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When she goes into mission in an elite high school… The class Iโm in includes billionaire kidsโฆ. The top of the school. And itโs said thereโs one Alpha in there, Alpha in the entire school, Dylan Davidson. The high school is his and so many other businessesโฆ. However, heโs a bad boy and a player. Iโll for sure be a target of his entourage and his after the mess outside. โMy answer, Ashtonโฆ. Iโm not giving upโฆ.โ โIf you donโt back off and start the test as a good boy, my car will be your last concern, buddy.โ โIs that so, Ashton?โ Heโs in same whisper, but in a heavy, Alpha tone now. I feel heโs leaning his face at my right ear as Iโm on the exterior and the girl is at the window, so the moment I consider right, the back of my right hand slaps his face in a low noise โYes, it is. Back off or it wonโt be just that. Iโm here to study, not for chit-chat.โ Heโs silent, but I think heโs shaking his right leg under the desk. And his breathing is with heaviness. Next time, behave, bratโฆ. |
Genres of the book |
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Billionaire Romance, Curvy Girl Romance, Mafia Romance, Dark Mafia Romance, Possessive Alpha Males, Strong Female Lead, Contemporary Romance, Enemies to Lovers, Romantic Comedy, Action, Comedy, Suspense, Mystery, Thriller, with a HEA. |
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*This book contains language and mature themes. Suitable for +18 audience because of that. |
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Billionaire’s Baby Agent, by Andra-Cristiana Stan, Romania. Copyright ยฉ May 2021. All Rights Reserved No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording or by any information storage and retrieval system without the written permission of the author. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. |
Chapter 1 – You Damn Brat…
Rebecca
โSir! But Iโm not suitable for a high school mission! Iโm above in levels for such a mission! Take another for what I care! Iโm not going!โ Iโm in my superiorโs office, raging in my all for the stupid mission Iโm assigned to!
Iโm standing in front of his desk exposing my lunatic stare and disturbed grimace, raking my hair with my fingers from my right hand, and the other one is fisted on the left side of my waist.
Heโs got to be kidding me!
Yeah, Iโm panting in despairโฆ.
Heโs chewing from his inner cheek with a bad omen stare at me, and with the calm before the stormโฆ.
Heโs not kiddingโฆ. SHIT!
โASHTON! SIT DOWN! NOW!โ Heโs just slammed the files on his desk to emphasize whoโs the boss, but weโre in a lock of rabid stares right now.
Of course Iโm not sitting. Iโm known for my rebel attitude because Iโm one of the best agents worldwide and this mission is a low problem one as a level for one like me!
NOT SITTING! NOT GOING! NO NOTHING!
Iโm fuming under my nostrils at him, crossing my arms, frowning my bad dog stare at him, twisting my lips in a growl.
He sighs in defeat, with a roll of eyes.
Ah! Now weโre talkingโฆ. Ha-ha!
No, Iโm still like that in front of him.
He fetches his pack of cigarettes as his brains are already smoking, takes one out, throws the pack back on his desk, grabs the lighter, lights it, throws the lighter the same way on the desk, takes a smoke, and sighs again in frustration. All this has been done with same attitude and all from my part and without losing eye contact between each other.
โIt seems bananas, Ashton, but itโs not. Youโre needed for it.โ
Iโm bobbing my head.
โYes, you are.โ Heโs playing the words with movement of his head at me, flashing a cruel smile, with a motion of his eyebrows to drive me insane!
NOT GOING!
โNO!โ I rebel in my all at him.
โYES, YOU ARE!โ He rebels against me!
After half an hour of treaties between me and him, meaning I trashed some chairs inside of his office, launched some files around from his desk, and we almost collided in a physical manner like two mad dogs, flaring under the nostrils against each other, I took the damn missionโฆ.
Well, heโs Greg Higgins, 34, built like a bull, but a freaking hot one, with glamorous emerald eyes, face of a front cover magazine male, raven-hued hair styled in a neat way. Heโs my boss for the last five years.
No, Iโm not having a crush on him or any of that. Honestly. He just pisses me off whenever we meet each other. But him being my boss, I need to submit to orders. Most of the times, that doesnโt happen though. Iโm my own bossโฆ. Iโve gained that through my hard work since Iโve stepped in to become what I am.
I know why he assigned it to me. Iโm untouchable, Iโm agile, Iโm whatever it is needed for any mission to conquer success in any circumstances, and my physical appearance fits a damn teen against my age.
Iโm twenty-four, and my full name is Rebecca Ashton. Iโm of average height for a woman, curvy built, but not in the fat side of being curvy as Iโm a toned one in muscles, but I do have a bit of fat on my body giving a perfect nymph allure. Iโm all natural and with a face of an angel. No, Iโm not cocky, thatโs what Iโve been told many times. I donโt care though.
And yes, I can pass even as a 17-year-old one from my face and appearance. That innocent I am. Well, from what Iโm doing as a job, if youโre a bad guy, only innocence I donโt serveโฆ.
My hair is wavy going a bit down my shoulders, chestnut color, and I usually wear it in a messy bun with some rebel strands. My eyes? Some jade onesโฆ. Yeah, theyโre said to be hypnoticโฆ. Whatever.
And yes, Iโm a virgin though a freaking rebel in my all. Nobody knows Iโm a virgin though. Iโve kept it a secret as itโs none of anyoneโs business. And Iโve kept my private life in the shadows for colleagues of mine to stay away from me, but that doesnโt keep them at bay thoughโฆ. Anyways, enough about me.
The mission is to become a transfer student in one of the best private high schools filled with millionaire and billionaire kids in America, in last senior year. This particular high school seems to be targeted by Mafia to draw some of the kids on their side for different purposes and play with their parentsโ money and status. Drugs and other such things are involved, and thereโs the rumor that theyโve infiltrated people of theirs inside to better reach the kids, instigating them to rave parties and all that, as money and private locations are never a problem for rich kids like those in that high school are. These kids are considered elite in the States and have high scores at academics, against their rebel behavior.
