Ryder - Caveman Insticts Book Three(6)
The older lady, dressed in what I considered older people’s designer wear, stepped forward. She eyed me up and down and raised her eyebrow. She seemed to be fighting a smile. I learned thanks to my father to watch for even the slightest movements or emotion. He wasn’t one to show any.
“Miss Stamon?” Her eyebrow fell when I nodded. “You’re a hard woman to get in contact with.” I still didn’t say anything, waiting for her to continue. “I believe my son Andrew, and nephew Oakley, owe you an apology.” She huffed a very delicate sound. She held out her hand. “I’m Gillian, Andrew’s mother. I would like to personally say I don’t condone my son’s behavior and he’s being punished for it. We Silvermans would like to personally apologize.”
I shook her hand. “Thank you.”
The two dipshit kids stepped forward and both apologized. I just bet the cocky one who tried to give me a hug was Gillian’s son Andrew. I spun when I heard a growling noise when the little shit got close to me and saw Ryder glaring at his nephew.
Even after the apologies the Silvermans stood around, still staring at me and Arron. I wasn’t sure what else they wanted me to say or do. There was no way I was going to get Arron to apologize, not when he only did what he did to protect me. So I pasted a fake smile on my face and thanked them again, making sure I caught all the Silvermans’ gazes, bar the big guy, Ryder. “Well, thanks. Now all that’s done, if you’ll excuse us, we’ll get out of your way.”
I gripped Arron’s hand in mine and tried to go around the group to the office ladies, who I noticed had watched the whole scene with interest. It was Gillian’s delicate cleared throat and, “I beg your pardon.” That had me stopping and turning back to the Silvermans.
These people were really starting to annoy me. Narrowing my gaze, I glared at Gillian. “You are pardoned.”
Gillian’s gasp wasn’t delicate and I couldn’t hold back my small giggle when I heard a deep chuckle, and I just knew it was Ryder. My giggle stopped though and a shiver ran through me when, in that same deep voice, I heard, “That’s my woman. Mine.”
Holy crap, that deep voice was dangerous. My pussy pulsed and I hoped my face wasn’t red.
The other woman stepped forward, a huge smile on her face, and she beamed at me like I was the Goddamn sun. “Oh, you don’t know how long I’ve waited to meet you!”
What the hell? “Um, well, I don’t think a weekend is that long to wait.” I shrugged, but maybe for rich people it was like, forever. “Look, I forgive everything. Arron is going to get transferred to another school, so nothing like this can happen again and we won’t have to have any issues, or meet, again.”
Ryder growled, “No. Mine.” His arms wrapped around me and on instinct my years of training kicked in. I stomped down on his foot trying not to think of how this was wrecking my shoes, elbowed his rock-hard stomach and spun and kicked him in the family jewels.
The two teens that apologized broke out into hysterical laughter. “Oh, man. I love this woman,” howled Andrew.
“Bro, she got you good,” the other said.
Arron huffed and came to stand in front of me blocking my view. “You all need to stay the hell away from us.”
My elbow was killing me and I was so angry because my gorgeous shoes were ruined. I’d stomped so hard the heel was loose. Moving back around I glared at the idiot who touched me and was now clutching his nuts. “You fucking arse. You are replacing these shoes. They’re a favorite.”
Chuckles and giggles were mixed through the Silverman group.
Gillian sniffed. “I like her, Ryder. Good luck.” With that I watched her link her arm with the older man that looked like Andrew and walk by Arron and me. She stopped at the exit door. “Go to class now, Andrew and remember you’re already on restrictions. Don’t make them worse.”
Andrew groaned and left towards the classrooms.
“Oakley, go too, please,” said the woman who said she’d been waiting to meet me. The woman turned back to me and beamed at me again. “I’m Oakley and Ryder’s mother, Carol. You can call me Mum, or Mother.”
Oh. My. God. This woman was crazy. I was starting to think the whole family was all a little loopy. “Ah, er, thanks Mrs. Silverman.”
Carol sighed, looked down at her oldest son who still looked in pain from my blow to the groin. “Good luck with this one. She’s a tough one.” She held the hand of the other older man and walked to the exit. She stopped by Ryder and rubbed his back “Are you sure you still don’t need any security detail?” Ryder’s nodded groan pleased her enough to keep moving.