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One...two...three...how many fucking minutes did they need to talk about a girl’s grades in English? Damen’s blood boiled at the thought that maybe, just fucking maybe the two were no longer talking about the girl’s grades.
And to think she had fucking said she loved him.
The memory made Damen clench his fists. He wanted to laugh at himself, at his fucking stupidity for thinking that there was a girl in this age who was still innocent and without any designs on his fortune. He was a billionaire. Of course women would do everything – pretend to be anything – to snare his interest.
Even though he had told himself he would not look anymore, Damen couldn’t help it, his gaze straying to Mairi once again.
Fuck.
They were fucking holding hands now – in a school that was supposed to fucking discourage fraternizing between faculty and patrons. What the hell did that mean? Was she ready to throw away her career and settle for being Ioniko Vlahos’ mistress?
Fuck.
Damen strode to his sister, anger stamped on his features. Diana looked at him worriedly when he reached her side. “I have to go, sweetheart.”
“Damen...” Diana stopped, realizing how hard it was to say what she wanted to say. She knew her brother very well, enough to see what the others didn’t see. Ms. Yay, for better or for worse, had captured his interest.
And more often than not, it meant heartbreak for the women who did.
Damen made an effort to smile at his sister. “What is it?”
She sighed. “I know you like her, Damen.”
He stiffened.
“If you’re not going to treat her right, then can you please just forget about her?”
His smile became cold. “Do not worry about her, Diana. I have a feeling that your sweet little Ms. Yay is a lot tougher than you think.” And a much better actress than they gave her credit for.
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MAIRI BARELY HAD TIMEto breathe when she received a request to go to the headmistress’ office. Hurriedly sliding her feet into her bedroom slippers, she walked as quickly as she could to get to the other building. It was already a quarter past eleven in the evening, with the faculty dinner lasting a lot longer than she had anticipated.
All she wanted to do right now was sleep and maybe dream about Damen Leventis. But since she was in GAYL, a request from Rose really meant it was an order that had to be obeyed – and right away, too.
She knocked softly on the door. “Ms. Thorn?”
“Come in, Mairi.”
Inside, Mairi saw Rose seated behind her desk, already dressed in her sleeping gown. “I know you’re tired dear, but you have a phone call from home and I imagine you’d like to take it.”
Mairi’s heart jumped at Rose’s words. A phone call from home? And neither Aunt Vilma nor Aunt Norah thought about calling her directly on her mobile? Immediately, her mind jumped to the worst conclusions and her voice was a little shaky as she thanked Rose. “I-I’ll take it.”
Rose gestured to the sitting area to their right. “You may take the call there, Mairi. I do hope nothing untoward has happened.”
Mairi lowered herself on one of the armrest chairs and took the receiver. “Hello?” Her heart was pounding so hard she could barely hear herself over it. Oh God, she hoped—-
“Hello, Ms. Tanner.”
“You.” She didn’t know if she wanted to laugh, cry, or scream at Damen Leventis for nearly giving her a heart attack.
Damen asked silkily, “Did you think it would be Ioniko Vlahos?”
The question startled her -—until she realized what those words implied. “I—-” Conscious of Rose’s presence on the other side of the room, Mairi said carefully but sincerely, “I am so glad to hear from you, Auntie.”
She was not alone then, Damen thought as he poured himself a shot of whiskey. “What are your plans for tomorrow?”
“N-nothing?”