Iโm filed in there on my own name, with my former high school files, covered under scholarship on high grades, as yes, I was a damn nerd when it came to education, though a rebel. Yeah, wellโฆ. Anyhow, I must maintain a low level in there, coming from a poor family, acting like a scared cat if itโs necessary, and all that shitโฆ. And yeah, Iโm nineteen againโฆ. Oh boyโฆ.
Thereโs no uniform. Regular clothes, but they should be from famous brandsโฆ. Well, because of the persona I need to act, Iโll wear a pair of skinny black jeans, some ankle black boots, a black blouse over my bottom, one larger than my figure, and top it all that with a leather jacket, elbow length within waist, one in the trends.
This is usually my outfit to be honest except for the large blouse, and Iโve told my boss Iโll keep my own style as I wonโt go that low as to wear some dresses or skirts or whatever.
The car Iโm given is a hermit. Yeah, to fit my poor status. Iโve got a last-minute sports BMW model on my name thoughโฆ. In reality, Iโm a rich one from what Iโm doing as a job, but hey! The missionโฆ. And no, Iโm without makeup on my face. I never use it.
Itโs my first day of high school, and first day of mission. Itโs the beginning of the school year. Iโve got the black school bag with shoved books and whatever in it, and Iโve just entered the premises to find a parking spot for my awesome carโฆ.
Letโs see if this damn thing reaches the parking lotโฆ. Jesusโฆ. Ha-ha!
Yeah, the car is one which is almost giving its last breath with each roll of tires. But I do have some booming music inside, the one I like. Itโs playing โLet You Love Meโ from Rita Ora. Well, yeahโฆ.
The Victory Royal High School is a humongous one in everything inside and around it, with everything of high level. Luxury, yeah. They have Chefs to cook for them in the canteen and all that.
In the parking lot there are only expensive and limited editions of SUVs and sports cars. Well, what would you expect, right? And Iโm sinning inside with my hermitโฆ. Ha-ha!
After three car farts, I stop the car in the spot reserved for me. Brilliantโฆ. Iโm laughing like crazy in the car because of how it soundedโฆ.
Man! This car is ancient! Where did they find it? Ha-ha! Hope itโs not dead thoughโฆ. I do need it when Iโll finish classesโฆ. Yep. Ha-ha! So damn crazyโฆ.
I grab the bag from the back seat and prepare to get down the car without realizing thereโs a crowd outside, staring at my car, with some entertained faces, waiting for me to show my face.
Fucking high schoolโฆ. And rich kidsโฆ. Oh! Iโll make your life a living Hell if you guys donโt behaveโฆ. Donโt provoke the demon, kidsโฆ. You guys donโt know real life.
I step down the car, ignorant of whatโs around me, slam the damn door, andโฆactivate the alarm on it. Iโm so damn laughing insideโฆ.
Yeah, the car is a wreak, but it does have an alarm on itโฆ. Ha-ha!
This is so freaking funny!
Iโm serious at face and in stance though, undergoing my poor persona, avoiding eye contact with them, throwing the bag on my left shoulder, turning around to stroll to the main entrance, but a heavy male voice with a laughing toneโฆ.
โDid that thing just die?โ
Letโs hope not, kidโฆ.
The others snort into laughter and there are murmurs all around meโฆ.
Oh yeahโฆ.
I ignore them, with a sneaky smirk on my face, straightening my stance, walking like a badass, with my chin up, like Iโm the richest person in here. That confident I am against my hermit. Ha-ha! No, Iโve looked at no face. I donโt know who said that.
Iโm inching to the stairs and take them with some hysterical laughing and mockery behind me and at my sides as Iโm walking through them, with the ones from my front making way for me to go inside.
Iโll so show you badass, kidsโฆ Oh! Itโs so onโฆ. Mommy and daddy are not hereโฆ. And they wouldnโt even dare in front of meโฆ.
I follow routine, taking in the surroundings, assessing the perimeter with each step I make, and go to where Iโll be led by a teacher to be sent in my class. What can I say? Iโm ecstatic for this mission.
The class Iโm in includes billionaire kidsโฆ. The top of the school. And itโs said thereโs one Alpha in there, Alpha in the entire school, Dylan Davidson. The high school is his and so many other businessesโฆ.
Heโs 19, and already leading his familyโs business since one year ago when his parents were assassinated with a hit in their private jet. His uncle, Rick Davidson, from his fatherโs side, is his right hand to deal with things while heโs with studies until he goes to the office or at home to go through whatever needs his decision and signature on.
Dylan sometimes takes days off from school to run business when he must, and heโs always keeping up with his familyโs businesses and school. Big burden on that kidโs shoulders to be honest. But heโs considered fierce and a true Alpha man in his all against his age.
However, heโs a bad boy and a player. Iโll for sure be a target of his entourage and his after the mess outside. These kids donโt get along with outsiders such as myself. Poor outsiders. I have no problem with that though. I can deal with it. Iโll play the poor in all, but not in personality and all that. Theyโve got it coming if they dare something.
His looks? Well, from the pictures Iโve been showed, heโs in a Greek God built, gorgeous at face, reason heโs apparently featuring the covers of magazines with different scandals as heโs got legions of paparazzi on his back wherever he goes, with a messy but sexy dark honey hair, and some smashing to a womanโs heart dark blue eyes. Yeah, that kid is sculpted to perfection. No wonder heโs got women and girls at his feet and the entire mass media.
I meet the Principal who exhibits such enthusiasm over my files and person and orders the class master to take me to class, after providing me with the usual school itinerary, classes and all that.
The class master is a young one, Mr. Henry Gill. By his looks heโs around thirty something. He teaches English classes to my class. And first class is with him. Yeah, heโs a hot male as well, with green eyes, brown hair, some tailored made, dark green suit with a vest, white shirt, and a tie to match. Heโs like stepping down from a business magazine and not a teacher.
โSo? How do you find our high school, Miss Ashton?โ Heโs walking next to me with the class book and grade book in his left hand, flashing a cheeky smile at me.
Watch it, pal. Iโm not a stupid teenโฆ.
Yeah, heโs having a not quite appropriate stare at me, with a flicker of want in thereโฆ. I fake a smile but keep my serious persona, inching with him to the class where thereโs laughter and I think Iโm the hot topic.
Heโs ignoring the class noise, staring at me, waiting for my answer which comes without delay.
