Beyond my limit.
Luckily, I had what I required and texted that I needed to reschedule my pre-breakfast sessions. I hopped in the shower and chuckled at my plan. I did myself up to the nines and texted Jean that I was making a statement so hopefully she would be ready to put an end to this bullshit and we were on the same page for at least this drama.
I wasn’t surprised when she immediately responded that she was beyond ready and if she had to deal with much longer she was going to explode.
I actually believed that when she hated idiots as much as I did.
My hair was gorgeous with big curls and wild. I put just a bit of product in it the way Clare had shown me along with magic to make it perfect and shine. My makeup was killer. I went with the wedges Winter and Sergey loved that tied up around my ankle.
I finished the look off with the bikini from the pictures… And nothing else.
They wanted to shame me and try to act like I wasn’t fit to be head of a family because others were passing underage photos sexualizing me?
They could kiss my very fine ass.
I made it to the elevator without anyone seeing me, but there were several people in the lobby clearly heading home. They had bags and parents there to pick them up even.
I walked right by them like I was wearing anything else and not giving a care.
I strutted right past a bunch of students and more outside. Cars there grabbing people and bags. Parents. Faculty… Didn’t care.
Word had gotten out because there were a lot of people by the cafeteria. Not even the normal amount for a typical Fridaymorning and definitely more than I would have expected the last day of midterms when most were done.
And one very unhappy professor.
Wyatt was standing there with his arms crossed over his chest. A bit flustered, so I would guess he had run there. His eyes were full of upset and a bit too much heat that others should not see.
Still, I was ready to ignore it and make my point.
My body wasmineand people would not hold it against me. I wasn’t unqualified to be head of a family because I was in good shape and self-confident when I’d suffered under an actual sociopath no one had a problem with.
“No, nope, not happening, little sexy,” Winter announced as he was suddenly in front of me.
“Excuse me?” I demanded as I blinked up at him.
“This,” he growled gesturing to me and then everyone else around taking pictures and filming me. “I can’t. I—even I have lines, Bev.”
“Are you seriously telling me what to do?” I asked, shocked he was acting like this.
He adjusted his neck and then whipped off his shirt before kneeling in front of me. “No, I would never.” He handed the shirt to me. “But I will fucking beg you to put this on. Please.Please, Bev. I’m going to end up in prison.” He lifted his head and I saw something dark in his eyes. “Hear me that I’m going to end up in prison.”
“Because of me or the idiots?” I checked.
“The idiots. Always the idiots.”
Shit. I hadn’t thought of that.
I had the shirt out of his hands and over my head in a flash. “Fine, but tell the other idiots that I’mfineand stop acting like I’m so damn fragile. And I was just making a point not—”
“Point made. Enough people saw you,” he interrupted but then ran his tongue over his teeth. “But I think we need a talk about things we should check with each other on when dating, yeah? Like lines and things we discuss first?”
Shit. That was fair and I’d clearly stepped in it. “That’s probably a good idea.”
He stood so fast that I didn’t realize what was happening until I was over his shoulder. “Glad you agree. I know a really great pancake place and now I want them. Let’s go.”
“Winter!” I gasped, smacking his back. “Put me down! What are you doing?”
“Taking my girlfriend out for pancakes so I don’t murder idiots,” he said his voice tight.
