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When another knock sounds, I blow out a harsh breath before grabbing my leather jacket and black clutch bag. Thankfully, my mother didn’t send shoes, meaning I’ve gotten away with wearing my Docs; though, I’m sure if she learns that fact, I will be in for a world of screeching.
Fuck her.
The fact I’m even bothering with this dinner should be more than enough to keep her happy. I’m not sure why I even am. I could say no. I should say no. But there’s still a part of me that—no matter how much she hurts me or belittles me—doesn’t want to disappoint her.
She’s my mother, after all.
Pushing the handle down, I force my lips to quirk into a wide smile before opening the door and coming face-to-face with him. Though the wrong person is at my door, for once I’m grateful to see that infuriating smirk of his.
“What are you doing here?”
“Funny you should ask, Casper,” Theodore says, his eyes moving over my outfit. When he stops at the hem of my skirt, his lips turn down. “You’re wearing that?”
“Yes,” I tell him, looking down at myself again. While it’s not my favourite outfit and completely inappropriate for a meal with your parents’ friend, I don’t look terrible. I don’t think I do, anyway. “Do you have a problem with it?”
“Nope,” he says, offering me a wide smile suddenly. Stepping into me, he slides a hand around my back pulling me to flush to his chest. His mouth nips at my ear before he whispers, “I’m glad, actually. It makes it easier for me to slide into your pretty little pussy when I take you later.”
“There will be no taking, thank you. You should have done that with your date.” I shove at his chest, pushing him away at the reminder that he’s been with a girl this evening.
There’s something different about him today, but I can’t put my finger on what it is. Whether it’s the easy grin on his face, or the way he stares down at me, I don’t know. It’s making me uneasy, and I don’t like it.
It’s too damn tempting.
“My date?” he murmurs in amusement, his eyes twinkling under the lights of the hallway. His lips quirk up and he utters something under his breath, but it’s far too low for me to hear. When he steps back, I finally get a good look at him and holy. Fucking. Hotness.
He’s wearing a pair of dress trousers, with a crisp white shirt unbuttoned at the top. The sleeves are rolled up to show off the tattoos on his forearms, and his dark hair has been mussed up just enough to give him that freshly rolled-out-of-bed look.
Though that thought makes me want to vomit since it’s probably true.
“What are you doing here?” I ask, dropping my gaze to the floor. If I look at him any longer, I’ll probably drool and that’s a problem.
“I’m your ride.”
“What?”
“I told you, you’re not to go out for this dinner, but you insisted anyway,” he tells me with a slight scowl on his face. “So, I may or may not have contacted my dad and made sure an invitation was extended to me.”
I can just imagine how happy my mother is going to be about that, considering she set this whole thing up without any of the other heirs, meaning she didn’t want them there.
Brilliant.
A dinner with a post-date Theodore and the creepy Gregory?
Kill me now.
TWENTY-EIGHT
Fallonstormsdownthehall, not bothering to see if I’m following her. That tiny red dress barely covers her arse cheeks, and I want to get on my fucking knees and bury my face between them.
Fuck.
I run a hand over my face, letting out a low groan before following her. Getting an invite to this dinner was too fucking easy when I called my dad to let him know Gregory was in town.
Fallon’s mum might think she’s somehow running the show, but when it comes to the academy, that woman has no say in who entertains the sponsors.
Despite what she may think.
The ride to the restaurant is quiet, and when we pull up, I don’t turn the engine off straight away. Fallon keeps her gaze out the window, staring into the distance with a blank expression.