โInteresting, Mr. Gill. Nothing from my former one.โ
But it did get me into Harvardโฆ. Ha-ha!
He stops my walking with his hand on my right arm, making me face him, and Iโm looking at it with a narrowed stare, wanting to punch him for touching me, but I need to contain myselfโฆ.
Take your hand off me, dudeโฆ.
โListen, Miss Ashton.โ
I move my wanting to trash someone stare at him but maintain a straight face and the fake smile.
I can listen without your hand on my arm, tooโฆ.
Heโs having same stare and smile at me as before.
โDonโt let yourself intimidated by them. Theyโre used to be the kings and queens of the world and act the part in their all.โ
Thanks for the protective speech. Now, remove the hand, dude.
I curb a smirk at him.
โIf any problems occur, you can let me know and Iโll deal with them.โ
Not necessary, pal.
โDonโt worry, Mr. Gill. Iโm a tough cookie myself. But thank you for your kindness.โ
I would so punch you right nowโฆ.
He widens his smile with a spark in his eyes, and takes his hand off my arm, resuming our walk inside. Yeah, I have a smiley voice to pretend my persona.
I do hope Iโm wrong with him and heโs not going to push things with meโฆ. I would so remodel his faceโฆ. Yep.
And weโre inside the class with some twenty-two kids, among which there are twelve girls. The girls are like some models or actresses, dressed in some short dresses and some of them have jackets on, with high heels and all that. Makeup on their faces done by professionals. The boys are either in a casual attire or suits.
If you were to enter in here, you would see only hot male specimens that you wouldnโt think exist at this level, and some sexy ass female specimens, which again, you wouldnโt think exist at this level.
Thereโs one girl whoโs a shy one by her looks as sheโs kind of curled on her seat with her hands hugging each other on her knees, head down, flashing some red cheeks.
Someone embarrassed her with somethingโฆ.
Sheโs dressed in same manner with the other girls, but in a more appropriate way.
Everyone is now seated, and all eyes are on me and Gill as he has cleared his throat. Iโm with the bag in front of me, holding it with both my hands, facing the class, staring at the girl whoโs still with her head down, a bit fidgety.
What did they do to you? I thought I was the reason for their laughterโฆ. Hmmโฆ Donโt worry, kid. While Iโm here, youโre under my wing.
โWeโre having a transfer student joining us for our last year, Miss Rebecca Ashton. She has remarkable results and she was chosen for our scholarship this year. I expect for all of you to make her transfer as easy as possible.โ
That girl has silent tears down her cheeks.
Yeah, Gill is presenting me to the class, they are quiet, and Iโm with my worried stare at her by instinct. There are two free spots in the class. One next to her and one with some boys in the back.
โYou may take a seat, Miss Ashton.โ
I wait no more and in a normal walk, I go to her place and sit there after I nod at him without registering anything around me. There are some murmurs, but I ban them.
Sheโs keeping inside an outburst of cryโฆ. These brat kidsโฆ.
โAlright. As always, first things first. Weโre going to have a test for what you had to read during the summer break.โ
I tilt my eyes at him in surprise after Iโve settled on my place and took out my book, notebook and pen on my desk.
Shitโฆ. Test from first day? What about? What did they have to read? Iโm so fuckedโฆ.
Heโs with the back at the class, writing something on the whiteboard. Thereโs a lot of sighing in the class and everyone is preparing a sheet of paper and pens for the test. The girl next to me does the same. They seem to behave in front of Gill as none has said something to me or laughed, but the girls have some mocking stares at both me and the girl next to me whoโs like a robot, preparing her stuff for the test.
Behind me thereโs a change of places. Iโm with a sheet of paper in front of me and the pen in my right hand, moving from right to left at Gills to see what he is writing as subject. Heโs with a wide back as heโs a muscled one and I only see pieces of the questions for the moment as heโs not saying anything.
And same voice from the parking lot is whispering at my back with me not reacting.
โI didnโt get my answer, Ashton. Did the car die?โ Heโs in a smirking voice.
Great Gatsby? What did he write on the whiteboard? Shitโฆ. I need to remember all that? Scarlet Letterโฆ. Make the parallel between them? What the actual fuck? Iโm fuckedโฆ.
The kid is blowing at the back of my neck with a hot breath, irritating me as I need to recall those two novels and make an essay on it with the parallel between them somehow and whatever heโs writing on the whiteboard.
โAshtonโฆ.โ
There are silent male chuckles at us to not draw attention from Gills and the girl next to me is looking behind me with some frail smile, as if sheโs crushing on the kid behind me.
My heart is getting some spasms as Iโm forcing my mind to remember the plots in detail and characters and to start writing. But the kid is continuing his blowing and calling of me.
โMy answer, Ashtonโฆ. Iโm not giving upโฆ.โ
Iโm beginning to write for first question as Iโve finally seen it while Gill is still rolling with the questions on the whiteboard, and I answer the kid behind in a low, threatening voice.
โIf you donโt back off and start the test as a good boy, my car will be your last concern, buddy.โ
Everyone is in silence at my answer and all eyes are on the kid behind me. No, Gill is preoccupied at the whiteboard to fill it with questions to my soon loss of sanity as there are so many novels and questions on themโฆ. Well, kids, they own some adult voices and all, but in front of me, theyโre all kids. Spoiled, bratty, kids. Yeah, wellโฆ.
โIs that so, Ashton?โ
Heโs not giving upโฆ. And thereโs so much to answer for the damn test!
Heโs in same whisper, but in a heavy, Alpha tone now.
I feel heโs leaning his face at my right ear as Iโm on the exterior and the girl is at the window, so the moment I consider right, the back of my right hand slaps his face in a low noise with Gill not reacting to turn around. I donโt turn around at all and continue answering the questions on my paper.
You damn bratโฆ. Who knows what you guys did to this girlโฆ. But she seems to have a crush on youโฆ Yet sheโs smiling for me slapping youโฆ.
Yeah, Iโm seeing her with the corner of my left eye all this time, writing with light speed to answer the questions and not ruin my nerd image as Iโm recalling the right answers. Well, letโs hope I doโฆ. Itโs like all this was ages ago for me as you donโt go after criminals and start explaining โGreat Gatsbyโ to them or any such novels. I donโt know why they have this for this last year. Whateverโฆ.
