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I knew she’d be here. I’d told the custodian to let her in when she arrived.
I just never expected to feel this rush of excitement racing over my skin from the sight of her.
Tonight she’s wearing something similar to that Japanese schoolgirl uniform she had on last week. But with those ruby-red lips, shiny black hair and smokey eyes, tonight’s outfit makes her look like a goth Snow White.
I feel like I’m always in a game of dress-up with her. Maybe I need to fuck her out of my system to get back on track and fix my mind.
Maybe all those years I told myself I couldn’t have her have come back to screw with me like one of the ancient sea curses.
Regardless, it’s time to play a different game now. Both her and I.
You’re all mine now, Lolita, whether you want to be or not.
Chapter Fifteen
Isabelle
Bastard.
Look at him with that smug grin on his face and that scrutinizing look of victory in his eyes.
He’s enjoying this—watching my defeat.
He looks the way he does when he’s just crushed his opponents in a game and obliterated the prospect of thinking they could ever beat him. It doesn’t help that he’s wearing his football jersey. He must have come straight from practice.
Like the other day, sweat has made his hair damp and the jersey cling to his abs. It’s irritating that he can manage to make sweaty look so good and laden with sex appeal.
His grin widens and the silence building between us twists my stomach. There’s so much I want to say but I need to choose my words wisely.
Kade walks over to me, stops a few paces away, and sets his duffel bag down by the sofa, which is covered in an array of business textbooks and football magazines.
I’ll probably be put to cleaning those up. And everything else here.
I can’t believe I worked so hard, for so many years, only to end up serving Kade Gurkovsky.
I’ll be his very own Cinderella, and he is certainly all that was wicked from the fairytale. Wicked stepmother, wicked stepsisters, wicked everything combined into the embodiment of a gorgeous football star—the dark prince.
I’ll be little more than a slave.
No. I mustn’t think of it like that.
That’s not what happened, or how it happened. Like my father—who was absolutely livid—said; I did the crime so now I have to do the time.
I really did lose my mind when I torched Kade's bike. I wouldn’t do anything differently—it was entirely justified—but these are the consequences. It doesn’t matter that I’m the only person who knows that Kade wrecked my sculpture and ruined my chances of going to Cambridge in the spring.
I guess the only small bit of compensation I can take from this disaster is that I stood up for myself. It doesn’t help me now but it’s something to hold onto.
“Welcome to my humble abode.” He finally speaks, his voice low and deep.
He spreads his arms wide and I look around the living room, taking in the less-is-more décor. The furniture is plain but entirely exquisite. The place looks like one of those penthouse suites in the city that a billionaire would own.
Oh, wait. Kade’s family are billionaires, so the description is fitting.
“There’s nothing humble about this place.” I steel my spine and return my focus to him. “Including you.”
“Ouch, baby.” He places a hand to his heart and pretends to be hurt. “What the hell have I done to you? You never used to be so vicious.”
“You asshole. Don’t you dare stand there and make fun of me.” I want to shout at him but I keep my voice calm and my tone purposeful. “There is nothing funny about this fucked-up situation.”