Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 52338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 262(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 262(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Her father snatches the front door open, his face red as he glares at me. "Are you trying to punch a hole into my front door?" he fusses, inspecting the door. "What is it?"
"Who do you get your advertising deals from?" I ask.
His mouth gapes open as he looks at me in shocked disbelief. "Excuse me? I don't see how that's any of your business—"
"Just answer the question," I snap, my patience wearing thin.
His face turns even more red as he becomes flustered with my question. "That isn't your business. I don't know where you get off thinking you can question me about something that has nothing to do with you, but it's in your best interest to leave."
"If you don't have anything to hide, why can't you answer a simple question?" I cock my head to the side. "I mean, if you're not doing anything illegal or criminal, why are you being so secretive with who you get your advertising deals from?"
I don't miss the blood that drains from his face at my words, but he quickly regains his composure. He knows more than what he's willing to tell me, which only makes my earlier beliefs ring true. He has something to deal with this and has somehow gotten Morgan involved.
"I don't have to answer to the likes of you," he growls. "Get off my property before I'm forced to call the police."
I tighten my jaw as I stare at him. As bad as I want to push him for the answers I seek, police presence wouldn't do me any good while I'm on a mission. I take a few steps backward, never taking my eyes off him.
"Just know I'm watching you," I grind out between my teeth before I spin on my heels and head back toward my car.
I'm hardly in the driver's seat when the front door slams shut. He's definitely a part of this somehow, and now his daughter is potentially in danger because of it.
Now, I have to figure out how to keep her safe while cleaning up the potential mess her father has made for her.
8
MORGAN
Ilinger around outside, my eyes anxiously searching to see if Trent is anywhere near. After the way he stormed out of my bedroom last night, I wondered if I'd done or said something to upset him. It's so strange how he'd swooped into my life and taken over every thought in my head. I've only known the man for a couple of days, and the simple thought of not seeing him today or not being around him is enough to upset me. I've never been like this over a guy, especially one who I haven't even known long. What in the world has he done to me?
When he doesn't show up before my first class, I reluctantly make my way into the building. I can't help but to think that he may be done with me. I try to think of everything that's happened in the past twenty-four hours to see if I can figure out his cold distance, but nothing stands out. We'd had a great date, and he'd seemed fine until after my live. And I can't seem to think of why talking about lipstick would bother him so much.
I take a seat in the back, surprised when Matthew literally avoids me. I watch him with a raised brow as he quickly moves in the opposite direction and sits in the back clear across the room. I'm not sure what happened to him after class yesterday, but he hasn't said a single word since I left. He didn't even harass me during my life like usual, which was a nice change. Whatever has changed his ways seems to have worked, so I wouldn't complain. Dealing with Trent's silence is bad enough; avoiding Matthew's harassment will at least redeem the rest of the day.
My phone vibrates in my bag, and Trent's name on my screen instantly brings a smile to my face.
Trent: Sorry for having to leave so soon last night. It wasn't because of anything you'd done, so don't think I'm mad at you or anything. I just had something really important to handle that I'd forgotten about. To apologize, I want to invite you to dinner at my place tonight if that's okay. I'd really like to see you again.
Just reading his text douses the doubt and worry that once plagued my mind. It's a relief to know that things are still good between us. I quickly reply.
Morgan: It's okay. I was worried that I might've upset you or something. But sure, I'd love to have dinner with you. Just let me know the time.
Trent: I can pick you up after your last class if that's okay.
I confirm our plans before putting my phone to sleep. Giddy energy ebbs and flows throughout my body as my mind drifts off to thoughts of Trent. It's one thing to go out on dates in restaurants or him being in my bedroom while my dad is home, but this will be the first time we're truly alone. I don't even realize I'm biting my bottom lip until the subtle sting of my teeth snaps me back to my present reality. The professor's lecture on our upcoming essay goes in one ear and out the other as I stare up at the clock, anxiously counting down the time until I get to see Trent again.