โYes, it is. Back off or it wonโt be just that. Iโm here to study, not for chit-chat.โ Iโm in a straight, low voice.
From the kid behind, Iโm perceiving such heat that is burning my back. Heโs silent, but I think heโs shaking his right leg under the desk. And his breathing is with heaviness.
Next time, behave, bratโฆ.
Some boys are with some shocked eyes behind me and at me. Iโm seeing them with the corner of my right eye while Iโm concentrated on my paper.
Gill finally turns around and lands with his eyes on me and behind me, but Iโm writing as many others do, just the one behind me seems not to. Gillโs eyebrows go up and places the marker heโs used to write on his desk, addressing to the one behind me.
โMr. Davidson?โ
Donโt tell me HE is the one behind meโฆ. Well, I donโt give a damn to be honest. He needs to learn boundaries.
Iโm writingโฆ. Ignoring everything around me, but hearing.
โYes, Mr. Gill?โ Heโs in a relaxed, king of the world voice, with a string of smile in there. A bad boy manner.
โI donโt remember you ever change your seat.โ Heโs in a genuinely surprised voice.
He wanted a slap to get back to his senses, so he changed his seat for thatโฆ. He can go back to his seat nowโฆ. Heโs all set. Ha-ha! You spoiled kidโฆ. Well, he did have a tragedy in his family, and I should be sorry for him, but his behavior annoys meโฆ. Yeah.
โIโm trying to accommodate our new classmate, Mr. Gill. Itโs my high school after all, and I should be the one doing it, right? Itโs about having manners.โ Heโs in a mocking tone and Gill goes silent for a moment. Iโm writing against timeโฆ.
Letโs remember this oneโฆ. Hmmmโฆ. Oh! Yeahโฆ. Ha-ha! Iโm still with the master skills! He, he, heโฆ.
โMiss Ashton?โ
Yeah, this is the right answerโฆ.
Gill is calling my name. Iโm absorbed in answering the questions to not forget about something Iโve got the thread to in the back of my mind.
โMiss Ashton?โ Heโs playing my name to capture my attention.
Hmmmโฆ. I donโt remember about thisโฆ. Shitโฆ.
โMiss Ashton?โ Heโs next to me now with his hands at his back, looking at my paper and Iโm with the pen on my lips, thinking. Iโm titling my in-trance-of-thinking stare at him.
โHuh? Oh! Sorry, Mr. Gill.โ
Heโs smiling over my paper and takes it to read my answers.
Shitโฆ. Just donโt make fun of me in front of the brats at leastโฆ.
Heโs twisting his head, with a devilish smile in the corner of his lipsโฆ.
Iโm fuckedโฆ.
He turns his twinkling eyes into my whatever-it-goes-it-goes stare and has a smiley face, returning my paper in front of me and taking his hand at his back, in a straight stance. Iโm waiting for whatever is about to come out of his mouth in a relaxed manner but showing a serious face at him.
โI donโt think Iโve seen a better answer to those questions than yours, Miss Ashton. And itโs not praising, itโs the truth. Well done. Continue.โ
Really? Ehโฆ. He, he, heโฆ. I havenโt lost my touch it seemsโฆ. Ha-ha!
And Iโm continuing without second thoughts, ignoring everything around me, but the heat behind me is increasingโฆ.
Davidson is ruffling some sheets of paper, slamming something on the desk, bending at the girl next to me to grab her pen from her hand making her release a low squeal, and he groans in annoyance, probably beginning to write his test.
Damn bratโฆ.
At the end of the class, which yes, it has been a full test with no other stuff in it, Gill asks me to see him in his office. I pack my things and with no further ado or checking my surroundings, I throw my bag on my left shoulder and follow his footsteps outside. The burning heat behind me has just stood up with a loud screech of his chair. I ignore everyone and Iโm out the door.
Gillโs office is similar to a millionaire CEO with a full library, everything in expensive wood, some paintings, famous ones, on the walls, and a wide window which gives the sight to a mesmerizing red rose garden in the back of the building.
Wow! Even teachers live in luxury hereโฆ. Niceโฆ. And heโs only an English teacherโฆ. I must have chosen a wrong jobโฆ. I need to do all crazy stuff for my millionsโฆ. Yep. And he just reads booksโฆ. Yeah, wellโฆ.
โI love the view as well.โ
What?
Yeah, Iโm looking over the window as Iโve never seen such red roses and so many in one place. I travel the world, but never for sightseeing. I donโt stop to take in the surroundings, and it seems Iโve been walking to the window to better see the roses from the fourth level of the building where his office is at.
I move my stare at him as his voice snaps me out of my trance with the roses. And his voice is a bit raspyโฆ.
โSorry, Mr. Gill. Itโs just a spell-binding garden as I donโt know when I walked here.โ I straighten myself in front of him, and regain my normal state from the roses, and Iโm waiting for why he has asked me to see him in private.
Say it fast and off we go.
Heโs studying my eyes and Iโm blinking at him with my eyebrows up. Weโre facing each other and heโs with his hands at his back.
Canโt you say it, and me go? Donโt push it, pal. Iโm really at my limit with this entire mission to begin with. Iโm not known to behaveโฆ. For too long.
โYou said you wanted a word with me, Mr. Gill. I do need to go to my next class in a few minutes, if you donโt mind.โ Iโm in my relaxed self, normal voice, and the fake smile.
No, he doesnโt intimidate me with his anything. None has the ability to impress me or stir an emotion of some kind in me. Iโm just covering my annoyance. Yes, Iโm keeping his stare, which is the same as before the class at me.
โWell, Miss Ashton, I came to your desk to tell you that you donโt need to take the test as youโve just transferred. But you did impressive.โ
And donโt tell me youโre so wet in your pants, and everything, for the results of a student the way you are with me right now?
โThank you, Mr. Gill. Iโm an avid reader in my free time and take seriously my education.โ Iโm not lying, as this was the truth when I was a teen and then at university.
