What will happen at the Grey residence?!?! Read on to find out!
EliasI bristled at Professor Draven’s declaration.“Ms. Hunt is staying—end of story, but since you’re so passionate about student safety, then you should channel your energy into coordinating an anti-bullying campaign since bullying was the catalyst that nearly led to Ms. Ashford suffering a broken nose.”Professor Draven’s face darkened, and his balled fists shook at his sides.“I’m honored that you would consider me for such a responsibility; however, my plate is full this year. Respectfully, I will have to decline.”“Disrespectfully, I don’t accept. Find the time.”“You are not the dean, Elias. I am only here as a courtesy due to the shitstorm that is about to come to our doorstep.”“I may not be the dean, but my last name is on your checks, and if you want to remain employed at Nocturne Academy, then you’d get with the program.”“Comply or be dismissed,” Augustus said from the background.Professor Draven smirked and started to take his leave when he stopped at the door and said
Elias I watched closely as Augustus turned as pale as a ghost as he reviewed the statements. Suddenly, he started laughing.“Good one, Elias,” he said, sliding the documents back towards me.“It’s not a joke.”Augustus’ brows drew together and worry lined his face.“Swear on it,” he demanded.I leaned forward and whispered, “I swear on my mate.”“Fuck,” Augustus groaned, massaging his temples. “Nocturne Academy can’t shut down. I’ll be unemployed, and I’m too old to get by on my charms and good looks any longer.”I chuckled and shoved the damning evidence into my desk drawer.“Objectively, you are still a very handsome and charming man.”“You think so? My ugliness could explain why I don’t have a mate yet.”“Your sexual appetite is why you don’t have a mate yet. You should consider settling down.”Augustus scoffed and waved me off.“You find your mate and suddenly you’re a relationship guru.”“I’m not saying that; however, you should consider taking Claudia Castille off my hands.”“N
DelilahSabrina pursed her lips, rocking back and forth in my chair as she processed my lies.She stopped abruptly, tilting her head to the side. I maintained eye contact and kept my posture as relaxed as possible. The last thing I wanted to do was tip her off that I was nervous.“So…you’re telling me that you have a rich maternal great aunt who just popped out of nowhere and bought you all this shit?”“She passed away some time ago, but apparently she left me and my siblings money for our education in a trust. My parents surprised me today.”Sabrina narrowed her eyes suspiciously.“Why today? Why would they send you to campus with basically the clothes on your back if you had all this money coming to you?”“They didn’t gain access to the money until today, precisely six months after Aunt Elise’s death, as stated in her will.”“Uh-huh,” Sabrina replied carefully. She leaned in and whispered. “Be honest…do you have a sugar daddy?”I didn’t flinch.“Do you honestly believe I’d be capabl
Elias The secretary lamp on my desk softly illuminated the spreadsheets and financial records splayed across my desk. A damp ring from my bourbon glass moistened the wood. I couldn’t be bothered with a coaster—not when Nocturne was on the verge of collapse. “This is fucking bullshit,” I said for what might’ve been the hundredth time since my father delivered the records. I circled a transaction in red and slid the page to him. “Explain this transaction.”My father considered it for a few seconds before returning to his new favorite line, “It’s personal.” I nodded and added the transaction to the growing list of “personal” expenditures my father deemed necessary. So far, the transactions totaled $3.7 million.“No wonder you’ve been hounding me about becoming dean. You didn’t want me to be dean because you believed in me. No, you wanted me to become dean so that I could be the fall guy when shit hit the fan.”My father remained silent until he felt emboldened to address me again.
EliasWe. Need. To. Talk.Words no one wanted to hear, especially not from their mate. “You have the floor.”“Words can’t describe how much I appreciate your generosity, but…people will start asking questions. My roommate will ask questions. What am I supposed to say?”“You can tell them to mind their damn business.”She snorted.“Yeah, like that’s gonna fly.”“Just say a distant family member gifted you the items as a graduation present.” “My distant family member gifted me a Black Card?” “I want to see you later,” I said suddenly. “Why?”“Must I need a reason?” “I-”Before she could finish her sentence, Delilah’s excitable roommate entered the suite, pleading to know what happened, ruining the moment. I hung up, and it was just as well, since my father barged in. I checked my watch. “It’s rude to enter without knocking,” I said, reminding him of the manners he didn’t give a damn about. My father’s faces reddened a deep crimson and I feared his head might explode. “You are de
DelilahI neared my dorm room, barely paying attention to the students who glared at me as they passed. One of them thought it was hilarious to yell “rogue activity” as we neared. I ignored them, swiping my badge to enter my dormitory. The resident assistant at the front desk gasped when I entered. “What are you doing here?” I paused to address her, knitting my brows together in confusion. “I live here,” I answered cautiously. “H-how?” she stammered. “You struck Professor Grey. Hitting a teacher is immediate grounds for expulsion.”“I guess not,” I drawled, continuing to my room. There was a note taped to our door. I snatched it off and opened it. “Pack your bags, you filthy half breed,” I whispered, reading the note. I heavily sighed and tore the note into four pieces before unlocking the door. I made a beeline to my bedroom after locking the door behind me. I was about to kick my shoes off and climb into bed when I noticed three black, bulky garment bags resting on my bed al