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This man changes from calm to furious, from aroused to disgusted in a split second, and no matter how hard I try, I cannot understand which one of these men is the real Daniel Vanderbilt.
"And put on some fucking panties," he roars and rapidly walks away, out of the classroom, slamming the door behind him.
Chapter Nine
Daniel
It's been two days, two fucking days since I tasted Savannah on my lips.
Savannah...Even her name sounds sensual. It makes me ache just thinking about her. She's the first woman who could get me excited without touching her or seeing her naked, just by thinking about her.
That kiss was a mistake. I didn't want to do that. I only wanted to scare her. It was involuntary because I couldn't let her go without a kiss when I sensed her arousal.
I made up the sex tape, and it worked. I wasn't sure if she'd believe me, because she's a smart girl. But even Savannah can't risk that much. Her reputation is at stake, and for young rich girls like her, it means everything.
I have to get laid as soon as possible. I have to sleep with as many women as it takes until the memory of her is replaced with new images in my head.
I lie to myself that I have no time for sex because of how many school tasks I have. When the deputy called me, asking if I could take over my father’s classes, I laughed in response. I'm not a teacher. Yes, I'm an entrepreneur, and my father taught me everything I know, but can I replace him? Of course not, that's impossible.
But then I remembered him asking me to take over the school if something happened to him. He said he didn't care about the money or his businesses when he's gone. All he cared about is this school.
And that's why I agreed to do it. It was supposed to be only three weeks of lecturing, and the deputy promised me he'll find a new teacher for next year.
But now it seems like I can't last even a week in that school, considering what I did to one of the students in my very first class.
She was so scared, my little lamb. So terrified that I might hurt her. And at the same time so aroused from my touches, as if she was testing me.
But I can't show her my weaknesses, only strength. She has to be afraid of me to keep her mouth shut and never even look in my direction, not to mention the club.
Because my world is so much different from hers, they shouldn't come together. I'm broken, and I was already like that when my father found me, homeless and starving on the streets. He adopted me and raised me as his own child, giving me everything I needed to survive, making me strong, rich, and powerful.
But the hurt inflicted in childhood does not heal. Even when the scars fade, the inner wounds continue to live.
That's why Savannah can never be with me. She's too innocent to fall for a man with so much damage.
I step into the club with the thought that I'll never be able to touch my little lamb again. And I lie to myself that I am already resigned to that. I try to deceive myself that it doesn't matter. So many women are out there, and I can have whoever I want.
I don't need Savannah Jones. I don't care about her.I’ve repeated it a thousand times in my head.
And as soon as this thought flashes through my head, I hold my breath and stop walking.
Have I completely lost my mind?
I see Savannah Jones right in front of me, shaking her ass on the dance floor of my club again.
I blink a couple of times to make sure I'm not dreaming.
I feel the blood rush through my veins so loudly that I almost can't hear my own thoughts.
What the hell is she doing here?
Some guy is dancing next to her, so close that he’s almost touching her. She doesn't seem bothered, smiling at him as if she’s enjoying herself immensely.
I squeeze my fists, trying to calm down, but I only get angrier.
She came. Again. She knew I'd be here; I come to the club almost every night. But she acts as if she isn't waiting for me, as if she just came here to dance and maybe meet someone else.
And now she's dancing with thatsomebody else.
