will,” I say calmly. “Go to the car… now.”

Willow heads off to the car, and I approach the four of them.

“Miss Brielle,” Julian snaps. “Where is Willow?”

“Why?” I ask.

“Because she is in big trouble.”

The woman smiles a smug smile.

“Go to the car, Sammy,” I say.

He frowns.

“Now,” I snap. He runs off into the distance. I glare at the blonde little bitch. “Why, exactly, is Willow in trouble?”

“She’s been picking on her teammates.” Julian growls. “She’s grounded indefinitely.”

“No, she hasn’t. That’s a blatant lie and false accusation.” I narrow my eyes. “The bullying is the other way around.”

“Miss Brielle, I demand you go and get Willow, bring her to me, and I will make her apologize this minute.” His fury is palpable.

Something snaps again, and I step forward

“I will do nothing of the sort.” I point to the mother. “But I’ll tell you what I will do. If your evil daughter comes near Willow again, I will have her charged by the police for harassment and assault.”

The mother gasps, and the other parents all stop to listen to what’s going on.

“Why, that’s ridiculous,” she cries.

I turn to the blonde bully. “Go near Willow again, sweetie, I dare you.” I sneer.

Her eyes widen in fear.

“Miss Brielle!” Mr. Masters snaps.

“Who the hell is this?” the mother asks snootily.

“I’m your worst nightmare. Now get a leash on your girl before I involve the police.”

She puts her arm around her daughter. “Come on, dear, let’s go home. It’s been a traumatic day. This woman is a hooligan.” She glares at me and storms off.


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