Iโve got a horny teacher and an irritating bad boy brat on my back since day oneโฆ. Way to go, Ashtonโฆ. Boss is dead tonightโฆ. Well, my โUncleโ. Heโs my guardian nowโฆ. That bastard!
Chapter 2 – Iโll Show You Badass And Rebelโฆ
Dylan
โWell, Miss Ashton, I came to your desk to tell you that you donโt need to take the test as youโve just transferred. But you did impressive.โ
And youโre so damn hyped on her because she did impressive, huh? Son of a bitchโฆ. Like I didnโt see the spark in your eyes at herโฆ. Ashton is mine, sucker. And after that slap? She needs some hardcore punishmentsโฆ. And youโre on my list of punishments as well for hitting on a student in my fucking high school.
โThank you, Mr. Gill. Iโm an avid reader in my free time and take seriously my education.โ
Donโt you dare get smiley in voice at him! Oh! Youโll see so much punishment, Ashtonโฆ. Watch meโฆ.
Iโm posted in front of his officeโs door, listening to their convo with the door cracked a bit to be able to.
Yeah, Iโm so provoked by this little and offensive Ashton. Since the moment she has stepped down from that out of breath car in her almighty all till now. That slap? Letโs say none, ever, male or female, has ever delivered it to me. Sheโs so fucking marked by yours truly.
Well, Iโm a bad boy and fights and all that for me are small change. Iโm fucking trained to be a deadly asset since I was five. None has the ability to fuck me, no matter the army I need to face. I am 19, but Iโm worse than a trained General in his late forties. But yes, this side of my life is kept in the shadows.
In the limelight, Iโm a billionaire, now orphan, kid, with responsibilities in over 200 businesses. Iโm taught in everything since a young age. I deal with Seniors as the Alpha Iโve been brought up to be. They donโt see my age when doing business, as they canโt walk over me. My uncle Rick is only a pawn and my right hand to deal with the small stuff. Iโm my late fatherโs son and Iโm already surpassing him with my all. He would be proudโฆ. Like my momโฆ. Anyways.
And yes, I look at face as my age, for the youth part, but in body Iโm like Gill, towering and buffed. It comes from the intensive training and all I had and have on that side. Iโm a fucking bull. Ha-ha!
But this little, cheeky Ashton doesnโt give a damn on all that and sheโs challenging me as I can seeโฆ. Weโll see to that. Mmmโฆ. Oh yesโฆ.
Yeah, sheโs one hot, sexy little thing, with some hellish balls to go against me, and her jade eyes are so yummy. Sheโs got the gaze of a fighter and a winner on top of that. Sheโs got no string of weakness in her and doesnโt give a fuck sheโs not on same level with the entire set of people here. Iโll have my people run a background check on her and see her real life and social status. If Gill said she did impressive, sheโs indeed a nerdy one. Well, she wouldnโt have been accepted here if she wasnโt.
We do accept super brainy kids on scholarship, regardless of their social status. But they do need to prove it. It takes some months for the process of that scholarship to be approved. Yet the life of that accepted kid in here? Well, letโs say some, if not all, of my peers donโt go well with the low-level people. They have issues.
I donโt have issues with that, against my bad boy Alpha nature. I do know real life as Iโve been taught. So, I never really look down on someone below my status, but yes, I do act like a brat and bad boy, to see what that person is made of. If you donโt break in front of me and prove youโre of strong essence? Youโre upgrading in my circle at some point.
โGill is acting strange, Dylan. Never seen him like that with a female student. He never takes interest or shows protection, no matter the issues.โ Sasha whispers at my back.
Both my best friends since we were kids, Sasha Walton and Martin Cavanaugh, are behind me. Weโre mostly inseparable, like brothers. And in same class, yes.
Sasha is of Russian origins and Martin is a pure American breed. Both their parents are billionaires, but theyโre not at my level and familyโs. Theyโre same age as me, 19. Our families have always been in tight relationships, like an extended family. They all are loyal to my family and to me. Both their dads are under me in businesses, yeah. I took it all from my dad, and they are under my orders. Yeah, well.
Sasha and Martin are my built and handsome as well, with Sasha having green-blue eyes and a dark chocolate hair, and Martin with some emerald eyes and a Swedish blonde hair. They both sport some trendy haircuts and dressed like me in suits.
Iโm silent, like them now, all three listening to the convo inside. No, his office is in an L-shape and the door isnโt in sight for one of them to notice itโs a bit open. And his secretary is out of office at the Principal.
โYour uncle had a long talk with me last night and he told me about the loss of your parents, Miss Ashton.โ
What? She has lost her parents as wellโฆ. I know the pain on thatโฆ.
I sigh and shake my head as my heart remembers when the news of my parentsโ assassination hit in a full death of my soulโฆ.
โAnd he said youโve got some anger management issues because of that and to be understanding, because youโre acting based on your pain. He told me I wonโt have problems with you with your studies, but you have trouble in accommodating with the change of guardianship as he wasnโt present in your life, and with this entire change of schools in your last year.โ
Silence from her.
Sheโs hit with itโฆ. Iโm sorry for your lossโฆ.
โMiss Ashton?โ Heโs in a worried voice.
She clears her throat.
โIโm sorry, Mr. Gill. Donโt worry. Iโm fine. As I said earlier, Iโm a tough cookie. Nothing puts me down. The anger management issues are indeed a coping system, but again, donโt worry, Iโm never a bully. So, you shouldnโt expect such behavior from me. But yes, when Iโm provoked and someone crosses boundaries with me or someone innocent gets bullied, I do react by instinct. But Iโve never killed someone. Ha-ha! Thank you again for your support, sir. May I go to class now? Iโm going to be late for it. Mr. Gill?โ
Yeah, sheโs in a relaxed and nothing is wrong with her voice, and Henry is now reigned by silence.
โYes. You may go now, Miss Ashton. Donโt forget that you can always come to me if something bothers you.โ
โThank you, sir. Nothing will bother me. Donโt worry. Iโm chilled in everything there is out thereโฆ. Have a great day, Mr. Gill.โ Sheโs approaching the door and I shut it and take my boys and walk to the other side having our backs at the place.
Chilled in everything out there, huh? I wonderโฆ.
I have a smirk on my face.
