Page 87 of The Invite
However, I can’t forget she’s the enemy. A shiny new toy until I move on after corrupting her pure soul.
I came real fucking close to forgetting who she is to me yesterday.
Not close, you did.
“We should probably submit it too then,” I suggest to Maverick. “We’re suspended only for show.”
“How about you just order her to give us an A when you see her again?”
“I’m not going to see her, dickhead.”
Not until I have these foreign emotions in control. I despise that I went soft on her.
Why did I give a fuck she was triggered and hallucinated?
Because she forgot who you were and it scared you.
Last night went in a direction I never in a billion years expected it to go. All it did was solidify my belief that there’s more to my fascinating little creature than meets the eye.
However, it wasmyreaction to her demons and her vulnerability that disturbed me the most.
Why did it matter to me in that moment to fix her? To erase the broken little shadow on her beautiful face? To know the tragic tale of who put the look in those eyes in the first place? Why? Why? Why?
I was itching like thousands of bees were stinging my skin at once to run out of her place. Yet I sat quietly the entire time, a war brewing inside my head, while she took care of the wound in my palm like she couldn’t bear to see me in pain.
After everything I did to her, she still cared.
It fucked with my head.
The bandage she put onis still wrapped around my hand.
I need to change it but the thought of anyone but her touching my skin makes me livid. Every time I came close to doing it on my own, I backed out.
I lie to myself that I’m avoiding explaining to others how I got it in the first place.
“Then what are you using her for if not to get free grades?” asks Maverick irritably.
Unlike me who gives a fuck about his reputation, Maverick is a loose cannon and extremely reckless despite our similar upbringing.
His future is secure and the skills he requires to be successful and run his father’s multinational company one day aren’t taught in school. The grooming is being done by hisfather, Mr. Sinclair, who includes Maverick during his business dealings.
When thefuture is set in stone, it’s hard to muster up interest in things that don’t contribute toward it.
I also think this laziness will bite him in the ass once he goes to an Ivy League college.
“I told you I’m teaching her a lesson in who runs this town, and how I’m doing it is none of your business.”
“You’re very tight-lipped about Miss Davenport, Grayson,” he points out, a once-in-a-blue-moon serious expression crossing his face. “Don’t end up catching feelings for her. It’d be disastrous and you can kiss your dream of becoming the mayor goodbye.”
“I’m well aware of the repercussions and the risks.”
“Good. Because I didn’t get suspended for no reason.”
“You did, and it’s to fuck the COO,” I retort.
“You didn’t even know I was until now.”
I shrug.
