Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 57891 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57891 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
“I wouldn’t keep him waiting, boy,” Professor Wolf emphasizes the last word, and I arch an eyebrow.
After Christoff leaves, Professor Wolf adds, “You should stay away from him. That kid is nothing but bad news.”
This is the first time Ronan has said anything to me, and I try to act as if it doesn’t faze me when it most definitely does. Luckily, I’ve been playing different roles my entire life, and this moment is no exception.
I shrug. “He’s one of my closest friends.”
“You know what they say. You are the company you keep.”
Unable to hold back, I curiously ask, “What’s it to you? You’re suddenly my keeper?”
“I suggest you find new friends, Brooklyn.”
Surprised, I blurt, “You know my name?”
“Doesn’t everyone? You’re the dean’s little girl.”
Feeling brazen, I seductively lean against the railing. “Does it look like I’m a little girl?”
He eyes me up and down for a moment, and I swear my heart drums faster against my chest.
Ignoring my question, he backs away, coaxing, “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
With that, he turns and leaves. I’m about to step off the balcony when I see my father glaring daggers at the new professor out of the corner of my eye. It’s only then I realize Daddy doesn’t like him, and I can’t help but love that.
CHAPTER 5
Brooklyn
A text from my father brings me back to the present, and I’m reminded that I’m supposed to leave soon to have lunch with him. Fucking hell.
Dad: You get to be what you always wanted—a trophy wife, just like your mother.
His text hurts in the same way he knows it will. My father is never one to beat around the bush, especially regarding how he treats and speaks to me. I answer Aspen.
Brooklyn: I’ll call you later and fill you in.
Aspen: You promise?
Brooklyn: Cross my heart.
Almost immediately, I receive another text message from Ronan. I’ve been ignoring him too.
Ronan: Where are you?
His text pisses me off as much as my father’s. I’d be lying if I said it doesn’t make me want to call the whole thing off. A part of me wants to get back at him for making me attend his university. I know this is the best revenge, but another part of me doesn’t want to hurt him.
How fucked up is that?
If that doesn’t define our toxic relationship, I don’t know what does. People say I’m just a spoiled little rich girl, and it’s hard to defend when my dad still pulls the strings in my life. I’m dependent on him, and he never stops using it to his advantage.
In order to avoid my dad, I’m hiding out at a lavish hotel downtown. I use cash to pay for my suite so he can’t find me.
So nobody can find me.
Including Professor Wolf.
Ronan: You can’t ignore me forever. You’re my fiancée.
On autopilot, I write…
Brooklyn: Fake fiancée.
Ronan: It doesn’t change the fact that you’re mine now, so when I text you, I expect an answer. Do I make myself clear?
I narrow my eyes at his threat.
Brooklyn: What are you going to do? Spank me?
Ronan: You’d like that too much.
Brooklyn: Don’t flatter yourself.
Ronan: I wasn’t the one who begged for it this weekend
I snarl at his statement. Given I have to lie to my father who’s going to scream at me, not to mention the fact that it’s going around… my emotions are running high.
Brooklyn: Fuck off. You were practically begging too.
Ronan: I’d much rather fuck you. Now be my good girl and tell me where you are.
Brooklyn: But I’m so much better at being your bad girl, Professor Wolf.
Ronan: I warned you.
My cell phone makes an unfamiliar noise when all of a sudden, it looks like there's a tracker on my fucking screen.
“What in the actual fuck?”
Brooklyn: You put a tracker on my phone?
Ronan: I didn’t. I paid someone else to. All they needed was your number.
My hands shake with utter rage. All I want is some privacy to think about my life as it slowly crumbles, and every bit of it is out of my control. When I don’t respond, my phone pings again.
Ronan: You weren’t at your apartment. You weren’t responding. I thought the worst, so you can’t be pissed. I’ll be there in twenty minutes.
“Ugh!” I toss my phone across the living room, but thankfully, it lands on the couch and doesn’t shatter. Taking a deep, unsteady breath, I mentally prepare for whatever the hell is next.
Ronan
I’ve been in my head for the past twenty-four hours, and it doesn’t help that Brooklyn has blown me off. She’s the one who came up with this plan, and now she pretends I don’t fucking exist. I’ve never wanted to spank and then fuck someone so goddamn bad. It’s a fucking flood of complicated emotions. One right after the other with no end in sight.