All Chapters of I'm Done, Mr. Substitute: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I never noticed how much Damon Dunn looked like a fox. The kind that has magic, with a hint of dark, dangerous aura, like a demigod, who only uses his power for mischief.After dumping my gibberish version of a proposal on him, I expected him to be shocked, confused, or even angry, but he just cocks his eyebrow, and then, with a smirk as if he sees through everything, he says, “Sure.”Just like that?That’s not how you say yes to a marriage, but how you soothe a drunk who attacks you on the street so you can escape.“I’m saying, I need you to complete the wedding with me. Here. Today,” I stress again, not sure if he understands what he agreed to.“Like, under this?” Damon Dunn waves a finger at the flower arch a few steps away. That’s where I was supposed to have taken the sacred vow today. Right now, only the left side has some of the roses left, giving the altar a bloody, post-apocalyptic aura.It’s a bit sloppy, even for him.Taking a deep breath, I nod, nervously waiting for his a

“I can’t believe you actually did it! That was wild! Hector is going to be sooooo pissed!” Tanya shouts with loud laughter, and by instinct, I glance around nervously, even though there is no one around us.“Don’t worry, I told Travis to close the rooftop bar for us today,” Tanya raises her cup, “cheers for your brilliant win!”Tanya’s last name is Moore, as heavy a last name in the city as the Morgans and the Dunns. None of the rich kids in our circle likes me. None except Tanya. She is a total free spirit, with a big brother to take over the family throne and a big sister to take all the pressure from the parents, so she can just be the loser she is without any worry.I’m a loser, too. So.Travis Moore is her older brother, and the rooftop bar we are at is on the 30th floor of the Spring Hotel, a five-star chain, and one of the most valuable assets of the Moores.“I’m not trying to win anything...” I sigh, gulping down my drink and feeling my shame burn off a little by the spice of

I pick up the newspapers scattered at my feet, and it’s hard to ignore the huge photo taking up the whole front page. Not my post-apocalypse wedding with Damon Dunn, but a picture taken at the gate of the Spring Hotel--With Damon Dunn holding me princess style...into a car. At night.His car. The super ugly Rolls-Royce Phantom.The photo is clearly taken by some low-level paparazzi. You can see the angle trying to cast a layer of intimacy when there was none! But the “high-end media” still happily bought and used it.Exposure is the dirty blood of the media.But it says another thing, too -- it means no matter how cheesy it looks, it’s true. The “high-end” media must have done their homework, or they wouldn’t dare post it.The problem is, I don’t remember any of these.“I know you were upset that Hector had an emergency yesterday, but this?!” Henry Morgan grawls angrily, “Going to a hotel with the brother of your husband, ON your wedding day?! You brought shame to the whole family!”

“What?!” I blink in shock at Tom.I have been drowning in the happiness of getting my Hector for months, and never in a second have I ever felt that Tom felt this way.Even he saw the symptoms of my relationship’s sickness, and I didn’t?!“No man should ever stand up anyone on the altar, let alone their loved ones,” His mischievous eyes turning, Tom shrugs with a careless grin.Ohh...I let out a relieved sigh quietly. Guess I’m just too sensitive about Hector right now.I stand there, staring at Tom’s face with my thoughts wandering miles away. His smirk. That particular shade of mischief when he smirks tickles some faint memory in my mind, but I couldn’t pin it down.“Mrs. A? Are you alright?” Tom has a weird British accent. By that I mean a bad one. Like someone who is picking up an accent that they don’t belong to.Sometimes when I look at him, I feel like I’m looking at Oliver Twist walking out of the book, and he laughed when I said that.“Yeah...thanks...” I sigh with a murmur.

I couldn’t believe my ears.I thought he didn’t see the newspaper. Turns out, he not only did, but assumed that I was a slut who sleeps around just like everyone. When out of all the people in the world, he is the only one who should have known that nothing happened between me and his brother.I gave him all my heart, for ten, long, years!He had my first love, first kiss, first everything. He was more intimate with Jane than I was with Damon Dunn! And now he said this to my face?Too shocked, I couldn’t talk. My ears are heating up like dipped in boiled water. I don’t know how to handle the W word. Not from a man I truly loved.Not getting a rebuttal, Hector demands again in that sour sting, curiosity overshadowing anger though, “Well? Did you???”“Shouldn’t I? It was OUR wedding night!” I refuse to try to prove my innocence for him. I don’t owe him my virginity, not after he dumped me on our wedding day.“I knew you didn’t,” Hector grins cockily.He doesn’t care about my answer. He