Semua Bab One Night's Mistake: Claimed by my Boyfriend's Brother.: Bab 31 - Bab 40

“What do you think you’re doing!?”In the four years I’ve spent in the university walls, I’ve never spoken to Estel for more than a minute, so maybe that’s why I had no idea that she could sound equal parts furious and scary if she wanted to.The sound of her voice sends a chill down my spine and it does the same to Cassie because she drops her hand, an odd look crossing her face as she looks between both of us.Like she remembers her position in this school, Cassie’s gaze turns haughty again, her voice becoming vapid as she quips, “And who invited you into OUR private conversation? If I wanted someone to hold my textbooks, I’d have asked for you. Now leave!”Estel stands her ground like Cassie never even spoke in the first place, all the while directing a condescending look at her as she responds, “Maybe if you ever bothered to open a textbook, you would have had enough knowledge to do your thesis yourself, not rope your friend into doing it for you. Were you about to hit her just no

Well, this is awkward…..Estel glares at Levi as he stands at one end of the principal’s office.I stand at the other end with her and between us are two seats, one occupied by Christian and the other by Cassie. I feel my heart race lightly at the thought of what’s probably going to happen here.Why does he always seem to appear only when I’m about to be embarrassed lately?First it was at the anniversary dinner, which wasn’t even a dinner to begin with. He had to save me from being hit by my boyfriend, and then he took me home because my boyfriend left me at the restaurant in the dead of night.Now he’s back.And just like before Levi was putting his hands on me, not hiding the fact that he was going to use his strength to get me to do something I didn’t want to. It almost feels like Christian is always around to help me out… except he’s Christian Storm.I doubt he’s taking out any special time to watch a college student.“Lyra Bennett.” My head snaps to attention at the mention of m

Christian’s action immediately debilitates whatever the Dean was about to say.When he stops clapping, I can see a sheen of sweat on the older man’s forehead, and really, that’s what he is—an older man, breaking into a sweat because of a simple action from someone else.Christian’s words are much more damning though, as he speaks, “I don’t have any experience with running a university, but I do have enough experience with dealing with dubious people though, and in this case, Lyra is right.An apology would be an admission of guilt, and since she’s refused to take the guilt being pushed onto her, an apology would be remiss of her.”I hear his words and at the same time I do not hear them. The only thing I can hear is the way he said my name. The way he says my name.Like I’m someone to be respected and cherished.Christian speaks my name tenderly, but the rest of his words have a stony texture to them, “If Cassie believes her thesis was tampered with, then she should be able to state t

As Christian responds curtly to Levi’s questions, an odd feeling of pride starts to fill me.I always used to think Levi worked closely with his brother.The way he seemed obsessed with whatever was going on in Christian’s life made me feel like they worked or existed in the same circles, but the lecture Christian taught made me realize I had it all wrong. The search I made on him confirmed it even further.Levi’s father owns a company which Levi works at, but that company is not in any way close to the real magnitude of the group of companies all under Christian’s management.The company Levi works at is like a drop in the ocean, while Christian is God and he dictates the flow and ebb of each wave, each droplet of water as he controls the sea itself.I chuckle to myself at the comparison.At least Levi already has a job, even if it’s only because of his father. I don’t have a wealthy father and if I do not leave to focus on job hunting, I won’t have a job either.I turn to leave but

It doesn’t take me much time to apply for interviews to the various companies I have on my list.As my hands type in the email addresses and I hit the send button of every application I make to each company, something heavy and light settles in my heart at the same time.Many students wouldn’t normally think of getting a job so fast after graduation, preferring to rest instead before jumping into the employment pool, but they don’t have to because they have the luxury to. I don’t, and each application I send out seems to remind me of that.It also reminds me of how much things could change for me if I get the right job andmy earlier ecstatic state of mind dies down, replaced by a more melancholy feeling.My mind wanders idly for the fiftieth time to Cassie and Levi again, how they might never have to work a job in their lives, and I feel sick.The fact that I can’t seem to get them out of my head makes me feel even more sick, and I blink back whatever emotion wants to roll through me