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A deal with the playboy CHAPTER TWENTY- NINE
ELLA'S POV"Crap, it's already 6:40am!"I checked the time in panic, realizing I now had barely an hour left to get dressed, review some key topics, and mentally prepare before the pivotal math test.Of course my alarm chose today of all days to fail me. My head was pounding and eyes so heavy from the stress and adrenaline of last night's failed confrontation with Enzo, but I refused to let exhaustion stop me from studying.I quickly grabbed some medication from my drawer and took a couple pills, willing the medication to kick in and relieve my throbbing head. By 7:20am, I had powered through the remaining review material.Tossing the empty pill pack aside, I jumped out of bed now feeling clear headed. I threw the black mask and clothes I'd worn last night in a crumpled heap on the floor. As much as I wanted to dwell on how terrible it went, I had to focus all my mental energy on acing this test now.Each day brought a new battle, and for today, earning the class presidency title took
A deal with the playboy CHAPTER THIRTY
ELLA'S POV I did the one thing my fuzzy brain could think of in that moment - I started falling down, pretending to faint. But before I could hit the floor, Trent's arm shot out and caught me, his hand wrapping around my waist.I looked up to see his face swimming before me, four eyes, no three... Ugh, stupid Nytol pills. Can't you just let me pretend to collapse in peace after refusing to help me out here?Trent leaned down, his breath tickling my ear in a way that made me shiver as he whispered. "Don't tell me this is your genius method of thinking he'll let you out of here? We don't have to go to such extremes, dear."Before I could respond, he straightened up again, lifting me along with him. Trent turned to Mr. Hayes, a cocky grin on his face that I knew all too well."Sir, you're really going to deny this student the chance to take urgent medication?" He challenged, while I swayed unsteadily on my feet, the classroom spinning around me."If she gets seriously ill because you re
A deal with the playboy CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
ELLA'S POV "Ella, please tell me it wasn't you that told him!""Come on, you know I would never betray your trust like that!" I said earnestly. Shooting a glare at Trent, I added "If I wanted to tell anyone about this mess, the last person would be this arrogant jerk over here."Trent cleared his throat loudly. "Uh, said arrogant jerk is still standing right here, ladies."Susan and I both turned to him, exclaiming in unison "Shut up, Trent!"He held up his hands in mock surrender, a smirk still playing on his lips. "Sorry, but I gotta defend myself here too, did you really expect me to fork over a ton of cash without taking precautions to know what it's actually funding?"He gestured to himself arrogantly. "After all, it is my hard-earned money we're talking about."Susan sighed, a bitter edge to her voice. "This is exactly why I warned Ella not to get you involved! Now you know about my..." She trailed off, unable to bring herself to finish the sentence. "Look Susan, I know you're
A deal with the playboy CHAPTER THIRTY- TWO
ELLA'S POV"For the last time Trent, stop touching my things!"Trent was now sprawled across my bedroom floor, rummaging through my belongings. His mouth was smeared with the bright pink gloss I had carefully tried to manage while applying it this morning. God, what kind of stupid trouble had I gotten myself into? All because of the money I borrowed from him that ultimately changed nothing.He picked up another of my crop tops, stained fingers grasping at the fabric as he tried yet again to pull it on over his head. I grabbed it back before he could stretch the delicate material."You really need to stop pawing at my stuff, Trent!" I snapped, my voice going hoarse from yelling. He merely flashed an unapologetic grin my way. "And why the hell did you have to choose my bedroom out of all rooms to crash in. You couldn't stay with Liam or Connor instead? Or one of your new basketball buddies?"Trent flopped comfortably onto my pillows, head nestled cozily on Mr. Snuggles, my cherished ch
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
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