“ Am sorry Professor Thatcher..”Christiana’s forehead wrinkled.
“ It's okay, I'll catch the next bus home..”
That is a lie. There was no bus in the middle of nowhere but Lovia had set her vengeful sight on me.
Someone had to pay for Art’s permanent scowl whenever she went to him and Hunter’s broken hands.
And she figured, that person had to be me.
Christian had to kick me off the bus to make room for her because her personal ride would take an hour to get here and Mr Heather needed his daughter home as soon as yesterday.
And not even Christina, as fair as she tried to be, could avoid sucking up to an influential business mogul’s demands.
I squint my eyes against the sun as Christiana joins the first mega bus and rides off with a very pleased Lovia smiling too sweetly.
I sigh, the
