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“Good,” he agreed. “Those sound like fair terms.”
“Is that suitable, Miss Miller?” he asked me.
I felt like a bystander in a rapidfire tennis match, my head bouncing from one person to the other as they spoke. To finally be spoken to was…jarring.
“Yes,” I agreed. “I accept.”
The Dean blew out a long breath.
“Good,” he said, then waved us off. “If you ever do this again, Owen, I will cut you off from this school that very day.”
“Fine by me,” he agreed, then stood and held his hand out to me to help me do the same.
We hauled butt out of the office and back to Owen’s, where he plopped into his chair and covered his face with his hands.
“Holy fucking shit!” he finally exclaimed with a grin. “I can’t believe that worked!”
I finally let a bubbling laugh of relief leave my body.
“You were such a freaking boss,” I gushed.
Owen smiled at me before shoving out of his seat to slam a kiss on my lips.
“We’re going to be just fine,” he murmured against my mouth. “We’ll reach the end of this semester and his opinion won’t mean shit anymore, anyway. We made it far enough.”
I pressed my hand to his stubbly cheek.
“Thank you. I love you.”
He kissed my nose then returned the sentiment.
“Love you more,” he murmured, then pressed another kiss to my forehead.
Chapter 30
-Mia-
I wasn’t prepared for this.
After knowing Clea had completely betrayed me, like, viciously betrayed me, Owen offered to let me move in sooner than later. I accepted immediately, knowing that I couldn’t live in the same place with her if I had another option. Only problem I had left was that I had to get all my stuff out of the dorm and to my fiancé’s home.
I had my car down in the parking lot, so I just had to pack my bags and put them in. If I had any luck left at all, she wouldn’t be home and I’d be moved out before she even returned from class.
Well, Lady Luck evidently had given me all she would already today, because I ran directly into Clea who was sitting on her bed with red, swollen eyes and messy hair.
“Mia!” she called when I went into the room with a deep frown.
“I don’t want to talk to you,” I hissed, moving to my bed to get out the luggage I’d arrived to school with.
When she saw me get my bag, she yelped.
“What are you doing?” she cried out. “Why are you packing?”
I whirled on her, tears filling my own eyes.
“Because I can’t share a dorm with you after what you did,” I sobbed. “I told you about us because I loved you like a sister, Clea. You’ve betrayed me and everything we ever had!”
“I’m trying to protect you,” she insisted. “A man like that isn’t going to—”