She opens the door and shuts it at her back, strolling to the other side. But she does murmur somethingโฆ.
โIโll so punch you one of these days if you continue with that fucking stare at meโฆ. And my Uncle? Oh! Iโll fucking kill him tonightโฆ.โ
Me and my boys turn our heads at her words and sheโs distancing to the other side of the hallway, walking like a badass, now taking the stairs in a running manner.
โIโll be damn, Dylan. Never seen one like this one.โ Martin crosses his arms, beaming.
โI think I love her, Dylanโฆ.โ Sasha. โOuch!โ I slap the back of his head with a bull stare at him.
โSheโs mine, fucker. But Iโll have some punishments to deliver before thatโฆ.โ I smirk, looking at the stairs where sheโs no more.
Sheโs marked and taken. Sheโs specialโฆ. And we have similar stories and personalitiesโฆ. Yeahโฆ. Iโll see her entire person once Iโll have her files in my hands.
I fish out my phone and text my uncleโฆ.
โRebecca Ashton. New transfer student. All files on her. Need them when I reach home. And give a go to the business I had for five today. I read it and signed it. You go and make the deal. Iโm busy today.โ
And he texts back while Iโm with the boys walking to my class.
โOkay, son. Whatโs with the Ashton girl? Never heard of you getting interested in a girl from thereโฆ. Alright. Iโll have it. Talk later on the girl when at home.โ
Yeah, never. But she fucking slapped meโฆ. Ha-ha!
Next three classes we have in different rooms, so I donโt get to see her. But I have boys which share same classes with her there and they keep me posted. It seems that Rona, the queen of the high school, has set her bitchy eyes on her and sheโs acting on her.
Rona Gavarez is the daughter of the Gavarez Group. They have business in media all over the world. Sheโs the queen as sheโs considered the hottest girl in this high school and the fantasy of all boys. Yeah, Iโm the most popular and handsome and all that, and sheโs my counterpart in here. That fucking crazy bitchโฆ.
No, Iโve never got involved with no girl from here. I fuck in other places, and never to show who I was with. Itโs never the same girl. I donโt do girlfriends. Never did.
Rona is like a Victoria Secret model, a hot element, with assets, some green eyes and long, curly red hair. But as personality, sheโs an authentic bitch and the bad side of being a queen. She loathes poor people, and she harasses all girls under her. Even her best friends, Gabrielle and Jennifer, get her bad side, many times. And yes, sheโs forever trying to become my woman and future wife. Her and her family clan. No fucking way for that to ever happen.
Yet, I never interfere in her games or whatever she does with others. Itโs her own business. I just react when she oversteps limits when it comes to me. Sheโs so damn clingyโฆ. I fucking hate being touched and approached like that by any girl or woman out there. If I want you, Iโll be the one to approach you, not the other way around. If you do that, youโre not worthy of my fucking attention. Oh yeah, Iโm one with high, very high standards.
And yes, Ronaโs family was close to mine, and still is, but I kind of cut them off at some lengths because of her and her parentsโ want to merge in business as an official couple once we reach 21. Contracted marriage, yes. Well, who the fuck doesnโt want me as their son-in-law? All business owners with a daughter at their door. Iโm fucking hunted from all corners for that. Oh yes, against being 19, the marriage proposals are flooding since I turned 18. And since my parentsโ deaths, when I took in my hands everything and theyโve all seen Iโm fiercer and more prolific than even my dad was, that flooding is fucking tripledโฆ.
I text back Valentine, another buddy of mine and classmate, whoโs in same class with her now.
Me: โWhat is that bitch doing to her?โ
Valentine: โHer usual bullying. She mocked her on her car and that sheโs a gold digger coming here. Same old. And that youโre hers. You knowโฆ.โ
I twist my lips and frown on my phone. No, I can do whatever I want during a class. They know that Iโm with distributive attention for the class and that if Iโm on my phone it means Iโm conducting business. Theyโre all my fucking employees and I have the legal right to fire anyone I fucking wantโฆ.
Me: โAnd how did Ashton react?โ
Valentine: โShe didnโt answer. She just sat on her chair, plugged her headsets with music, and started reading from a book. Ha-ha! The title of the book is โAnger Management Tipsโ! All bolded and in red color! Ha-ha!โ
Sheโs smart indeedโฆ. Oh manโฆ. This little Ashtonโฆ. Ha-ha! Mmmโฆ.
I grin at my phone and I picture Ronaโs bitchy, fuming, and loser grimace. Ha-ha!
Before I reply to him, my phone receives a text message from my uncle, and I open it.
Rick: โSon? Read this. Sheโs an agent, infiltrated in there.โ
I tilt my eyebrows and blink twice.
What? An agent? But sheโs a fucking teenโฆ.
I continue reading the message.
Rick: โI took further the background check from the high schoolโs files and found out. Sheโs 24, one of the best agents worldwide from her agency. Sheโs active since before turning 19, when her folks died. Her dad was an agent, a respected one. His peers took her in as she had been previously trained. Sheโs having no other family members. Her now Uncle is in fact her direct boss from there. Sheโs there because of the mafia threats you know of and sheโs assigned to get the lead of the head doing business, whack him, and halt the danger around the students. And I contacted her boss just now to tell me whatโs the meaning of all this, and he said sheโs needed in there because of what they have as a case. They didnโt want to tell us because theyโve been suspecting even me as being involved. He said sheโs a rebel and sheโll get to the bottom of it, and for me to not interfere if I donโt want a full search and legal consequences. You have her full intel in your email. Lengthy file as an agent, sonโฆ. And sheโs so damn hot, sonโฆ. Ha-ha!โ
24? But she doesnโt look like 24โฆ. And sheโsโฆ. I meanโฆ. What the fuck? Ashton is not โlittleโ? Sheโs older than me? You have never killed, huh? Ohโฆ. This little Ashtonโฆ. Weโll seeโฆ.
Iโm fuming over my phone for the audacity that little Ashton has to lie her way inside of my proprieties and to be what she is, and Iโm so damn heating up right now! My heart is in punches! And the punishment?! OH BOY! IโLL BE MERCILESS!
