by Sofia Daniel
I ground harder, increasing that sensation until pressure built behind my clit. The climax surged out, bursting through my torso, into my limbs, setting each nerve ending aflame. When it reached my neck, I threw my head back and screamed.
Edward stiffened, and with a howl, he convulsed underneath my thighs and collapsed back onto the Chesterfield. I followed him seconds afterward, then we lay tangled, staring into each other’s souls.
I nuzzled the side of his face. “When I first saw you on the staircase, I thought you had the potential to be the most beautiful man I’d ever seen.”
“And now?”
“You’re heart-stopping.”
Edward grinned and rubbed the small of my back. “You say the most flattering things.”
“It’s true.”
“Seeing you for the first time was like a blow to the chest,” he murmured.
“Why?”
“Those huge, gray eyes were unlike any I’d seen before. So intense. So beautiful. I feared that you could see into my heart and wrench it out of my chest.
“Is that why you kept your distance?” I asked.
He closed his eyes and turned his head away for a fraction. “I’d hardly describe the campaign we launched against you as distance, but I appreciate your understanding.” He paused. “Yes, bullying you was a way to keep you at a distance and save myself for when you inevitably left.”
I ran my fingers down the side of his face. An assurance that I would never leave him stuck in the back of my throat. My new life awaited me in New York, and I wouldn’t be able to stick around Mercia Academy when Edward worked out that I really had handed those papers to the Saturday Correspondent.
We lay on the sofa until our eyes closed, and we both fell asleep. By the time I awoke, the sun had already set. I disentangled myself from his limbs, sighing with the loss of contact. What a pity Edward had decided to bully me and recruit others to do the same. My first term at Mercia Academy could have been paradise with him and the boys, instead of being the seventh circle of hell.
I slipped on my skirt and loafers then crept out of the door, not once looking over my shoulder in case the sight of naked, sleeping Edward tempted me to stay.
The Uber drove through the campus and past the main teaching block, where the two different policemen bundled the handcuffed headmaster into the back of a car. Either Jackie had passed the files onto the National Crime Agency or the headmaster had done something to hurt Mr. Carbuncle. As far as I was concerned, both men had gotten what they deserved.
I stared out of the window at the darkening campus. It would be a pity I wouldn’t get to see it in spring, but staying here would be dangerous when someone traced the leaks back to me.
The taxi dropped me at the train station, and I wheeled my case full of casual clothes onto the platform. I had completed my mission, earned a trip back to New York, a place at Park Preparatory or any similar American institution, and Rudolph’s scholarship to an Ivy League college. And I had avenged myself on the biggest of the bullies. The articles on Charlotte’s brother had led to an investigation into how her father had been selling off assets to bail out his gambling son. It had also led to an exposé of his expenses fiddling, which would land him in prison and humiliate Charlotte.
Blake had disgraced himself with his treasonous comments, and the article was recycled and reintroduced to the press anytime someone mentioned his stepfather the prince in the papers. The exam-paper scandal of International House had upset Edward greatly, and he was about to become embroiled in a money laundering scandal. And Henry’s lies had been exposed to both the public and his parents. I doubt that they would ever trust him again.
So why wasn’t I happy?
I would miss the triumvirate, the treacherous wretches. Miss their banter, their kisses, and their caresses. I would even miss their anguished faces every time something got leaked to the press or to the Mercia-Net.
After boarding the train to London, I settled into my seat, pulled out my smartphone, and scrolled over to the email containing my e-ticket to New York. With a bit of careful finger work, I copied and pasted the booking code into the airline’s website. After pressing ‘send,’ I got the following error message.
Code Invalid.
I returned to the email and tried again.
Code Invalid.
I shook my head. That couldn’t be right. I called Jackie’s cell. She answered after one ring.
“Jackie? It’s Emilia. I just tried to check into my flight for New York. It says the ticket’s invalid. Could you buy me a flight and claim the cost back from Rudolph’s office?”
She was silent for several moment. “Actually, Rudolph is in London.”
Relief huffed out of my lungs. “He wants to see me before I go?”
“He came to oversee our expansion into a daily paper, and he wants you to continue supplying new material.”
My heart froze, and my blood turned to ice. This wasn’t our arrangement. The moment the Correspondent published Edward’s paperwork, he would know that the real leak wasn’t Carbuncle, but me.
“B-but I can’t go back,” I rasped.
“Sorry. His new plans involve you back in Mercia Academy, gathering information. Come down later today and speak to him if you like.” Jackie hung up.
My nostrils flared.
Rudolph had gone back on our agreement.
The wretched bastard had betrayed me.
And now, I would have to return to Mercia Academy and face all those I had betrayed.
END OF BOOK TWO
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