Jessica doesn't trust men. Worse, she has a string of short relationships and runs away when things get too serious. Demons from her past resurface when she meets him, Angel Seth Saint, her new teacher with a burning look. And, even if the young wom...
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I hardly notice the car stop, I'm so exhausted. To the point where I've almost fallen asleep in the front seat. I say almost, because too many things are going through my mind. Too much for me to fall asleep. I'm thinking about my test tomorrow, of course, but not only that. My discussion with my mother haunts me, in spite of myself. I don't like arguing with her. She's not as bad as she seems. But sometimes it's really hard.
I try to put myself in her shoes, and I know that she had to make a lot of sacrifices to raise us on her own, after my father died. Still, it's not enough to calm me down. I think I'm simply at the end of my rope. I'm as exhausted mentally as I am physically, and I can't even get the rest I deserve. I'm going to have to get out of this car, drag my body to the living room and study.
I'm not used to pulling all-nighters, but there has to be a first time for everything.
"Here we are, princess."
I open my eyes under her gentle tapping on my thigh. Angel is always incredibly delicate and knows when I need something gentle.
"Look, I know you're exhausted," he begins, stroking my hair, "but I know you can do it. We both know it."
I can see it in his eyes. But I'm not so sure. It's bad enough that normally I struggle with certain subjects, but when my time is so limited...I can only fear the worst.
"I think it's going to be a disaster", I confess.
"Don't say that."
"I'm never going to make it. I know you won't! Unless I don't sleep all night."
Suddenly, his face paled and his slight smile disappeared. Have I touched a sensitive subject? Yes, apparently, as he leans in with a slightly threatening look
"You'd better not stay awake. You need your sleep."
"Thanks for the useful information," I say sarcastically. "But it's not as if I had a choice. You've decided to take it out on me."
"It's not..."
And I turn to face him.
"Listen, for once I agree with you that I've really earned a punishment. Because, even if what happened in Italy wasn't my fault, I could have avoided half of it just by staying sober."
He seems to agree with what I'm saying.
"But we both know it's unfair to give me such a strict punishment. We're still talking about my studies and you know how important that is to me."
"I know... I know..." he repeats.
And with a loud sigh, I realize there may be a part of the story I don't know. Because he seems just as annoyed by the situation as I am. Why should he be if he's voluntarily chosen to inflict this punishment on me? He's hiding something! He's my Dom after all. I know when he's lying to me!
