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 |
Saturday comes three days later.
I'm pacing around my room, waiting for the moment the noise in the kitchen dies down.
I look at the time. It's almost 11.
Come on. Come on. Come on. Go to sleep Dad.
I keep catching myself in the mirror of my dressing table, taking in my curled blonde hair and loose baggy pyjamas.
I even sent a string of messages to Castle for no reason except to bother him. That little Sour Face blocked me last night but guess what? I have another phone. He then told me that he was going to mute my contact and ignore me.
I'm in the middle of sorting my lipstick shades from light to dark when I hear sudden footsteps getting louder with each second.
My eyes widen. Shit.
I quickly flip the light switch off and dive under my covers just in time. The door opens after a knock and light spills into the room.
I make the act of rubbing sleep from my eyes as I turn around to meet the broad figure of my one and only father.
"Dad?" I force my voice to sound low and groggy.
He steps into my room, "You didn't fall asleep yet?"
"Almost," I reply.
He steps into the room. It takes me a full ten seconds to realize the grin on his face.
"Why are you smiling like that?" I furrow my eyebrows at him.
It might be the darkness, but I think he does a little excited bounce on the heels of his feet like a kid.
"I've got the news." His grin widens.
I slowly sit, making sure my sweatshirt's still covering my body, showing not even a peek of what's underneath.
"What news?" I ask.
I take in his excited look, his broad smiling mouth, his hands curled into fists. Why is he so excited—
With a realization, my mouth drops open.
"No!" I gasp.
"Yes!" He exclaims.
"When?" I demand.
"Next week!"
We squeal together.
I jump down from my bed, giving my dad a big squeeze.
I pull away. "We have to set the house! Clean! Prepare her food! Make space for her luggage!"
