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School me p3 (page 16)

Lizzy
“Yes, I would shake your hand but as you can see.” He tilts his head referring to his look alike that has her arms wrapped tightly around his neck. 

“Is she your sister?” It’s the dumbest question I could ask. Come on, they are practically identical, same green eyes, same blond hair, same complexion even their face is shaped a like except hers is much younger. But point made, dumb question. He doesn’t answer me, he does however take a step away from the door to allow me to step inside. 
When I do, it is like I am taken back to the 1600’s. I feel like I am under dressed with my ripped jeans and David Harley sweat shirt I am wearing. Not to mention my old sneakers that has well passed seen its expiration date. I can’t throw them out, I should but my dad got it for me two years ago. And if he was alive I would’ve tossed them out but now he so not alive. 
“Would you like something to drink? Or better yet let’s just go sit in the kitchen.” He doesn’t wait for me to respond as he walks effortlessly with the giggling little girl still attached to him down a long and wide wooden floored passage way. I rush behind him, my sling leather bag hitting my thigh as I do so. We round another corner going down a long corridor before we make a right and pass down the photo room filled with probably thousands of photos framed on the wall. We take a few steps down then turn left. 
“This place is like me a maze.” The awe in my voice doesn’t go unnoticed by Dexter who chuckles and takes another right in front of me.
“It’s fun, Decky needs exercise. “ She giggles after she’s done talking and I don’t stop the big goofy grin on my face from making an appearance as we finally make it to the kitchen which is something from the movies, dark oak doors, silver fridges, dark oak counters with a tinge of white here and there, “Wow, this place is nice.” 
Dexter slip his sister off his shoulder and she instantly runs to the freezer on the other end of the kitchen and pulls out a tub of ice cream.

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School me p3 (page 14)

Reagan


Listen , speak , learn, that is what I have done today. I listened to my stupid coach screaming in my ear as I did !y drills. I spoke when I needed to and I learned, I learned that I was actually sick and fucking tired of this asshole. He has had my ass since last week. Not sure what is up the guys ally. But when I got home today, I decided fuck it. It is Saturday evening. I should be out and today it is exactly what I am doing
The Delroys are hosting a dinner party tonight, and my dad was in no way going to make it with the important deal he has going on in Toronto tonight, so it ended up on me. 
I step in front of the long length cupboard mirror. My bow tie hanging loosely around my shirt collar. Buttoning up my shirt I look at the scratches Dainy left Thursday evening. It never ceases to amaze me how wild and crazy she gets sometime. 
In fact the other day she left me speechless when she walked into my bedroom with nothing but a red tiny piece of material covering her snatch. Her hair was curled to the side, and she had this deep red lipstick painting her lips. 
Just thinking about now has me going hard. And there is nothing I can do about it right now, as my girlfriend decided to spend her time with Kylie. Which is weird because from my knowledge Kylie hasn’t been taking visitors. 
But what do I know. Recently things with Rainy is going great. I never looked at myself as a one woman man until I ended up in Dainy’s bed. 
Then I was thinking how I messed up, but now as I tie my bow and grab my black tux jacket , I can honestly say thank fuck I did go steady with Dainy, if I didn’t I am sure Sabastian would have her all wrapped up in him by now. 
I see the way he looks at my girl, I haven’t said a thing about yet. So far he hasn’t made any plays and I can’t fault the guy for wanting her back, I mean look at her. But Dainy is mine and I am glad she isn’t coming with me tonight. Tonight is the time Sebastian Delroy and I settle somethings.

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School me p3 (page 10)

Sabastian


“Yeah, somehow I don’t see that happening. So back to Dainy, what do you need me to do man?”


“Find out who is this guy, he’s definitely one of Gina’s people. She probably double crossed the man, he retaliated, now we on to him so now he’s running scared ,making idle threats. But idle or not I need eyes on Dainy for a while, can’t ask Kevin, heard the club is out for Beggar, was thinking about one of the local bikers? Diamonds people, think you can sort it out? Send me the bill, I wanna pay this one under the table.” 

I get up at this point, I have a meeting to attend before I make my way to the evening function


“Don’t worry about it.” He says putting his emptied glass on the small oval table not too far from where he is standing. I nod in acknowledgment and that is that. 


I stand here with my hands in my pocket, in the middle of this empty cabin and watch Kent leave. 

All this while my mind firmly on Dainy. My little Vixen. 


Tonight would have been the ideal night to take her back, maybe play a bit with her. But circumstances prevent it from happening. 

When my father mentioned the party he also mentioned an old flame I met in Prague. 

The girl was wild, and crazy but a huge investor in one of our charities. Sometimes even billionaires had to play nice. 

