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CHAPTER THIRTY- TWO
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A deal with the playboy CHAPTER THIRTY- THREE
ELLA'S POVI quickly sprang towards my bedroom door as I heard the door creaking open, blocking it at the last second before she could enter. I wildly gestured behind my back for Trent to find somewhere - anywhere - to hide himself while I distracted her.Mom peered down at me, eyebrows raised. "Why are you looking so frazzled, Ella?" Her gaze traveled down, taking in my disheveled appearance. "And why can't I come in?"I plastered a smile on my face that probably looked more like a grimace. "Uh, no reason! I was just about to change and didn't want you walking in on me half naked!" I babbled, acutely aware of Trent scrambling to gather his scattered clothes behind me.Mom frowned. "You're acting very odd. Now move aside please." Before I could react, she gently pushed past me into the room. I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing for her shocked reaction at finding a shirtless guy in my bedroom.But surprisingly, there was no yell or gasp of outrage from my mom. I hesitantly cracked one eye
A deal with the playboy CHAPTER THIRTY- FOUR
ELLA'S POV"Mom, seriously? You must be joking," I scoffed, rolling my eyes. "You know how much I hate Trent.""Then who is the one who sent this?" she demanded, waving the letter in my face."No one you need to know about, mom. You've been questioning me all morning. Don't you think it's time for you to rest?"Mom sighed heavily. "Yes, I suppose I could use a rest now. Thanks to you." She glanced down at the toy in her hand and gave it a final caress before handing it back to me with a wink."Ew, mom!" I wrinkled my nose in disgust, quickly shoving the box away before ushering her out of my room. "Go sleep it off or something."Finally, some peace! I flopped onto my bed with a groan. That had been way too close of a call. I just hoped Trent was safely out of the house by now.But just as I was starting to relax, a sudden figure appeared at my front, making me jump with a shout."What the f--!"I turned to see none other than Trent himself standing there, still shirtless but one of my
A deal with the playboy CHAPTER THIRTY- FIVE
Ella's POVI couldn't focus at all during Mrs. Johnson's history lecture. My mind kept drifting back to last night - Trent's face so close to mine, his eyes locked on my lips, our bodies nearly pressed together as we almost...almost kissed. I stole sidelong glances at Trent sitting a few rows over. He was relaxed back in his chair, eyes half-lidded as usual like this history class bored him to tears. But as if sensing my gaze, the corner of his mouth twitched up in the faintest smirk.My cheeks flushed and I swiveled my head back to face the front with a jolt."Ella Thompson!"I startled at the sound of the teacher's sharp voice. Oops, busted for daydreaming again.Mrs. Johnson fixed me with a stern glare from the front of the room. "It seems you're more distracted during this lecture than usual, Miss Thompson. Perhaps you'd like to enlighten us all about Lord Nelson's victory at the Battle of Trafalgar?"Oh no. I felt all the eyes in the room shift to me. Nelson, Trafalgar...the nam
A deal with the playboy CHAPTER THIRTY- SIX
ELLA'S POVI forced a polite smile and pulled out myself out of Lucinda's embrace. "Uh, sure. No hard feelings," I managed, though my words rang hollow even to my own ears. "I wasn't really upset in the first place."Lucinda just grinned wider. Trent stepped forward, gently detaching Lucinda's clinging hands from around his waist. "Lucinda, I think you should head out now. Ella and I need to talk."I quickly held up a hand. "No, I should be the one leaving actually. Seems I'm the one who interrupted you two just now." I gestured at Lucinda's hands, who has now clung her hands again around Trent's waist.He stared at me intently and I met his gaze with a challenging glare, refusing to back down first. Why should I feel bothered by Trent getting cozy with his ex? It's not like he was actually my boyfriend.I spun sharply on my heel, not waiting for his response. Was this that awful green monster rearing its head that people talked about - jealousy? No, surely not. Trent was nothing more
A deal with the playboy CHAPTER THIRTY- SEVEN
TRENT'S POVI walked down the hall, mentally replaying that look on Ella's face when she saw Lucinda hugging me that day. There was definitely a spark of something in her eyes, maybe even a hint of...jealousy?I smirked to myself. That little firecracker had been giving me the cold shoulder ever since that day in the hallway. Was she really refusing to talk to me just because I made a few cheeky comments alluding to our near-kiss? As if that night hadn't been on both our minds.No, she was definitely steamed about seeing me with my ex. And who could blame her? I did make sure that little vixen knew every word I threw out in class was meant for her. Riling her up never failed to amuse me.I chuckled under my breath. If Ella had her way right now, she'd probably bury me ten feet underground. The thought only fueled my mischievous flames.As I entered the cafeteria, my gaze landed on the two girls immediately. Ella was sitting across from Susan, as usual attached at the hip with her best
A deal with the playboy CHAPTER THIRTY- EIGHT
ELLA'S POVI had just finished getting dressed for school when my phone beeped with an incoming message. I picked it up from the bed to see it was from Susan.Yay, I've gotten all the money together now!Shee was referring to the funds for paying off her blackmailer. He could try contacting Susan again any day now seeking his payment.I quickly typed back: That's great news! Though I still haven't been able to reach Trent...Susan's response came through: See, I knew we shouldn't trust him.I sighed, tapping back: Don't panic yet, let me try tracking him down today.I slipped the phone into my bag and headed downstairs. My mom was sitting at the dining table sipping coffee. I breezed past her without a word, still bothered by her lies."Ella?" She called out, making me pause. I reluctantly turned to face her."You've barely spoken two words to me since yesterday. Did I do something wrong?"I turned to leave, but she grasped my wrist, pulling me back around."Talk to me, Ella," she ple
A deal with the playboy CHAPTER THIRTY- NINE
TRENT'S POV"Did you mention anything to Daddy about the money I took from him?" I asked in a low voice, kneeling down to my little sister Stacy's eye level. I'd found myself reluctantly crawling back home, cause really I have nowhere else to go. Stacy's eyes went wide and remorseful as she sensed my serious tone. "I didn't mean to," she insisted quickly. "It just...came out when I was talking to him and Mommy at dinner."I pinched the bridge of my nose, exhaling a sigh. "Okay, tell me exactly what you said to them."Stacy twisted her hands together, her small face scrunching up. "Well, when Mommy asked what I wanted from the toy store, I said I wanted a new teddy bear. But she told me we had to wait until my birthday."Stacy paused, visibly bracing herself."And...and then I said that you already got the money for my bear from Dad's wallet." "Stace, you weren't supposed to tell Mom and Dad about that," I said carefully, opening my eyes to meet her crestfallen gaze. "It was our littl
A deal with the playboy CHAPTER FORTY
ELLA'S POVI scanned the rows of cars in the school parking lot, hoping in vain to spot Trent's flashy sports car somewhere. But just like yesterday, his usual spot was glaringly empty.Well, I shouldn't be surprised. Trent skipping class was nothing new - even though I'd sent him multiple urgent texts about preparing for the blackmailer's call. Without Trent's help, our plan would never work. But clearly my messages hadn't been enough to tear him away from...whatever he was up to.My steps slowed as I approached the sleek Lamborghini Urus I knew only too well. Damien's car stood out brightly against the faded vehicles around it. Just seeing it made my mind drift back to that awful conversation I'd overheard between him and Amelia.I quickly averted my eyes, trying to halt that train of thought. But why had I allowed myself to break down crying over someone so cruel? Damien had no place left in my heart. But in that shattering moment, I just couldn't stop the tears from pouring out.
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