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The silence around the room stretches, with neither of us willing to yield until a voice like chalk on a board breaks the silence. Georgina. The bitch who once made my life a living hell.
“Saint. You’re back,” Georgina squeals, her tone laced with excitement.
My skin prickles with anger. I wonder how excited she’ll be when she finds out he’s engaged. Can’t wait to see the expression on her face when that little bombshell drops. I smile inwardly.
Saint gives her no acknowledgment, keeping his steely gaze fixed on me. He looks utterly fuckable when he pushes his just-out-of-bed hair that is falling slightly over his forehead back. Hair I fisted when he placed my ankles over his shoulder on this very table and thrust deep inside my pussy until I was a boneless mess.
“We’re in the middle of a lesson, Saint. Whatever this is about, can’t it wait until after class?” Mrs. Cross asks, concern etched on her face.
He ignores her.
“Lexy?” His voice cuts through me like a blade, causing heads to turn in my direction.
“I’ve nothing to say to you,” I reply, steadying my voice.
Colton appears over his shoulder when I refuse to budge.
“Let’s go, man. She’s obviously fine, and you have other shit to do.”
“Everyone, get the fuck out!” Saint’s roar sends my classmates scurrying in all directions.
“Oops. Someone’s in trouble,” Georgina giggles cruelly like it’s the funniest thing in the goddamn world. Why does she always have to be such a bitch?
I looked to Mrs. Cross for support, but she merely offered a sympathetic glance before leaving. Coward.
Shaking my head in disbelief, I stuffed my belongings into my bag and attempt to leave with the rest of the class when his arm blocks my path.
“Get out of my way, Saint,” I demand, hiking my bag further up my shoulder.
“You’re not going anywhere until we talk.”
“You have some nerve.”
“Sit down,” he barks, but it’s not the tone he uses with others he’s trying to intimidate. It’s lighter somehow. Still, it doesn’t faze me.
“Go to hell,” I push him out of the way, but it’s like pushing up against a brick wall.
Goosebumps dance on my skin when he leans into the crook of my neck, his voice dark and dangerous. “I’m already there without you, Angel.”
I can’t help my childish response. “Haven’t you got a fiancée to screw around with?”
His response is quick and sharp. “Don’t!”
“Don’t what? That’s the truth, isn’t it? Jordin is your fiancée?“ I emphasize, placing a hand on my hip.
He sighs, annoyed, reaching out for my hand. “We’re not discussing that here. We need to leave. It might not be safe for you.”
I break away seconds before he latches on.
“I’m not going anywhere with you, Saint!”
The gap between us closes instantly, and his warm body presses into me, his head millimeters from mine.
He places two fingers on my chin, tilting my face to his, ghosting his breath over my lips. I suck in a sharp breath, not wanting to smell the scent that’s only his. The same scent that would linger on my pillow for hours after he crept back to his room in the middle of the night.
His blue eyes are ablaze with a mix of hunger and fury.
“Don’t think for one second that I’m not above bending you over and fucking you senseless until you submit to me,” he threatens, holding my face in his hands.
