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“You’re in a stellar mood as always,” he griped, rolling his icy blue eyes. “Look, Whit. Game’s over, okay? I get it. You were mad. I wasn’t giving you any attention, or whatever. I wasn’t as supportive as you wanted me to be about your graduate program.”

I shook my head and scoffed. “What exactly do you think I broke up with you for? Attention? I didn’t want attention from you. I wasn’t mad at you because I didn’t care that we were moving apart. I was mad because you were hell bent on trapping me in a marriage so you could sit on my dad’s board of directors and expected me to stay home and clean whatever mansion your parents bought us after our wedding, you prick!”

Christian colored deeply, fury blazing his eyes. “You’re a real bitch, Whitney.”

“I don’t care. I really don’t. Get out of my way.”

“I’m not done,” he snapped, stepping into me. I stepped back, locking my arms over my chest. “I heard a rumor Professor Ellis has a new TA, and it’s his special pet from last semester.” He grinned like the devil himself. “Interesting.”

“What’s so interesting about it?”

He shrugged. “Everybody wants to work with him, but somehow you get the position, and you’re not even a student in that department anymore. I guess it must be nice being able to have meetings with him without having to come up with excuses as to why you’re alone together in his office.”

I was seeing red more than before.

“What is your obsession with Professor Rhys?”

He smirked, shaking his head. “Don’t you ever, for one second, think I don’t know what’s going on between you two. I told you what would happen last semester. I’ll tell everyone unless you fix the huge mess you’ve made of my life, or do you not remember that stunt you pulled with Nicole?”

“Get out of my way,” I repeated with force.

He gave me one of his charming smiles, the same smile that used to make me weak in the knees but now just set fire to my blood. “I’ll see you around, Whitney. I’d watch your back, if I were you.”

I ignored his veiled threat and hurried to class, holding my breath to stop myself from tearing into him in public.

I sat in the back of the classroom and focused on my breathing, trying to steady my thundering heartbeat.

I just had to make it through this semester, and then I could leave all of this behind if I wanted to.

And right now, I desperately wanted to be anywhere but Gatlington.

Chapter Four

Rhys

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