Chapter 9
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"Why are you all dressed up?" I ask Grant.
His hair that's in need of a root touch up has been lathered with gel. Combing it to the side
seemed to be a waste as he flips his head to the side with so much force I'm afraid he got
whiplash.
The five inch strands whip out of place and turn messy again, causing me to shake my head.
What was the point of all that?
He adjusts his black button up shirt with a strange white pattern on it before turning and
bouncing his eyebrows.
"I've got a study date."
A click in my head goes off and I nod, crossing my arms.
"You mean you're meeting your tutor?"
I smug smile lifts the corners of my mouth knowing my kid brother doesn't have slick moves. He
seems to know too as he glares at me.
"Whatever," he says. "She's coming over here."
"Why?" I ask knowing they could literally go anywhere else.
"In case you didn't notice bro, we live in a penthouse. It's a good setting for my plan."
His plan.
I fight the urge to roll my eyes. What he means is that he wants to flaunt my money to impress
her.
"Whatever kid," I say blandly. "I have to go on call while I train the new regional manager for
the club. Bentley's partner is down in the lobby if you need anything and please," I beg.
"Please don't have s*x. Pretend I'm home. Keep that door open," I warn.
Grant throws his hands up.
"Who am I to deny a woman s*x if she wants it? I'm seventeen Bentley!"
"Still a kid," I remind him. "One with no condoms. Study."
I turn on my heel and head to the elevator, typing away on my phone as I go.
"You have condoms in your nightstand!" Grant yells after me.
"I count!" I assure back as I step into the enclosure.
Lord give me patience.
•••
Savannah POV
"I have to tutor the new kid," I tell my parents when they ask why I haven't changed into my PJs
yet.
Normally I'm in them the second I get home, but not today. Thanks Grant.
"Oh?" My mom asks stopping her stirring. "Should I make less carbonara?"
Oh he's making me miss carbonara night! That bastard!
"No save me some," I say picking up my book bag and looking at my brother who is ignoring
everyone. Typical.
"Maybe I could freeze some for when we're away in Korea? Your dad could go to the store and
I'll make several batches so you can have my food over the next couple months," my mom
suggests.
"Um... Yeah. That would be great."
My mother smiles excitedly and says to be back by ten.
I nod and feel my phone buzz, my Uber driver telling me he's here.
•••
"This can't be right," I mutter looking out the window.
A huge glass building with a door man and everything belongs to the address Grant gave me.
"Ms. I have other calls to get to," the driver says impatiently.
"Sorry," I mutter thanking him and climbing out.
Not wanting to stay in the cold December air, I walk towards the building and thank the doorman
who held the glass open for me.
It's warm inside, but not toasty. The huge advance of space is mansion like and I find it hard to
believe that the kid with a bad box hair dyed head lived here. There's no way.
I pull out my phone and call, having him pick up after only the second ring.
"Hey are you here?" He asks.
I frown at the artful paneling on the far wall.
"Is this some kind of joke?" I ask unamused.
I hear a small chuckle on the phone, making my veins turn to fire.
"I'll come down and get you," he says hanging up.
I groan and shove the phone back in my pocket. His parents must be rich. No wonder he's an
asshole.
Minutes later, I see a smug looking scrawny boy come out of the elevator, his hands in his
pockets and a smile on his face.
"Shall we?" He asks waiting for me to come.
"Thou shall wipe that grin off your face before I smack it off," I warn dangerously.
This is going to be a long night.
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