“It’s quite late there, shouldn’t you be in bed? Is everything all right?”
I tried reining in my earlier irritation but failed, as my father’s next words proved. “I should be asking you that, son. You don’t sound like yourself.”
“I’m good, just encountered a little hiccup. Nothing I can’t handle.”
There was a long pause on the other side, and I anticipated a lecture. That’s not what I got. “Sometimes you need to just give in and let nature take its course, son. No matter how much you want to control a situation, it doesn’t always have to be you at the helm.”
My father’s ability to gauge my feelings just from my tone of voice alone, never failed to amaze me, this time though, he sounded almost like he knew what I was going through. I couldn’t help wondering if he were keeping tabs on me. Wouldn’t put it past the old man. Our family had a lot riding on my investigation and here I was, fucking around with a student.
“Is everything all right there?” I repeated.
His soft chuckle told me he was aware of my evasion. “Everything’s fine, I just called to see how you were doing. I believe you’ve reunited with a long-lost friend.”
Rhett, you bastard, I cursed. When he visited, I’d mentioned meeting Dean again. Either my father tortured it out of him, or Rhett spilled during a round of golf with my father. And by torture, I mean threatening to deny Rhett access to his mother’s trust fund. As executor of her estate, father had the power to do so. Although, it wasn’t like Rhett needed it.
“Dean’s doing well,” I replied out of courtesy.
“And his wife?”
Knowing why he asked, I chose not to answer. “I have to go, father. I’ll keep you updated on my progress.”
I heard his heavy sigh before he replied, “take care, son.”
Ten minutes later, I pulled into my basement parking. Raking my hands through my wet hair, I sat there staring at the white wall through the windscreen unable to get the image of Levana’s sobbing face out of my head. Never in my life had I been so captivated by someone that her tears killed me a little more, each time I witnessed them. Yet at the back of my mind, annoyance still feathered my control. Uncertain what riled me more, Levana’s obstinacy, seeing her cry or the fact that she hadn’t answered my question about Davien. I could easily go back there and see if she was all right. Chances were, I was likely to make an arse of myself in front of her father, if I did.
Chapter 36 - Levana
Ihadn’t spoken toSaint for two weeks.
After he gave Davien and me a ride outside the school, Saint and I went about our daily lives like the other didn’t matter. Only, to me, he did. Even though a part of me hated him, I patiently waited for his class, just to see him for that moment, to enjoy the caress of his voice or the occasional glance he sent my way. He never addressed me directly unless I raised my hand to answer a question. Even then, it was with a simple, ‘yes, Miss Singh.’
While none of the other kids picked up on his tired expression or strained voice, I knew that just like me, he wasn’t sleeping well. Unfortunately, there was nothing I could do to right that because even if I wanted to, I knew he wouldn’t let me. Four months since he arrived at our school, and I was still no closer to understanding why he’d come after me that last afternoon. I might’ve sucked his cock and know what he tasted like, but Saint Sinclair was still a mystery. One I would never solve. Although sadness invaded me every time that thought came up, I was slowly letting him go. He wasn’t mine and never would be.
If that didn’t hurt, then the knowledge, he belonged to someone else, killed me on the inside. I’d seen that woman twice now, visiting him at school. The smiles he gave her both times, hurt more than the kisses she planted on his cheek just before she left. Who she was, remained a secret too because no one dared to question Mr Sinclair except for me and I’d somehow lost that privilege.
“Are you sure you don’t want to come with us, sweetheart?” Dad pulled me out of drifting thoughts trying once more to change my mind as he pulled his beanie down over his thinning hair. “It could be fun. Plus, leaving you here alone...” He trailed off, turning away from the mirror to look at me.
