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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| 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐉𝐀𝐗𝐎𝐍 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐄 |
My body jerks up after looking at the time before I realize...I don't have to rush anymore.
With a stiff body, I reluctantly rest back into my chair.
There's still uneasiness clinging to my back, telling me to get up and rush here and there. Do something. Exhaust yourself.
But I don't have to anymore...
My mind is still not used to the feeling of feeling relaxed.
Relaxed. Something that I haven't been in a long time.
I glance at the clock once more. 12 in the night.
I'm never home at this time. I'm always out, working my mind out.
And now that I don't have to...
Why am I this uneasy?
I should be relaxed. Calm. I should be able to focus on my mental health which I've been neglecting for the past few years.
Personal assistant. I lean back against my chair. Who knew I would become the personal assistant of some rich CEO?
Although, I'm pretty sure the 'personal' is because I'm underage. Being a personal assistant shouldn't be this easy. I'm supposed to do way more things. More things than just sitting home and doing tasks that are child's play.
Is this Holly's way of making fun of me? Offering me a job that pays way more than the work I'm doing. I should be getting half of the money that her father offered me. Not even half. Barely a quarter of it.
I have to give in five hours of my time every day, visit her father's office weekly to give in my work and that's it.
That easy...
Why am I so weirded out by the thought of something being easy?
A sigh comes out of my mouth as I glance at the clock once more.
Since I'm done with work for tonight, I might as well get some sleep.
Shutting off my old laptop and switching off the lights in the living room, I make my way to my room. That's when my phone buzzes in my pocket.
An annoyed breath comes out of my mouth.
What the hell does she want now?
She's been texting me nonsense for the past few days. Sometimes it's pictures of the lemons in her fridge. Sometimes it's some weird dark joke she remembers randomly.
First I had to get used to the fact that Holly Versace is texting me on my phone. Once the shock wore off, it was only annoyance.
In other words, her texting me is fucking unusual. And annoying.