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School me p3 (page 8)

Sabastian

“So what’s happening with Dainy?” He takes a sip of the whiskey he opted for, walking closer to the couch I am currently sitting on. 

I shrug, keeping my eyes on him, whilst my right index finger idly plays with the rim of the glass I have placed on the armrest, “Told you, somebody threatened her.”

“I thought you got Kylie playing bffs’ with her this weekend, how the fuck does she get threatened when she practically has the mafia and the Satan Sniper’s guarding her every move.” 
He takes a big gulp of his drink stretching his neck. 


“They are not guarding her, and the mafia isn’t guarding anyone, they merely playing i-spy on Kylie for Vincent, there is a difference. I got a call thirty minutes ago from an anonymous male man. Said I should stop digging or Dainy will be wearing an orange suit.”


“Fuck, how did this become so complicated?” He walks toward the three seater directly opposite me in three long strides, and sits down in a Kent fashion. “One small lie and now what? How long are we going to keep running in circles , lying , deceiving people?” 


“As long as it takes since when did you have a problem with it?”

He finishes off his warm whiskey, “Don’t get me wrong I’m not complaining. Hell, cut me in, not like I have a choice but if the choice was there. Pick me, It’s just that this shit is going to bite us in the ass and I’m going to be the one cleaning this fucking mess up.”

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School me p3 (page 7)

Sabastian

It is twenty minutes later when Kent makes an appearance at the cabin, I arrived five minutes before. Enough time to pour myself a glass of Hennessey and get a hang of myself before I do something I regret.

Kent walks in the front door just as I turn taking a sip of my drink, the warmth of the Hennessey burns my throat in a much needed way.

He’s wearing a ripped jeans that have seen better days and a white tee full of purple and pink paint.

“Do I even want to ask?” I say as a way of greeting.

He smiles a tight full length smile, “Nope, not at all, and even if you ask I ain’t saying shit.”

That statement makes me grin, “How’s the twins.” After the death of his father, and stepmother Kent wasn’t only left as the heir to his father’s empire but also the guardian of his father’s wife’s eight year old twins, Nolan and Niya.

He groans, “It isn’t the twin you should be concerned about, Marrissa is killing me, she made me paint Niya’s room, I told her I will just get somebody but that chick is like a python when it comes to Niya.”
I arch my brow, “And that is a bad thing how? You wanted someone who could protect them and responsible enough to raise them, why are you complaining? I’m paying for her so she stays.”
He huffs, not saying anything further on the topic, “Pour me one of those please.”
“Pour it yourself.” I go take a seat on the loan leather sofa near the door while Kent walks toward the crystal bottle of brown fire.

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School me p3 (page 1)

Dainy

It’s been two weeks since my dad became the prime suspect in the Gina Lorne’s case. One week  since I’ve seen Sabastian. 

We spent the day together after my dad made bail. I enjoyed it as one would pleasurable chaos.

We laughed, 

we fought, 

sharing glances of heated history, 

while quietening with still very open wounds and it all felt natural. 

But I didn’t forget, I didn’t drop my shields I had built around myself , 

a protection against my curse, a protection against Sebastian Delroy and his binding touch. 

Sabastian dropped me at home that same day, and it was three days after that when I saw him again. 

It was the day him, Jace Stone and my brother finally moved into the monstrosity across the road from my house. 

As a good sister and friend I offered to help unpack. We didn’t finish until late the next morning. It was four days after that when the schools communications app sent out messages of the house party Jace was throwing. 

Jace was Reagan’s cousin so I wasn’t surprised my boyfriend insisted we go and it was definitely a party to remember. 

Sabastian spent that night hounded by beautiful women and eventually left to his room with Ashley Herne. I can’t say I was okay with that but I didn’t really get a choice in the matter. 

To Sabastian, I was the biggest fraud, I was sleeping with his friend. Recently I wasn’t sure how much of friends Reagan and Sabastian actually were. 

Watching him go to his room with Ashley ripped my heart but also angered me, stealing something away from me, knowing that he was upstairs touching another girl. 

It took everything in me to not run upstairs and disrupt them. However, it was a firm reminder that Sabastian wasn’t mine.

As for Reagan and I? There is a common phrase , hurt me with the truth, never comfort me with a lie. It seems to be a constant reminder of failures in my relationship with Reagan. 

Every morning I look at him , every morning I smile a lie of deceitful intent. I used to crave just having his hands on me, but even that too has become tainted. 

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School Me: It’s time Dainy Hallow started paying attention (Liston Hills Book 1)“>School me part 1

School me: part two: I had a plan, nobody told me he HAD one too (Liston Hills Book 2)“>School me part 2