Semua Bab His To Ruin Again: Bab 1 - Bab 6

Lou’s POVI gripped the smooth metal of the restroom door handle, ready to step back out into the fluorescent hallway of Crestwood High. My relief at having five quiet minutes to myself was immediate and calming. I pushed the door open, but my foot never made it across the threshold.A body blocked my path. Then another. And then a third.Standing before me were Tiffany Hale, the school's unofficial queen, flanked by her two loyal, sharply dressed satellites, Maya and Chloe. Tiffany’s blue eyes were fixed on me, not with their usual cold indifference, but with a burning, vicious amusement that made my stomach tighten into a hard knot.“Lou Bennett,” Tiffany’s voice was sugary, too loud for the empty stretch of hallway. “Did you really think you could just walk away?”My hands started to sweat. I dropped my gaze to the floor, instantly feeling the familiar pressure of being watched. I did not want to look at them. I knew what this meant, or at least, I thought I did. It was just anothe

Lou’s POVThe moment I clicked the door shut behind me, every instinct in my body screamed at me to run down the hallway, past the stairs, through the back exit, out into the cold night air, and to just keep going until New York became a blur behind me.But I didn't, because running is what the old Lou Bennett would have done, and I am no longer her.Rather, I walked, my steps slow and measured. I steadied my breath, raising my chin and shoulders, the same way I had learned to move on that stage.The hallway behind the Vip suites was dim, lined with silver-trimmed mirrors that reflected my image as I walked. An image, even I was still trying to recognize, pale skin, dark eyes, and bold makeup.I paused in front of one of the mirrors, and for a split second, I saw her. The old Lou Bennett, the girl who used to sit on the library floor, face buried in books larger than her hands, while an enormous pile sat right next to her. The girl who was too naive to believe the rich cocky bastard w

LOUFor a second, I honestly thought I misheard him.“Excuse me?” My brows furrowed even further, “That isn't possible.” I argued, but Jaxon's smile simply brightened.“It is indeed possible. You are now my personal stripper, you belong to me alone, and no one else.” He said, sounding weirdly possessive.His words didn’t just sound wrong, they felt wrong, like something sour settling at the back of my throat and no matter how I try, I can't get it off.“You can't do this,” I said slowly, my voice dangerously quiet.Jaxon didn’t respond immediately, Instead, he leaned back in his chair like he had all the time in the world, fingers resting beneath his chin, watching me.“You heard me, Lou,” he finally said. “Your position here has been… adjusted.”Adjusted? That's what he calls this?My hands curled into fists at my sides. “No,” I said flatly, shaking my head. “No, I don’t think I heard you properly. Because I refuse to believe you just said I would no longer be working the floor and i