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Author: Tina Maxxy
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The dean was pacing his office like a man waiting for bad news he already knew was coming.

Up.

Down.

Up again.

The VC’s voice was still ringing in his ears—furious, clipped, dangerous.

Clear it up.

Now.

What the hell do you think you’re doing?

The door opened gently.

Too gently.

The professor in charge of the course walked in like he owned the fucking place.

The dean spun.

“What the hell have you done?” he snapped. He tried to keep his voice steady, but the anger leaked out anyway. “Why didn’t you give him his required score? Do you want this whole school to burn? What kind of image do you think this portrays? Are you even thinking at all?”

The professor raised a brow. Slow. Unbothered.

Then he sat down.

“I don’t think you should be talking to me like this.”

The words landed like a slap.

“What?” The dean stared at him.

The professor leaned back. “One phone call. That’s all it takes. I call Maya’s parents, and you’re out of this office forever. I don’t know if that’s what you want—but
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  • 70

    And just like that, Jace watched his father—the one he hadn’t spoken to in over half a year—walk away with Maya. He followed from a distance, silent, watching his father hail a cab that would take him to the bus stop and then home. Maya turned, her eyes glinting as she walked toward him. “I didn’t know your father was going to come,” she said lightly, like it was a joke. “I only sent him a message—told him I was your girlfriend. Was just crying a little, and he went full-on drama king. Makes me wonder…” She circled him slowly, deliberately. “Is your father… slow in thinking? like...a bit that stupid?” Jace’s gaze snapped to hers. “Withdraw that word.” “Of course I can’t deny saying something I didn’t say,” she replied smoothly. “I mean, does he not see the videos of you everywhere online? Oops, forgot—he can’t afford Wi-Fi.” She let out a short laugh, sharp and teasing. “Jace, let’s end this hide-and-seek game we’re playing—” “I don’t know about hide-and-seek,” he growled,

  • 69

    Jace woke to his phone vibrating violently on the bed. How the hell did he even manage to go to sleep without turning it off? He scrambled, snatched it, and silenced the damn thing—but it was too late. Sleep had fled.Caller ID flashed: the VC. What the fuck does this man want now? He thought yesterday’s drama was done.He blocked the number immediately. Zero fucks to give. No class until 11 a.m.—enough time to read, to focus, to pretend he was a genius. The trick? No one ever sees the work; they just assume talent.The doorbell cut through his thoughts like a knife. If it was that girl again, he swore he’d make her leave this hotel today.He yanked the door open without a glance at the dashboard.Shock hit him like a punch to the gut. His father was standing there.“Dad…what the fuck are you doing here?”His father’s eyes scanned him, cold and sharp. “Pack all your things. You’re coming home. Now.”“Home? Home—”“Don’t argue. Your mother needs you. If you’re living like this, who are

  • 68

    Because fate was fucking stupid, the journey that was supposed to take just ten minutes—and, worst of all shit, twenty minutes—ended up becoming a full hour.Darryl had given his driver a simple instruction: drive to Maya’s house. Simple, right? Wrong. The damn old man already had problems with his ears and somehow thought Darryl had mentioned another girl’s name.And Darryl, too caught up in his own thoughts, hadn’t noticed until far too late that the man was driving in the wrong direction.“I’m so sorry, sir,” the driver mumbled as they finally pulled into Maya’s compound.“Give me the fucking key,” Darryl ordered.The man fearfully handed it over, trembling as if it were a bomb.“You can go home now. Get some sleep. Don’t come back again. I’ll wire your severance pay,” Darryl snapped.“Sir—”“If you make me change my mind, you’ll be walking home with zero pay,” he cut off the protest.Defeated, the man got out of the car and shuffled toward the gate. It was already midnight. He’d p

  • 67

    Tears spilled over, hot and uncontrollable. She didn’t even know why she was crying anymore. It made no sense. But Jace was scaring her. Really scaring her.And then—like he meant every word—he dashed to the window.He yanked it open.No hesitation. No checking. No bluffing.Cold air rushed in.She stared at the open space beyond it, her breath hitching violently. It wasn’t even that high. First floor. She’d land easily.Which somehow made it worse“I was fucking sleeping and you came into my room and started hitting the doorbell like a damn maniac?” he snapped at her. “And you don’t have any reason for doing that? With your shapeless, oversized nightwear?” He stepped closer, the heat from his presence making her shrink back.“I’m…sorry…” she stammered, barely able to meet his gaze.“Walk to the fucking window and jump down,” he barked.“Please…”“Three seconds!”“I…I…I…the…the—the…” Her words crumbled, nothing coherent coming out, just panicked gasps.Jace’s lips curled into a grin—o

  • 66

    Iris had always stood for honesty. Keeping to her word was non-negotiable. And now…that meant telling Jace about what she promised Daryl. The thought made her stomach twist. How was she supposed to tell him after the way he had looked at her minutes ago?Every second with Jace was turning into one of those cozy online stories she read every weekend. The kind where she’d shake her head at the female character, calling her a fool for sticking around with a guy who’d caused her hell.But wait…had Jace really crossed a line? The only thing he had actually done was…comment on her mouth. Was he mocking her? Or just being bluntly honest? Maybe…maybe it wasn’t that bad. Maybe it was still okay.She walked to her suite, stealing a glance at Jace’s locked door before slipping inside her own. Pajamas on, she paced the sitting room, mind racing.Sending a message was pointless. Ninety-nine point nine percent chance he wouldn’t even see it. But if she went to him…maybe…just maybe…he’d open the doo

  • 65

    Iris blinked. Just once.“You’re not trying to threaten me, are you?” she asked. The surprise on her face was real—and somehow that scared Darryl more than anger would have. “Do thieves threaten now?”“I’m not a thief, you—”He stopped himself.Cursing would be stupid. Trigger-happy security, bad memories of Robert, headlines he couldn’t afford. Darryl cleared his throat.“I’m not a thief, Iris.”“Then explain.”“I can’t.”She held out her hand. “My phone.”One of the men placed it in her palm instantly.“I’ll call the chief of police,” Iris said calmly.The words slammed into Darryl’s chest.Chief. Of. Police.All those years keeping his record clean. All the favors. All the dirty friends. He wasn’t about to throw it away over a necklace he didn’t even know how Maya got in the first place.“You can ask Maya how she got it,” he rushed out. “Keep me out of this. Just—just tell Jace to call her. Please. Or I destroy it right here.”Silence.Then—“I’ll tell him,” Iris said.Darryl’s eye

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