Will Castle be able to resist the school's playgirl whom he has to tutor?
Holly Versace never took anything serious in life. But when her grades go down and her position as the cheerleading captain is threatened, she needs to find a tutor to help h...
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| 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐞 |
I stare back at the gray stormy eyes.
Yup. He's pissed.
His arms are crossed against his chest, one eyebrow raised with his body leaning against the wall.
"Welcome home." His voice, deep and dark, addresses me, coolly.
I step inside the house and close the door behind me, offering Dad a half-smile, half-wince. "You stayed up late again?"
Of course, he did. He never goes to sleep until I come home.
"You missed dinner." He says.
"I was sleeping."
"Ah, right, the library." He nods, his gaze watching my face closely. He's waiting to see if I slip up and admit the actual truth.
"Yes. The library." I confirm. "You can ask the librarian. She got me out."
He narrows his eyes at me. "Holly?"
"Yes, Dad?" I grin.
"What were you doing at the library?" He asks as if expecting an answer like 'hiding drugs in the books'. 'Roofing all the nerds'. 'Vandalizing the bookshelves'.
I don't hide my grin. "I've been a good girl today."
He immediately catches on to my response. "Ah ha! Tell me! You did something. It's clearly written on your face."
I shake my head.
Why did mom leave me with him? He takes his fatherly job too seriously.
"Can I have something to eat first?" I ask. "I'm hungry."
He continues giving me his skeptical look but complies anyway and pushes himself off the wall with one foot before walking into the house towards the kitchen.
I take off my heels, slip on my slippers and follow him.
He lays out a plate of microwave-heated food on the table.
I slide onto my chair and start eating. God, how long has it been since I've eaten?
"Spill." My dad says, sliding into the chair across me so that he's directly looking at my face.
A sigh comes out of my mouth, and I reach down to open my bag, taking out the test result which marks my failure.
Without a word, I slide the test paper on the dining table, in between us.
