Chapter 17
WARREN
Ikicked myself in the ass the entire time Harper was in class. I never should’ve spoken to her like that. Like a territorial asshole. I know she’s mine, and she knows she’s mine, and yet, I had to go and make a stupid comment.
Leaning against a tree outside the science lab, I wait for Harper to be done with her class.
An apology already sitting on the tip of my tongue.
Students start to filter out of the building.
But Harper isn’t one of them. The moment I see Easton walk out, his eyes meet mine, and I know something is wrong.
Pushing away from the tree, I meet him halfway. “What’s wrong? Where is Harper?”
Easton shakes his head, “One of the financial aid people came and got her out of class. She never came back. I figured she would have called you by now.”
Worry bubbles within my gut. “Shit. How do you know it was financial aid? Who was it?”
“Brian told me who she was,” Easton shrugs. “I don’t know her name, but she had brown hair, glasses and was wearing a gray suit.”
Spinning around on my heels, I sprint away before Easton has even finished speaking.
The jog, well, more like run, to the admin building seems to take forever, and when I arrive, I ask for financial aid at the front desk.
A middle-aged woman points me in the right direction with a questioning brow.
There are three offices for financial aid, but only one is a woman, so I decide that it has to be her.
I knock but don’t wait for her to say anything. Pushing the door open, I walk into the office at the same time.
“Excuse you,” she half yells while pushing up from her desk. The woman looks exactly like Easton described her, so I don’t ask her anything but the most important question.
“Why did you pull Harper Martin out of class?” I take another step and stop right in front of her desk, pinning her with a dark stare.
“And you are? Legally, I can’t give you answers to questions like that.”
“I’m her boyfriend,” I answer without thinking. It sounds weird saying those words again, but I don’t have time to dwell on the thought.
“If that’s so, then you know where she lives?”
“With me.”
“And, are you aware of the fact that Miss Martin is receiving money to live on-campus?”
Fuck, so they found out.
“So what? Who cares? And how do you even know about this?” Since I have her talking, I might as well keep getting whatever information I can out of her.
“It doesn’t matter who made us aware of it, what matters is that it happened and needed to be addressed immediately.
” I don’t know if she mentioned a who on purpose, but either way, I know someone ratted her out, and I have a good idea about who it might be.
I’ll deal with him later though, because right now I have to fix this. Fix this big-ass mess for Harper.
“What do you mean addressed? What’s going to happen? Did she lose her scholarship?”
“Not yet, but she will if she doesn’t pay back the money, and she won’t be receiving any further payments for housing. So even if she does manage to pay the school back, she’s going to need to find a place to live.”
Without a second thought, I pull out my wallet and grab my credit card, throwing it down onto the shiny wooden desk between us.
“Here, I’ll pay for it.”
“Okay,” the lady chirps, taking my card without question.
I guess they don’t care where the money comes from as long as it’s paid.
She runs the card, and I sign the receipt and put my card back in my wallet before heading out.
I don’t even think about how much money I spent, or what is happening between us.
Right now, the only thing of importance to me is ensuring that Harper can continue her education.
In the beginning, I wanted her gone, but now… I just… I need her close, need to know she’s okay.
Pulling the office door shut behind me, I tug my phone out of my pocket right away. Dialing Harper’s number, I hold the phone to my ear just to be met by the sound of her voicemail. Fuck. Squeezing the phone so tightly, I fear the device might crumble under the pressure of my grip.
She turned her fucking phone off… again.
Acid burns up my throat and panic grips me. Even as angry as I am, the worry of her leaving is worse. Where the hell did she go? What is she thinking? Fuck, I know exactly what she is thinking. She blames me. She thinks I did this, just like I threatened I would.
On my way to my car, I call Valerie’s phone just to get her voicemail too.
I don’t think she is there anyway. There is only one place I can think of to go, and that’s her parents’ house.
I find the address she gave me before and put it in my GPS.
Ten minutes later, I’m on my way, hoping that it’s not too late.
How could I fuck this up? I should have already paid the stupid housing money.
I should have told her that I wanted her to stay, that I would never tell the university about this.
