"Two damaged souls who fell in love at a school meant for fucked up rich kids."
Bryce Weston is an uptight seventeen year old who used to have it all. After getting an expulsion from school she's landed at Welton Academy a place for second chances...
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I DOWN THE last of the content from my coffee cup and put my computer to sleep. My intercom buzzes and I answer it swiftly.
"Ma'am, I just wanted to remind you about your appointment next week with Mr. Lopez about the paint situations." I chew the back of my pen and stare out the windows that reenacted as walls in my office. I had started a very successful business. I was booked solid for the two years to come.
"Alright. I'll be there at 7 instead of eight." I tell Vivian and cut off the line. Pulling my contents in a bag I walk out the building to my car.
As soon as I slip in, I kick off my heels and sigh against the relief of it. I was so damn tired but there was still soo much to do once I get home.
I reverse out and make my destination to my house. It was unnecessarily large and made of white stone that ran up to four stories. I could see the lights were shut off from most rooms inside, so I assumed they were asleep.
The house was an easy decision for me. I loved it ever since I first saw it years ago. It was the best one in Blue Haven, and it felt like home even though it had an intoxicating size. I parked my car next to another Bugatti and got out locking the garage and my car. I hung my purse on my shoulder and stepped inside with my heels in hand.
The patio was polished underneath my feet as I walked towards the twin stairwell all the way to the front door. It really was a fucking workout getting up and down here, but it was worth it.
I pushed the unlocked door and dropped my things to the side as I walk in placing my coat on the L shaped couch. Celia was tidying up the kitchen as I approached her with a big huff and slumped onto the bar stool.
"Busy day?" She asked as I ran my fingers through my hair.
"The busiest. I had to tackle two clients in a civilized manner of course since somehow their appointments got clashed. Thank you." I murmured as she passed me a large glass of cold water. I chugged the whole thing as she chuckled placing my glass in the sink.
Just as I was about to ask her what was for food, I heard footsteps running towards me. I turned and an automatic smile bloomed on my face as Loren grinned up at me, extending his arms, an indication he wants to be carried. I pull him to my lap as he wraps his arms around me.
My day suddenly turned wonderful.
"Hey, Lo." I gush and tickle his stomach. He laughs and buries his face in my neck, clinging onto me. "What happened?"
"I'm sad." He sniffs. "Very sad."
I look alarmed and pull him back. Clearly something had happened while I was not home. It would not be the first time either. "Why? What happened?"
"Everly broke my toy car." He pouted holding up the ruptured blue transformer. I held it up with raised eyebrows. Even though I have been a mother for eight years now, my kids still do not cease to amaze me.