I open the attachment with all her intel and start reading with some bull stares and a heaving chest, to discover what MY angel goddess really isโฆ. Oh yes, I said sheโs mine. But Iโm more challenged than before against her. OH! FUCK YES! ITโS FUCKING WAR!
Letโs see who my baby agent isโฆ. Hmmmโฆ. Oh really? Iโll show you badass and rebelโฆ. You havenโt met me yetโฆ. But you willโฆ. Oh! War, honeyโฆ. Warโฆ. Sweet warโฆ. Iโll be damnโฆ. Sheโs special indeedโฆ. Look at thisโฆ. Sheโs got same fucking training as Iโve had and sheโs able to deal with fuckers as I doโฆ. But I do more than that, baby. Iโm the fucker I amโฆ. War! Muhahaha!
Chapter 3 – But I Have Such A Bad Feeling About Thisโฆ
Dylan
Iโm all updated on my baby agent now. Sheโs a fucking millionaire in reality and indeed has some heavy balls in her all. Even her car is one latest model. This little Ashton of mineโฆ.
No, Sasha and Martin donโt know anything on this side about her, though theyโve asked me whatโs wrong when I was reading her files during class. Iโm keeping it a secret. And I texted my uncle to tell her boss that both me and my uncle donโt know about her cover and that sheโs safe in here on that. That we wonโt interfere in their business here. I wonโt interfere my assโฆ. But thatโs another story. I want to see her balls as high as possible to gasp for myself her true side.
My uncle replied that he took care of that and her boss said that in hell he wouldnโt have told her or, my ass would be constantly sent to the wall or on the ground by her. Ha-ha! She has no double standards for who I am, he said, and I would be fucked. He needs her to contain herself, knowing Iโm not aware of things. I so fucking smirked on that. Ha-ha! Ohโฆ. Sweet warโฆ.
Gill? Iโll let him manifest to be sure if itโs what Iโm thinking or not. Iโm not a fucker and I never fire someone or punish just because I have the power to do it. Iโll see when the time comes whatโs all this about. But Iโm sure heโs into herโฆ. As a womanโฆ. Iโll so fuck him when the time comes.
I enter in the canteen, which is like a VVIP restaurant, with Sasha and Martin at my sides. I already know sheโs in here. I always have my intelโฆ.
Whereโs my little Ashton? Ronaโs voiceโฆ. She must be all over my baby agentโฆ. The bitch never gives upโฆ.
I groan a bit and walk to the side of the canteen from where Ronaโs voice is splashing the horizonโฆ.
โYou just stay there and say nothing? Iโm talking to you!โ
โDamnโฆ. Sheโs hysterical as never before, Dylan.โ Sashaโs disturbed voice from my right.
โSheโs challenged as she wants a scandal and sheโs not getting it.โ Martin chuckles.
Weโre now having the sight of the scene. My little Ashton is munching from a green apple, with her headsets on, with her back on the chair, leg crossed on the other, reading from her book. Ha-ha! Sheโs alone at that table, and Rona with her other two bitches are standing, all growling at her that they donโt get a retaliation or full submission.
But my baby goddess now speaks upon turning the page, without looking at them. The entire crowd is silent and with eyes on the scandal.
โMove your bottom from here, Gavarez. I donโt give a single damn on you, your friends, or your precious Davidson. Stop considering me a rival, babe. Heโs so ugly and just a brat before me. You can have him all you want. Now, stop polluting the air around me. End of talk.โ
Iโm ugly and just a brat before you, huh? Ohโฆ. War, babyโฆ. Warโฆ. She can have me all she wants, huh? Wait for your punishments, baby agent. Iโm so bad. Youโll see how bad I am, honey.
Iโm shoving my hands in my pockets, with my head a bit at my right, and with some hawk eyes at her, inching her face and her all with my stare. Martin and Sasha chuckle at her words about me.
โShe has some nerve, Dylan. Ha-ha! God, I love herโฆ.โ Sasha. I contain slapping his head againโฆ.
Iโll kill you laterโฆ. Iโve got main issues with my bratty Ashton right now.
โWhat did you say?! Heโs ugly and a brat?!โ Rona is now revolted as she has offended her precious. โHow dare you?! I donโt consider you a rival! Look at you! How can you be a rival compared to me?!โ Sheโs gesturing at my baby in her anger euphoria.
Oh, that fucking bitch has no fucking limitsโฆ. Look at you, huh? Manโฆ. Iโll kill her as wellโฆ. Later.
My baby agent shuts her book, places it on the table, pops her headsets from her ears, and now finally tilts her eyes at Rona.
โItโs show time now, Dylan. Ha-ha! Manโฆ. Sheโs got some criminal eyes at Ronaโฆ.โ Martin.
โVery true, Gavarez. Thatโs why Iโm wondering, really squeezing my brain to understand, why acting like this? If Iโm not a rival, why wasting your time? Donโt you need to polish your nails or something? Maybe eat a leaf of salad? Stop getting angry, honey. Itโs bad for your face. You get wrinkles from that, love. So Iโve read somewhereโฆ.โ Sheโs packing her stuff in her bag and stands up to go. Sheโs shaking her head with a genuine smile.
Oh, babyโฆ. So mineโฆ.
Rona is at kettle point.
โYou! How dare you?! Donโt you walk away from me! Iโm not done with you! Iโll MAKE YOUR LIFE A LIVING HELL!โ
โMy fucking life is already a living Hellโฆ. You donโt want to taste it, babe.โ Sheโs walking away and speaks in a low voice with a smirk.
Sweet warโฆ. Come, babyโฆ. Come here, baby agentโฆ.
Iโm with my Alpha stare at her and my entire body is on fire. Sheโs approaching my spot with her eyes lowered to the floor to ignore everyone. Rona is still shouting at her back from that table, calling her names now. But everyone is ignoring Rona as they see little Ashton approaching me and theyโre halting their breaths because of it.
And how I am towering and Martin and Sasha at my sides, weโre blocking the way for her to pass to the exit. She stops in her tracks with a sigh. Iโm chewing from my left cheek and sheโs bobbing her head still with a lowered stare to the floor.
โFucking bratsโฆ. Oh, I hate high schoolโฆ. Step aside.โ
And Rona from behindโฆ.
