That had me laughing out loud. “I feel like a prancing horse up on display for an auction.”
“Well, a prancing horse doesn’t necessarily mean it’s going to submit to its new master now, does it. That animal has a mind of its own, just like you.” She pinched my cheeks. “Second comes the jealousy act. Touch another guy while you’re talking to him but do it when you know Saint is watching. If he feels anything, you’ll start to see the reactions. Irritation, mood changes, tight-lipped replies. That sort of thing.”
Alarm bells started going off in my head. “What if he gets like really angry.”
“He won’t, because Saint sounds like a man that cares about you enough to walk away from something he wants.”
“You think?” I turned away to look at myself in the mirror, trying to believe it were true. Aunt Trina came up behind me. “From what you told me, yes.”
“I mean, he’s way older than me, maybe I’m just infatuated with him, maybe that’s why I’m so drawn to him.” I sighed, wishing I could understand my reactions to his presence. “Even though I don’t want to believe it, I know it’s not just a sexual thing between us. I like how he makes me feel good about myself.” My eyes met hers in the mirror.
She put her arms around me and kissed the top of my head. “You’re a beautiful girl, sapphire. Stop doubting yourself. And if you don’t want to do any of those things I told you to, then don’t. But you need to find some other distraction, so you don’t fall into a deep dark pit of self-loathing and despair.”
“You always know how to make everything better.” My shoulders felt so much lighter now that I’d shared my pain. “I’m ready for more.” And I was.
I believed discovering Sebastian Sinclair was actually Saint was a blessing in disguise. With Aunt Trina’s words in my head, I changed my style. I was still the same old Levana Singh but a few minor changes go a long way. I shortened my school skirts a bit, alternated my braids with a high ponytail, painted my nails with shocking colours and took a little more interest in make-up. If nothing else, the changes gave me a confidence boost, it made me feel good about myself and when I entered a room, I walked tall and proud.
Over the next week, I avoided him. In class, I merely listened, didn’t bother with interaction and focused. If he noticed the difference, he didn’t say anything. Although, there were timesI believed he wanted to say something then chose not to. Maybe I just imagined it.
Chapter 23 - Saint
Iwas standing justoutside the gymnasium when Levana arrived for the homecoming dance. Given the theme, the committee had done a fantastic job of emulating the perfect blues and whites of a white winter and the reason why she didn’t notice me. While the gym had been transformed into a beauty, the hallway outside was cast in the shadows of clever lighting to depict the darker notches of the colder season.
Dressed in beautiful white lace that ended in a trail behind her, her hair a mass of glossy ringlets around a face shaded in light make-up, Levana floated down the silvery carpet like the proverbial snow princess she was. Every inch of me took note. My heart drummed a royal beat in my ear, my cock saluted her grace and my eyes refused to look away. Once again, this little girl did things to me without even trying. I remembered that afternoon she’d secretly asked my opinion on her dresses and each time I responded negatively, she’d roll her eyes or huff. She hadn’t shown me this one though, and it was perfect.
Since letting on I was Saint, she’d ignored me most of the week. Her attitude in class was either forced politeness or subtle ignorance. She refrained from participating and that worried me as I was afraid it would hurt her more than it did me. Still, I gave her a wide berth. Only, tonight I didn’t plan on staying too far out of her reach.
I watched her walk up to the door and pause. Without bothering to look around, she plumped up her ample tits. “Okay, Penelope and Peach, its show time. You girls ready for your first dance?”
Penelope and Peach, that made me chuckle. Her lips pulled into a wide smile before she pushed through the doors. A blast of music indicated the dance was in full swing. Adjusting my trousers to make room for my esteemed guest standing to attention right now, I followed her inside.
“Good evening, Mr Sinclair.” Miss Anderson approached. “You’re looking dashing, as always,” she flirted.
“Good evening, thank you.” I knew I should compliment her dress but I chose not to, nipping her coquettish behaviour in the bud. Glancing around the room, until I found my prize, I watched her chatting with Cian.
They moved around the floor, examining the décor until Davien neared them and asked her to dance. Startled by the sudden tightening in my gut, I turned to Miss Anderson. “Care to dance?”
