Chapter 24 - Levana
On Monday, I arrivedat school chirpy. Cian couldn’t stop talking about the homecoming dance and how I’d let Samantha have it. In fact, a couple of girls approached me and started chatting about nothing in general. It was like they were seeing me for the first time and I didn’t let it affect me. All I did was keep Aunt Trina’s advice at the forefront of anything I did. Even though Saint had given me his jacket at the dance and while a gallant act, I still saw no reason to make friends. He broke my heart, plain and simple.
At lunchtime, Davien invited me to sit with him and a few friends at one of the benches under the trees. When I got there, they were talking about some girl one of the footballer’s had hooked up with the night of their game and the reason he’d missed it.
“You’re fucking shitting me,” Davien burst out laughing as I neared him. He looked up, his handsome face breaking into a brilliant smile. “Hey, princess.” Before I could stop him, he pulled me down on his lap and slipped both his hands around my waist, locking me in place.
Even though I flushed with embarrassment, none of the others seemed to bother as his friend, Roan, continued speaking.
“I’m telling you, dude, my cock literally got stuck in her throat. It was so fucking hilarious. No matter what I did, it didn’t work. I even asked her to sing a song like what’s that movie...oh shit, I forgot.”
“The Sweetest Thing,” someone piped up.
“Yeah, that one,” Roan said.
“What did you do?” one of the other boys asked.
“I had to literally drag her on her knees to the kitchen and pour oil down her mouth. And of course, she puked it out the sides. That sight just about did me in. My cock said get me the fuck out of here and went soft like a fucking squishy toy.”
“Oh, gross,” I said, not liking the image he created. “Thank goodness I don’t do blow jobs,” I blurted without thinking.
“Nothing wrong with sucking a cock, princess,” Davien nuzzled my neck making me turn scarlet. Both with his suggestion and his actions. “With the right man, you’ll love it.” He nipped my ear, making me giggle.
And that’s how Saint found us.
Me on Davien’s lap, his head tucked into my neck, nibbling on my ear like we were old lovers and surrounded by my giggles.
I felt his arrival even before he appeared. A strange hyperawareness skidding along my spine, anchoring in my lower back and weighing me down, forcing me to look up. He stood in the doorway of the cafeteria leading out onto the gardens, filling the space with his commanding presence, broad shoulders just about touching either side of the frame. In dark slacks, his habitual matching vest and a charcoal button down, the sleeves rolled up, exposing his corded forearms and veins popping as he flexed his fists. Given the darkened interior behind, they formed a shadow around him that screamed power and matched the perfect glint of authority in those translucent green eyes, currently slicing through Davien with apparent abhorrence.
I shivered and Davien felt it. “You cold, princess.” He tightened his hold only serving to further anger my teacher judging by that tic in his hardened jawline.
“Levana,” my name was growled like the drop of a ten-pound hammer—stern, forceful and shattering.
“Mr Sinclair,” I responded without rising.
“A word, please,” it was an order, warning me not to disobey. I’d heard it before, in that room and I obeyed—that time.
“I’m busy, Mr Sinclair, is it important?” my words flooded with indifference.
“Yes,” he barked, drawing the attention of the others.
Davien seemed to tense under me. “Go, princess.” He released his hold and pushed me up.
Reluctantly, I dragged my feet toward my teacher. Not waiting for me to near him, he turned and walked away. Thinking he’d headed for his class, I startled, when a hand reached out, grabbed me and pulled me into the janitor’s storeroom.
“What the—” a hand clamping around my mouth cut off my words before I was nudged up against a wall, the hand falling away.
