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A deal with the playboy CHAPTER FIFTY NINE
ELLA'S POV"Move it, people! We don't have all day!" Amelia barked at the students volunteers carrying boxes from the storage room. We still had over one hour until the Serpent Soirée kickoff, but of course she was rushing everyone like we were already behind schedule. Typical Amelia."And don't forget the good luck flowers and refreshments stands!" she yelled, spinning on her heel to face me with hands planted on her hips. "See why I said we don't need this rabble slowing us down? The volunteers you insisted on were more hindrance than help.""Maybe if you weren't treating them like slaves, they'd be more motivated to hustle."Amelia opened her mouth, nostrils flaring, but the last straggler finally emerged lugging the final crate. "Never mind, let's just get this show on the road," I said, turning away before she could retort.I led the way outside to where the festivities were already in full swing on the grounds. A high energy beat was thumping from the DJ's speakers as the basket
A deal with the playboy CHAPTER SIXTY
ELLA'S POVMy heart felt like it was going to pound right out of my chest as Mr. Donovan's piercing gaze swept over the crowd.Just then, Trent's voice rang out, "You're mistaken, Father. The person who truly inspired me wasn't a romantic love at all."Every eye turned towards the stage as Trent ascended the steps, jaw set. We utterly silent as he came face-to-face with his Dad.Trent planted his feet, shoulders squared. "My greatest inspiration has been you, Dad."Mr. Donovan's brows hiked upwards as he studied Trent. A cruel smile then twisted his lips. "Oh, is that so? Well isn't that good to hear."He started clapping slowly, prompting the rest of the crowd to join in with confused but relieved applause. Striding forward, he clapped Trent firmly on the backtings."I'm proud of you, my boy."He pulled Trent into a stiff embrace, I watched Trent's hands clench into white-knuckled fists at his sides. The muscle in his jaw ticked rapidly.When they finally pulled apart, Trent's gaze i
A deal with the playboy CHAPTER SIXTY ONE
ELLA'S POVThe sudden feeling of arms wrapping around me made me jump. Mom had snuck up behind me as I was packing my bag for school, her hands brushing against my chest in a squeeze.I stiffened, memories of yesterday flashing through my mind - Trent's darkened gaze as he drank in my half-naked form , the way my bra had felt entirely too flimsy under his piercing stare before I'd grabbed my clothes and fled the closet in humiliation.Quickly shoving those thoughts aside, I turned to find Mom beaming at me, eyes bright with a joy I hadn't seen in months. "Mom? What's got you so worked up this morning?" I asked, one hand straying to protectively cup my tender chest.She grabbed her phone and thrust it into my hands, a bright grin stretching her face. On the screen was a message from a number labeled 'Debt Collector':"See that?" Mom crowed as she jabbed a finger at the words. "That debt collector can kindly go kick rocks!"You have successfully paid off the remaining balance. Thank yo
A deal with the playboy CHAPTER SIXTY TWO
ELLA'S POV"I won't say I'm not disappointed," Mom said, snapping me out of my daze. "I brought you out to celebrate with me, not look all sulky and mopey."That's when I realized I had been absentmindedly staring at the giant turkey leg she'd just handed me from the food court. We'd been on a shopping binge for hours, store-hopping.Blinking, I accepted the greasy turkey leg from her and took a big bite, suddenly realizing how hungry I was. "Mmph, 'orry," I mumbled around the mouthful."Care to share what's got you so distracted? This is supposed to be a happy mother-daughter day."I swallowed hard, slowly chewing as I gathered my thoughts. How could I explain this storm of emotions raging inside over my fight with Trent?"I'm just...stressed, I guess." I hedged lamely. "Stressed? But we haven't even really started the fun part yet!" She gestured at the shopping bags weighing down our arms. "This was just the warm-up round, babe!"I couldn't stop the snort of laughter that escaped a
A deal with the playboy SIXTY THREE
ELLA'S POV"Ella?" Ryan's voice was laced with shock as our eyes met across the restaurant. "What are you doing here?"I blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of the awkward situation. "I...really don't know."Ryan turned his questioning gaze to Mom, who was beaming from ear to ear. "Is she your daughter?""Yes, she is!" Mom clasped her hands together. "And I see you two already know each other. This is going to be even easier than I thought."Easier? My brows furrowed in confusion as the pieces slowly clicked into place. "Wait...what's going to be easy?" She waved a hand. "Oh, there won't be any need for introductions or awkward getting-to-know-you conversations. You're already acquainted - the perfect match!"My jaw dropped as I finally grasped what she was implying. Was my own mother...setting me up on a date? With Ryan?Ryan seemed to connect the dots as well, because his head whipped towards me with raised brows. "But I thought you had a boyfriend?"Oh god, someone was definitel
A deal with the playboy CHAPTER SIXTY FOUR
TRENT'S POV"Ella!" Someone shouted from behind me. I whipped around quickly, my heart leaping with the thought that it was her. But it was just one of the players from the opposing Rogers team, cupping his hands around his mouth as a girl came running over."Elva!" He grinned as she flung her arms around him in a tight embrace. Of course it wasn't Ella - just my mind playing tricks again.The guy smoothed his hands over her back as they swayed together. "Wish me luck, babe," he murmured against her hair.She pulled back with a smile. "How about I give you a little luck charm instead?"Before he could respond, she looped her arms around his neck and pulled his mouth down to hers in a kiss. I felt my jaw clench as I quickly averted my gaze, trying to ignore the uncomfortable pang in my chest. Why did her name have to be everywhere, taunting me? Arghh, I raked my hands over my hair in frustration.A sharp blast of the whistle shattered my thoughts. The players began lining up on the
A deal with the playboy CHAPTER SIXTY FIVE
ELLA'S POV"So..." Mom drawled, eyeing me over the rim of her wine glass. "Did you like him?"I set down my fork with a clatter on the iron plate. "Why would you expect me to like someone you just ambushed me with on a blind date?""Oh Please, Ryan is such a catch. He'll treat you so much better than that asshole Damien ever did," she stated.Rolling my eyes, I shook my head. "I don't care about any of that. My feelings for Damien are in the past.""Well, he's also very romantic," Mom continued. "You can't deny the setting that day was incredibly romantic."I couldn't stop the snort of laughter that escaped. "I really don't care about how 'romantic' he is, Mom."She stared at me before a sly smile stretched her lips. "Well, what if I told you he's the son of the owner of that fancy restaurant you two dined at tonight?"I paused, brow furrowing slightly as her words sank in. "Wait...what did you just say?""You heard me," Mom said, taking another sip of her wine. "Ryan's father is the
A deal with the playboy CHAPTER SIXTY SIX
TRENT'S POV"Alright guys, bring it in!" Coach's voice rang out sharply.We all quickly assembled around him in a tight circle, our sneakers squeaking against the hardwood court. "Listen up," he said, "This is it. The final game to decide this whole tournament is here."He jabbed a finger at my chest. "And we wouldn't have made it this far without Trent being captain."An applause broke out from the guys as they reached over to pound me on the back. My gaze slid over to where Damien's friends were clustered, their arms firmly crossed with scowls on their faces.I smirked lazily in their direction. "What's the matter, fellas? Too choked up with pride for your new captain to join in?"Marcus's jaw tightened as he opened his mouth, but Coach cut him off with a furious look."Save it for after the game," he growled. "Because if you idiots cost us this championship, you'll be removed from the team..." Marcus and the others exchanged sullen looks before finally bringing their hands togeth
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