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After explaining that I had nothing against the girl I’d fought, but that she’d finally pushed me to a point of rage, the teacher sat back and sighed.
You have two choices in this life, Amélie: You can let the world change you, or you can change the world.
The words stuck because she was right.
I wouldn’t let that girl at school change me.
I wouldn’t let my mom’s problems change me.
And I’d be damned to let all the terrible stories that Kane and I had to constantly hear about the world change me.
When I was younger, I had a plan to make my own way.
Change the world and all that.
It’s just too bad my story didn’t turn out as perfect as I’d hoped it might.
Despite it all, and despite the choices I’ve had to make to squeak by and survive, I sure as hell won’t let Granger change me either.
Not even if it means I’ll have to crawl home to my mother’s place and admit defeat.
“Time’s up, Ames.”
Glancing up, I swallow down my disappointment.
Obviously, it wouldn’t be Damon standing at my cage door. Not at this time of night. But the flicker of memory rolls through my head about the first time he appeared on the other side of the cage door. He’d stared at me with amber eyes full of arrogance.
But even on that first night, I noticed the white outlines of old scars. I knew he was damaged. His story is written clearly all over his beautiful face.
Guess I’m the dummy for having a soft heart for damaged people. but I can’t help myself. I was raised by one. Maybe taking care of Mom all my life has prepared me to take care of all the damaged people … People like Damon.
Now I’m staring at Granger’s dark eyes. Disgust rolls through my stomach.
He’s in his typical dark attire, this time a short sleeve T-shirt that hugs his biceps and a pair of dark washed jeans. His worn black boots complete the ensemble, scuffed at the toes like the man couldn’t care less about his appearance.
I know that to be utter shit. Granger has to maintain control over every small detail of his life, including the lives of the people around him. It makes him a good club manager, but a shitty human being.
“Get dressed, then meet me at my car,” he demands. “I have something to take care of in my office, then I’ll be out to deal with you.”
Deal with me…
Lovely wording.
Of course he can’t tell me I did a great job or even acknowledge that I’m a large portion of what brings men back every night. I’m the one dancer nobody is allowed to touch, and Granger makes sure they all know it.
Yet they return anyway because there may be one night where the restriction has been lifted.
Only Damon has found a way around Granger. And for that, I have to give the man credit. Not only is he gorgeous, but he’s intelligent enough to get around a manager who thinks he owns me.
Kicking him was one of the worst decisions of my life.
It left me stuck with Granger.
But I made this bed for myself, and I might as well lie in it. I’m the dumb girl who chose to play reindeer games with the big bad narcissist. What complaint can I really make at this point?
Doing as I’m told, I step out of the cage then brush past Granger on my way down the short set of stairs en route to the dressing room.
I can feel him watching my every step from behind me, that laser focus of his touching me in a way that drives bile up my throat.
