From Bet To Love

Chapter 9: Damon's plan

Author’s POV

Damon leaned back in his chair, a sly smile curling at the corner of his lips as he spoke into the phone. “Thank you, Mr. Parker, for accepting my request.”

“I appreciate you reconsidering the expulsion of Jennifer Roberts. I think we can handle this matter more delicately.” He said smoothly, his voice carrying that familiar, quiet authority.

Mr. Parker’s voice came through the line, firm but compliant. “Of course, Mr. Kingston. You have decided to show her some mercy. I am really impressed by your generosity. I have already taken care of everything.”

Damon wanted to laugh at his compliment. ‘Generosity?’ He was not showing any mercy to that girl. Not after what she did.

“Good,” Damon said smoothly before disconnecting the call.

Without wasting a second, he dialed another number, this time for Miss Brook, the warden of the girls’ dorm.

“Hello Miss Brook, Damon Kingston here.” He talked to her for a moment.

“Perfect,” he said in the phone, his voice dripping with satisfaction as he hung up. A smirk playing on his lips as he tossed his phone onto the bench beside him.

He is currently sitting on one of the benches in the indoor basketball court of Redcrest University.

The students who were busy practicing basketball left the court as soon as Damon and his friends walked in here. Leaving the place empty for them.

After all no one wants to piss Damon off for their own good. No one wants to get in his bad books. That is the reason why no one talked in favour of Jennifer and supported Damon when principal questioned them about the incident in the morning.

Damon turned to face the room. His friends—Evan, Tate, and Bruce— the members of infamous ’Red Alert’, were with him, sitting on other benches, their eyes wide with shock.

Lana, along with her two minions Becca and Mia, stared at him as though he had just grown a second head.

Damon could feel their confusion. He knew why his friends were acting like this. They were shocked because he was acting strange. They couldn’t understand what was going on in their friend’s head.

He has never let anyone get away with disrespecting him before. This wasn’t his usual approach.

‘What’s so special about this girl?’ his friends were wondering.

Evan leaned forward, his sharp blue eyes brimming with curiosity. Evan was Damon’s best friend since childhood. He was as unpredictable as a storm. He was tall just like Damon, with messy blond hair and a casual charm, he had a knack for getting under people’s skin—except Damon’s.

“What’s going on, man? You’re not just letting her off the hook, are you?” His tone was laced with suspicion, though a grin tugged at his lips.

Bruce, the quietest of the group, sat with his arms crossed, his brows furrowed. With dark hair falling over his forehead he looked handsome. But with his 6’6 height and a body full of muscles, he looked intimidating at the same time. “If you’re planning something, let’s hear it.” His voice was low laced with curiosity.

Tate, the jokester of the group, leaned back against the bench, his eyes twinkling mischievously. His dark curls framed his face, and he was always looking for a laugh, even in serious situations.

“Forget the plan, Damon,” he chuckled. “I’m more interested in that kiss with the Jennifer girl. What made you decide to pull that move in the first place? It's so unlike you. And come on, man, how’d she taste?” His eyes twinkled with amusement as he watched Damon closely, clearly enjoying the drama.

Damon’s smirk faltered for just a second as Tate’s words triggered the memory he’d been trying to push aside. His mind drifted back to that moment outside Jennifer’s dorm room.

The second she opened the door, he was caught off guard. He had not expected to see her there. According to bet, Lana told him to go to that specific room and get the person in there, get kicked out of the dorm. But she was the one who lived in the room.

She looked like a sweet temptation, her emerald eyes wide with confusion, her lips slightly parted. He couldn’t believe that this was the same girl who he saw in front of the elevator.

But the way she stood there, glaring at him, with furious yet innocent eyes, had flipped something inside him.

He licked his lips, remembering how he had leaned in to kiss her. The moment his lips pressed against hers, it was like the world around them disappeared. Her skin had been soft, her scent intoxicating, and the way her lips felt against his—like heaven. She didn’t taste like anyone else; it was something new, something he hadn’t expected to crave.

For just a second, his fingers twitched as if he could still feel the ghost of her skin brushing against his. That kiss had ignited something in him, something he couldn’t quite understand.

He didn’t know why he kissed her. Maybe he couldn’t resist those tempting pink lips. But now… he couldn’t shake the feeling that it had affected him more than her.

He had never felt anything remotely close to what he felt when he kissed her. And that unsettled him more than he would ever admit.

He snapped out of his thoughts when Lana decided to speak up, not wanting Damon to answer Tate’s questions.

Her voice grated against Damon’s nerves. “Why are you letting her go, Damon? After what she did? Why are you not letting her get expelled?” Her tone was filled with irritation, and her eyes flashed with anger. The fact that Damon kissed that nerd girl for no reason was making her lose her mind.

Lana was beautiful, with long, blonde hair and piercing hazel eyes. But Damon could never stand her possessiveness. Lana had a habit of acting like she had some claim over him, clinging to the idea that she was his girlfriend. She wasn’t. Not even close.

Lana was the daughter of one of his father’s old family friends, and that is the only reason why he tolerated her presence. But she was nothing more than a temporary annoyance in his life and an occasional good f**k.

He didn’t even look at her as she spoke, ignoring her voice entirely. His thoughts were consumed by Jennifer Roberts—the girl who dared to slap him in front of everyone.

No one had ever humiliated him like that before. Her emerald green eyes, fiery and unafraid, haunted his thoughts. Damon wasn’t used to anyone standing up to him. And yet, here she was—Jennifer, the scholarship student, completely unfazed by his power and influence.

‘Or she didn’t know who he was?’

That slap had infuriated him, sure. But there was something else about her, something that intrigued him far more than any insult.

Her defiance, her courage, that fierce look in her eyes when she stood up to him. She wasn’t like the other girls who swooned over him, who tried to please him. She was a challenge, a puzzle he couldn’t quite figure out. And Damon liked challenges.

“Let her get expelled?” Damon scoffed, finally turning his attention to his friends, his smirk widening. “Where’s the fun in that? I can’t just let my prey get away that easily.” His words dripped with dark amusement, and his friends exchanged curious glances.

Lana crossed her arms. “So, you’re not just going to let her go, right?”

Damon chuckled, his eyes glinting with a dangerous edge. “Let her go? Oh no,” he said, leaning back again, his arms resting lazily on the back of the bench. “She’s not getting away from me.”

He has ensured that Jennifer would stay at Redcrest, that she would continue living in the dorms. He wasn’t going to let her slip away—not yet.

He didn’t quite understand it himself, but he knew he wanted her close. There was something about her— that drew him in, even if it infuriated him.

Evan raised an eyebrow, still watching him closely. “So what’s your plan?”

Damon didn’t answer. He simply smirked, his mind already conjuring the countless ways he could play this game with Jennifer.

He imagined her emerald eyes wide with confusion, with fear, with anger.

Damon Kingston never forgives, and he certainly never forgets. He knew exactly what he was going to do with her. Whatever he had planned for Jennifer Roberts, it was far from over. She was his to deal with now.

This game had only just begun, and Jennifer had no idea what was coming.