But my stupid head got in the way. I wanted to have something to hold against her, and all because I was scared that she would leave me if I didn’t.
I only get about halfway to Harper’s parents’ house before my phone starts to ring. I grab it from the passenger seat, surprised to see Valerie’s name light up the screen.
Answering, I say, “Hello.”
“Did you rat out Harper to the school?” Valerie’s accusing voice comes through the line. Caught off-guard but totally expecting it, I tell her the truth.
“No, I fucking didn’t. Do you know where she is?”
“Yes…” She pauses, and I wait for the but to come, “She’s at my place. I told her she can stay with me, but I kinda don’t want her to stay. You know, with my job and all. It won’t take her long to figure out I don’t work at a diner.”
Valerie is still talking while I make a U-turn at the next road.
“Send me your address, and I’ll be there in thirty minutes.” I punch the gas and squeeze the steering wheel in my hand.
“Fine, I’m on my way to work now. Can you maybe not tell her that I called you? I don’t want her to be mad at me.”
“Yeah, yeah… I get it, you don’t want her to know what kind of person you really are.”
“It’s not like that, Warren,” Valerie huffs.
“Send me the address. I won’t tell her your secret; you can do that.” Hanging up the phone, I start back in the direction of Blackthorn. After a few minutes, a text comes through with the address, and I punch it into the GPS on my phone.
The entire way back to Harper, I contemplate what I’m going to say and how I’m going to say it. I can’t imagine what she is thinking right now. How upset she is, how shitty she thinks of me. Anger surges through me, and I hit the steering wheel with my hand, needing to lash out at something.
As the miles dwindle down, a nervous knot forms in my gut, and by the time I pull into the apartment complex, I’m a wreck.
I park the car and look up at the building.
It’s similar to the one Harper lived in before, which only enrages me more.
I told her she would never stay in a place like this again, and I meant it.
Getting out of the SUV, I walk across the parking lot, and up the front steps. There is no buzzer at the front door, so I go right in. I have to climb two flights of stairs and follow the long hallway toward Valerie’s apartment number.
When I reach it, I let out a harsh breath and try to get my anger and breathing under control. I’m so fucking angry that someone did this to her. Yes, I had threatened to do it, but that was before everything happened.
Making a fist, I beat it against the wooden door.
Nothing.
I repeat the action, a little harder this time.
“Open the door, Harper. I know you’re in there.”
A second later, I can hear footsteps coming toward the door. “Go away, Warren. I hate you, and I never want to see you again.”
“Too bad. Open the fucking door, or I’ll kick it in.” I don’t bother hiding my irritation. All I need is to have her in my arms, to tell her what happened, that I didn’t do it. That will ease the anger, the madness threatening to overtake me.
“No,” she replies, and I scrub a frustrated hand down my face. I doubt anyone would bat an eye if I started to kick in this door. Again, the neighborhood is shit, and the door is flimsy enough that it wouldn’t take much effort.
“Harper,” I warn. “I’m going to kick in the fucking door, and then Valerie’s going to be pissed. Open it or make me go through it. Either way, I’m going to get my hands on you.”
A second later, I hear the lock disengaging, and the door opens up a sliver, Harper’s sleepy face fills the small space.
“Please, go away. You’ve already ruined everything, taken everything from me.
What more could you want? Did you come here to embarrass me further?
To break my heart all over again?” She sounds as defeated as I feel, and all I want to do is wrap her up in my arms, but I doubt she would let me touch her right now, not without lashing out like a feral cat at me.
“Let me in,” I order, and take a step forward.
“No,” she shakes her head.
“Okay,” I shrug, and then rush forward, shoving the door open. She stumbles back and almost falls on her ass, but I grab her arm in time to steady her. She tries to shrug me off, but I don’t let her. Never letting go, I close the door behind me.
“Why can’t you just leave me alone?”
“You know why, and I wasn’t the one who told the school about you living off-campus.”
“Yeah, right. Of course, you didn’t. You were only the one threatening to do so for weeks.” She waves her hands around like she doesn’t know what to do with them, and she somehow needs to let the anger out. “Now you’ve got what you wanted, I’m gone. They are going to take my scholarship—”
“No, they won’t. I paid back what you owed. Your scholarship is fine.” My words have the desired effect, and she stops moving around. Her arms fall to the side of her body.
