Fake Dating the Bad Boy for Revenge novel Chapter 72

Chapter 72

THEO’S POINT OF VIEW.

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I sat close to the window, watching her as her eyes perused the pages of a math extbook. The second I watched her walk through those halls, my heart fucking skipped, dipped, and flipped in my chest. She was so fucking beautiful.

And I would have stayed back, or probably tried my hand at a night of sex… until she spoke.

The second she opened her mouth, my shoulders tightened.

She was supposed to be Lucien’s…..or at least that’s what was on the fucking papers, but for some reason, I wanted her. My body coiled with tension as ! watched her flip through pages, as she highlighted between intervals. It was like watching a damn movie, as every move she made spiked another layer of interest through me.

My phone pinged softly on the table, forcing me to avert my gaze from the goddess a few tables away from me.

BOOTY CALL;

The name flashed on my screen,

and with a grimace, I tapped on the screen.

“Are we still up for tonight?” The text read, and to my surprise, all I could do was groan in disgust and frustration. Literally a week ago, sent a rush of blood to my cock, hardening me instantly as I looked forward to our therapy sessions.

But not all I could do was stare at my phone in disgust, as I detected my reply;

“No. Stop fucking your patient. It’s unprofessional.” I sent the text and clicked the block button before shooting a text to my secretary.

this text would have

Make sure to inform my lawyer to make a possible file in case we need to sue my therapist for sexual harassment and breach of duties to her client.”

I dropped my phone back on the table and stared at her once again. She bit her lip slightly as she solved math equations. Pausing at something on the pages, she placed her pencil between her lips, and I stared at the damn stationer with jealousy.

I wanted to be the one between her lips, to be the one she looked at with so much concentration. I wanted her time, her attention…all she had to offer and

much more.

As if she could tell that someone was watching, she lifted her head and looked around for a few beats before her eyes landed on mine. The second we made eye contact, her blue eyes hardened with something akin to hate, and her lips tightened in a snarl.

Smirking, I rose to my feet, walked over to her table, and stopped in front of her.

“A pretty girl shouldn’t be alone, especially when she looks this ravishing.” I said and waited for her to fall for the charm every girl in this school gobbled

up every time I used it.

‘Funny. This is a library, I’m sure it’s meant for reading. She said, stunning me she looked at me as though I was a fly she wanted to squash, “But I’m not surprised. Anyone who says what you just spewed from your lips can never come a library to read. To text, maybe, but read? God forbid.”

She said, before returning to her books, her lips pursed and tightened.

“Well, I would understand, but I was speaking to my therapist, I said, going for other line that worked with the ladies every time, as I flashed her a smirk.

“She must be quite happy to see you. She muttered, barely sparing me a glance she fixed her gaze on her calculator.

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Chapter 72

I frowned, wondering how she knew my therapist was a woman. ‘How do you know she’s a woman?” I asked, and she looked up at me with her facial

expression as if to say;

Duhh.”

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“Anyone with half a functioning brain can tell that you were not referring to a man….unless you’re..” She said, trailing off.

I smirked, even as her words burned deep in my mind, before taking a seat in front of her. The second my ass met the chair, she heaved a frustrated sigh as she stared up at me like I was a pesky fly she cou;dn’t get rid of.

‘What the hell do you want?” She asked, and I shrugged my shoulders slightly in response.

“To watch you…or better still, I might be struggling with my calculus, mund tutoring me?” I asked, my tone playful and light as my hard eyes washed over her with a desire to claim her, to mark her, to make her mine.

She smiled bitterly, staring at me with the same pesky expression. “You mean to tell me, the son of a literal fucking Lord, does not have the best tutors at his beck and call?” She asked, and the reminder of my status sent a wave of bitterness through me, but I shoved it down.

“Well, maybe I want you instead,” I said, and she glared so hard at me, I would have been buried in the ground from the force of it if it had any power.

“No.” She said, before returning to her books.

“Come on.” I said, “I’ll pay you.” I said, intent on offering her any amount, if it meant I’d get to see her and be in her company for some time.

But she scoffed, saying, “Your money is practically useless to me. Keep it.”

I frowned, wondering why a scholarship girl wouldn’t take any offer to make money.

One thousand dollars per week.” I offered, and she stared up at me with dead eyes.

“You’re that desperate?” She says. “But no. Keep your money.” She rejected my offer?

Something’s not adding up.

Sloane would take that money the second I offered it, well, if Lucien wouldn’t behead me for talking to his girl or taking her time.

Before I could speak, her phone pinged on the table. My eyes dart to it immediately, but her reflexes are super fast, because she grabs her phone quickly; ly.

Her eyes run over the text for a few seconds before she purses her lips and groan lowly.

She places her phone back on the table and pins me with a glare.

‘Five thousand dollars, and you have a deal.” She says, surprising me for the third time today.

I smiled at that and said, “Okay! How about every day for three hours?”

“No, I don’t want to bear the burden of your presence for five minutes, talk less three hours every fucking day. You want a deal, we’ll do weekdays for two hours. Make a first deposit now, or the deal’s off. She says, grabbing her things d storming off.

Her candy cologne wafts in my nose as she walks past me.

A smirk dances on my lips as I order my secretary to prepare the money in cash or me.

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