โDylan! She spoke bad of you! Will you allow her to do that?! She doesnโt know her place!โ
Iโm with my eyes on my baby and sheโs twisting her lips in a growl.
Ohโฆ. The rebel babyโฆ. Sheโs chargingโฆ. Ha-ha! Sheโs so damn deliciousโฆ. I want to kiss herโฆ.
โI donโt know my placeโฆ. Dylan boy. Step aside before I show her how precious you are, honey. Letโs play nice for a change.โ
โAnd if I donโt want to step aside, whatโs the show about, Ashton?โ
She tilts those burning jade eyes at me, contracting her jawline. Sheโs controlling to not do something. I can see that. Weโre in a lock of stares and Iโm in my emperor one with a smirk on my face.
Oh yeahโฆ. Youโre marked and taken. Donโt think Iโm just a โboyโ, little Ashton. You really donโt know me, babe.
โWhy donโt we calm down, Davidson? Sheโs a new student here, man.โ Ivan Leron, a mafia son, stands up from his table and comes to us.
Heโs in a biker outfit, handsome, almost same built as me, with brown eyes, and his black hair styled at his back. Heโs a bad boy as well. Iโm with my eyes on him since last year. Heโs on my suspects list for the mafia business Ashton was sent here. Yeah, heโs one year under us.
Iโm still in a lock of lunatic stares with my baby agent.
โMake way, Davidson.โ She throws her chin at me with a growl in her eyes.
No string of emotion at my sight and she keeps her stare into mine in war. Ohโฆ. What Iโll do to youโฆ. Mmmโฆ.
โIvan? Go back to your seat if you donโt want me to give you another lesson, man.โ Iโm still in a war of stares with my yummy baby.
He goes silent, but his raging breathing and rabid stare are on me. He knows his place before me. No, he doesnโt walk away. For he has spoken for her, it means he takes her under his protection. Heโs interested in my baby. He never does it for someone. Sheโs a first.
Her phone rings in her jacket and she sighs in frustration and takes it out to answer.
โJesus Christ and my fucking lifeโฆ. Yes? Yes. I see. No. Iโll come outside in a minute. Yeah. Fine.โ Sheโs forcing her exit between me and Sasha and steps away. โIโm still having classes till four.โ Sheโs distancing with angry steps to the main door, and weโre turned around at her.
Oh! This little Ashton is so asking for itโฆ.
Ivan walks past me with a mad dog stare, going after her.
โDylan! You just let her walk away like that! She offended both you and me!โ Rona is yelling in the back.
Shut up, bitch.
Iโm walking after Ivan and her.
โDylan!โ
Oh! I canโt stand that annoying voice of hers!
Yes, Sasha and Martin are after me. Iโm boiling in my all and I think Iโll beat the shit out of Ivan. It wouldnโt be the first timeโฆ.
When we reach outside, sheโs with a biker, a young one. Heโs showing her something on his phone. Heโs come here with a last model bike. Heโs a bit worried in stare at her while sheโs reading on the phone. Iโm at the top of the stairs with Martin and Sasha and Ivan is in the middle of the staircase. Weโre all watching them.
โWhat?! When did this happen, Michael? Godโฆ.โ Sheโs scrolling on the phone.
I furrow my brows as sheโs between revolted and pained. Heโs apologetic in stare.
What happened?
โTwo hours agoโฆ. Iโm sorryโฆ.โ
โTwo hours? Itโs still time thenโฆ.โ She throws him the phone and then her bag, grabs the helmet from the bike and shoves it on her head, and then hops on the bike, turning on the engine.
What is she doing?! Where are you going?! No, you donโt! What the fuck has happened?!
โBecca! Itโs too late now! Even you canโt do anything about it! Becca!โ Heโs shouting after her, but sheโs with the bike in a stunt, driving away in full speed, like a pro biker.
โWhat is all that about? Manโฆ. Iโve never seen a girl with a bike like thatโฆ. Sheโs somethingโฆ.โ Sasha.
The guy calls someone, staring at her how she drives through the gate. Iโm fucking fumingโฆ.
โSheโs going there. I couldnโt stop herโฆ. Send a car for me. She took my bike. Yes, sir. I donโt know. She said she still has classes till four. Yes. I see. Alright. Iโll inform the school for you.โ He ends the call and when he turns around, he bumps his eyes into mine and he tilts a brow in surprise. Iโm a fucking bull.
โWhere did Ashton go, Michael?โ
โMr. Davidsonโฆ.โ
He knows meโฆ.
โSay.โ I throw my chin at him.
He clears his throat.
โSheโs having a family problem andโฆshe always does that. Iโm her cousin. Excuse me. I need to go inside and inform the school about her absence for the day.โ He nods and inches to the stairs.
Her cousin, huh? Sheโs going to something dangerous for sureโฆ. Fuckโฆ.
Ivan is following Michael with his stare, analyzing the situation. He now moves his fucker stare at me.
โSheโs mine, Dylan. Stop playing with her and keep that bitch away from her.โ He twists his head with those bull eyes at me. โFor her, weโre game on, man. And I wonโt lose this time. Iโve got all the motivation I need.โ He winks and turns around to go back inside.
Youโre so fucked, buddy. But I have something to do firstโฆ. Baby Ashton is my priority for the moment.
I ignore the fucker and take out my phone to call my men.
โCome and take me. Iโm in front of the main entrance.โ I end the call, twisting my lips and narrowing my killer stare at Ivanโs back.
โLet him be, Dylan. Heโs just barking like last time. He knows heโs no match to you. Where are you going? Do you have business?โ Martin is at my right and asks me.
Yeah. Iโve got business with little Ashtonโฆ. Sheโll have a surpriseโฆ. A hot oneโฆ. But I have such a bad feeling about thisโฆ. Like something so bad is going to happen with my baby agentโฆ. FUCK! Itโs same feeling I had with mom and dadโฆ. JESUS CHRIST! Pleaseโฆ. Be it a wrong feelingโฆ. Donโt go valid. I beg of youโฆ. God? Please, keep her safeโฆ. Sheโs mine. Donโt take her from me like you did with mom and dadโฆ.
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