“You did, what?” she asks, her eyes wide.
“Yes, I told you, it wasn’t me. I don’t want you to leave…” I’m close to telling her why I don’t want her to leave, why I would do anything to keep her close, but my stupid brain keeps getting in the way of pouring my heart out.
“What’s the catch? What do I need to do for you in return?” Even though her reaction is completely justified, it still makes me angry. Maybe more so at myself.
“I need your complete obedience in all matters,” I half-joke. Her mouth pops open, and I know she is about to start yelling at me, but I cut her off before it starts. “I’m joking. There is no catch.”
“Warren… I can’t do this. Where am I supposed to stay? I was paying for food and books with the leftover money. Without it, I have nothing.”
“You will stay with me, and I’ll give you anything else you need. You don’t have to worry about this. Just pack your stuff and let’s get out of here.”
For a long moment, she just stares at me, I don’t know if she expects me to say anything else and if she does, I don’t know what she wants me to say.
“You aren’t serious?” Her face twists into this strange look. It’s both fear and joy. “Wait, you are.”
“Let’s go, Harper. I hate that you’re back in the same situation as before, and on top of that, I need to do some investigating and find out who the hell did this.”
“You don’t have to help me. I can figure it out myself…” She stubbornly states, but I’m not having it. Grabbing her by the chin, I tilt her face to mine.
“I’ll do whatever I fucking want, and because I want to help, I will. Now, please, stop being stubborn, grab your shit and let’s leave.”
Harper’s lips form into a flat line, and it looks like she might fight me some more.
My cock comes to life at the thought. I’ll gladly take her over my knee and spank her ass until there isn’t a lick of defiance left in her.
Shockingly, she pulls from my hand, grabs her backpack off the couch, and slips her shoes on before walking back over to me.
“Ready,” she murmurs.
I nod and grab her hand, tugging her out of the room and closing the door behind us.
We walk down to the car in silence, even though I’m boiling over with anger and a need to unleash it.
As soon as I have Harper in the car, I pull my phone out and walk around and get into the driver’s side.
Before I even start driving, I dial my father’s number.
“Son,” his voice meets my ear.
“Why did you do it? Just tell me,” I growl, strangling the steering wheel with my free hand.
“Do what?” He plays dumb, which only makes me burn hotter.
“I’m not a fucking idiot. How did you find out about Harper staying off-campus, and why the fuck did you go to the school with the information?”
Silence. Nothing but silence greets me, and that’s all the answer I need.
“Stay the fuck out of my shit and leave Harper alone.”
“Do you really think a girl like her is at a university like Blackthorn to get an education? She is there for one thing only, to find a rich guy and use him. Probably trying to get knocked up.” I press my phone closer to my ear.
“You know nothing about her,” I growl into the phone, hoping that Harper didn’t hear what he just said.
“I know enough. She’s no good for you. She is going to use you like she did before. Mark my words. She will destroy you. You deserve better, and if I can get rid of her, then I will.”
“Leave. Her. The. Fuck. Alone.” I project each word into the speaker with a harshness that I’m sure even he can feel.
I’m done fucking around. Harper is mine, as she always has been. I don’t care if her parents worked for mine. I don’t care about our past anymore. All I care about is us and moving forward. I finally have her in my hands again, and nothing is going to ruin this for us.
“You’re making a mistake, Warren. A huge fucking mistake.”
“No, you are. Leave her alone.” I hang up the phone and toss it over my shoulder, damn near swerving off the road in the process.
Forcing air into my lungs, I focus all my attention on breathing, taking deep calming breaths.
Looking over at Harper, I half expected her to be sank into her seat, fear in her hazel eyes, but that’s the last thing I see.
Instead, I see something that I never thought I would see in her eyes again. Love.
It’s such a profound feeling that it makes every other emotion inside of me dissolve into dust. Love?
Could I love Harper again? Could I let go of everything, forget that she ever hurt me?
I guess I’ll have to decide because going against my father won’t be easy, but it will be worth it if I get to have Harper.