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It’s in that moment, I know that I’m going to act on my earlier thoughts of breeding her.

Whether my angel likes it or not.

ChapterSixteen

REMI

I’m nervous.

I know why.

It’s because I start school in a week, and I need to tell Asher the truth about the school I will actually be attending. Things have been amazing between us, and I don’t want to ruin it. But I can’t keep something like this from him. Especially when he is adamant about me living here.

Chewing my nails nervously, I glance over at him. His fingers slide over the screen of his cellphone. He looks distracted, but it’s now or never.

“What are you going to do when I start college next week?” He pauses what he is doing and looks over at me with a confused look on his face. “I mean, I remember you saying you’re a teacher, but you don’t mention it, and from what I’ve seen, you earn enough money playing poker. Is this your life?” I wave my hands around his lounge. “Doing what you want? Was teaching just something you did before poker?” I’m not saying it in a derogatory way. His life is too good to be true. He’s his own boss, and he’s smart enough to make money gambling online. He doesn’t have to answer to anyone. Doesn’t have to go to work.

He scrubs a palm over his face and with a sigh says, “No. I wasn’t lying when I said I was a teacher. I am.”

His words are ominous, and it’s my turn to look confused. “What does that mean?”

He stares at me for a long beat with his head cocked as he studies me. My heart rate spikes in anticipation of what he is going to say. “I haven’t really talked about it because… well...” I feel like I am going to pass out, and I’m sure my face has paled. “I’ve been caught up in you, and school’s out for summer. I go back next week. I was going to tell you. I was just enjoying our time together and didn’t want to face the real world.”

I try to calm my racing heart, but it’s no use. Swallowing to wet my suddenly dry throat, I ask, “Where do you teach?”

Before he answers, I know with everything in me his next words are going to change everything. Don’t ask me how, I just do. Call it intuition. Gut feeling. And then he says the very thing I was dreading. “Coral Lakes Prep and Arts Academy.”

All the color drains from my face. I can’t breathe. I need to get out of here. There is no way he teaches there. I don’t know how I didn’t put two and two together, I guess I have just been so caught up in all things Asher, and honestly, there are so many schools in Miami, I guess I just thought…

Asher watches me with a mixture of confusion and intrigue, no doubt at my weird reaction. I shoot off the couch, but he follows and steps towards me. I step back. Hurt flashes in his eyes before he covers it. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I just feel sick.” I rush out of the room and up the stairs. I need to grab my things and get out of here. Inside the bedroom, I make quick work of shoving clothes into my duffel. The door opens, but I don’t look up. I just carry on with my packing. I’m going home, and he can’t stop me. Hell, after he finds out my secret, I’m sure he’ll be helping me pack and calling me an Uber.

“What’re you doing?” I hear the curiosity in his voice.

“Going home,” I snap, leaving no room for argument.

“This is your home,” he growls, anger seeping into his tone.

I look up at him, pinning him with a harsh stare. “No, it’s not. We don’t even know each other.”

“Yes, we do, and everything else we will learn along the way,” he says coolly as if we’re a sure thing.

It’s time to come clean. My confession will change his mind, I’m sure of it. There’s no way he could date a… “I lied,” I blurt before I can stop myself. Before I can back out of telling him the truth.

“Okay. What did you lie about?” he asks calmly like I’m a scared child that needs pacifying.

“I’m a student,” I whisper.

His face scrunches up like I’m stupid. “I am aware,” he says slowly.

I shake my head as my eyes start to blur with the tears that are gathering. “I’m going to be a student at Coral Lakes.”

It’s Asher’s turn to pale, but he recovers quickly, ever the calm, cool and collected man he is. “What? You’re twenty-one. You’re going to community college. How can you be a student at Coral?”

I shake my head. “I’m eighteen,” I admit. “My ID is fake. I needed it to work at the club. I took a year out of school because my mom left with her pimp boyfriend, and I couldn’t afford to go to school. I applied for an art scholarship at Coral. I never thought I would get it, but I did. It’s why I started stripping. I needed the money for school supplies.” My chest heaves as I tell Asher the truth, and I wait for him to explode. To look at me with disgust. To kick me out of his house. He doesn’t do any of that though. He just watches me.

After around ten minutes of us just staring at each other, the atmosphere is too uncomfortable. I break the silence. “I’m going to go,” I whisper, stepping past him. I knew this was too good to be true. Knew I should have kept my distance. I only have myself to blame though. I chose to lie. I just never thought Asher would end up being a teacher at my new school. Rushing out of the room, I hurry down the stairs and am at the door when a hand wraps around my wrist, stopping me.