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'm at Castle's house at exactly 5 PM.
I take a moment outside to gaze at the old house before walking up the porch steps to his door. On ringing the doorbell, I hear the bark of a dog.
A smile stretches my lips at Will's sound.
It takes a while for the door to open and when it does, a ball of golden-brown fur launches itself at my stomach. I catch him just in time, hiking him up in my arms.
"Well hi there." I grin at the energetic dog. He barks, wriggling in my arms.
I look up to see Castle's mom, Camille, standing at the door, clutching the doorframe with her thin hands, smiling at me.
"You get prettier every time I see you," I comment.
She blushes, her smile widening, "You think so?"
I nod.
"Come in." She steps aside slowly, making way for me.
I step inside the house, letting Will jump out of my arms when his wriggling gets intense.
I'm in the middle of taking off my shoes, when Castle walks outside, pushing a wheelchair in front of him, yelling.
"Why the hell aren't you in your wheelchair? Where are you—oh." He pauses when his eyes land on me.
I raise my eyebrows at him in greeting.
He nods at me, before looking at his mom. He glares. "Sit." He points at the wheelchair. "Now."
Camille rolls her eyes, walking over to the wheelchair and taking a seat. Will jumps on her, curling himself on Camille's lap.
"Someone's bossy," I comment in amusement. I like it.
Camille shoots an annoyed look at Castle. "He thinks he has to handle every single thing and every single one."
"Because I have to," Castle mutters.
Why? Where's your father? I want to ask.
"You don't have to," Camille says. "I'm perfectly fine."
"So you keep saying."
I take a good look at Castle. He's wearing a normal full-sleeved black t-shirt with sweatpants. No hoodie, no jeans. It's compelling to see him like that. I can't stop staring at him for a moment.
"Go get her something to drink and eat," Camille tells Castle.
"You invited her. You give her." Castle mutters, bitterly.
He gets a smack from his mom at that.
"He's being sour." She tells me.
"I know," I respond. "I'm used to his lemony sourness."
