When he’d suggested he could help me with my virginity. He was referring to his come-on in his room. “I told you before how you could fix your grades if you’re that concerned about it.” In an instant he was up and around the desk in front of me.
“This is serious!” I was so mad I dropped my coat and pushed his fucking feet off the desk. Can’t take being on the other side of the joke?” Because of me.īut then he laughed, coldly. His expression tightened and a strange prick of heat blossomed in my belly at the idea of Donovan jealous. “Is that why you’re doing this? Because of Weston?” Was he jealous?įor half a second, I thought I’d hit onto something. I’d had the door open, was this close to walking out, but I shut it again because I had to know. I grabbed my coat off the chair and spun once again to leave. This wasn’t even anything to worry about. “Fuck you,” I said in as clear and as controlled a tone as I could manage. Every cell in my body vibrated with rage and want and horror and shame. Weeks of bottled up emotion rattled through me. Especially when he leaned back in his chair and rested his feet on the desk, crossed at the ankles. “As your teacher, that’s for me to decide, and I’ve decided that it has.” His subtext said case closed. “My changes in behavior have not translated into a change in the standard of my work.” Was he really blaming this on what happened with Theo? “Oh, and you’re a perfect example of how not to let a tragedy stain the rest of your life.”īesides, I hadn’t changed because of Theo. His last sentence was heavy and weighted with subtext. It’s a shame you’re letting the events of one night stain the rest of your life.” The work you’re turning in-this paper-is less than acceptable. But this last month you’ve become a different person. “You showed such promise at the beginning of the term, Sabrina. Then he clapped his hands together silently as if praying and pointed them at me. “It’s sad, really.” Donovan shut his laptop and pushed it aside. God, the calmer he was the more worked up I got. “Unfortunately, for you, it’s my opinion that matters.” “It is, actually.” His tone remained composed, in perfect contrast to mine. After a beat, he said, “I care to differ.” He nodded and ticked his jaw a couple times as though considering. I unbuckled my pea coat and threw it on the chair instead. “I’d like to stand.” I was getting hot, though.
I understand that you don’t agree with my conclusions, but my reasoning was fair and sound, and I referenced many credible and reliable sources-” I pulled my hands out of my pockets and stepped toward him. He cocked his head, as if he had no idea what I meant, that asshole motherfucker. Dirty Filthy Rich Men (Dirty Duet #1)By: Laurelin Paige
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