Page 107 of Savage Vicious Heir: Part Two

Maybe she’s right.

Maybe I’m not fighting hard enough for him.

For us.

As soon as I’m in my room, I’ll text him. I’ll text him and?—

I draw up short when I reach my door.

My slightly ajar door.

I know I didn’t leave it open, which can only mean one thing.

Warmth spreads through me as I push it open. “Elliot.” I smile. “I— You.”

My stomach tumbles and my world narrows on the man standing at my window.

“Hello, Miss Bancroft,” he turns slowly and gives me a predatory smile. “I don’t believe we’ve met. I’m Johnathon. Johnathon?—”

“Eaton,” I finish, a trickle of unease sliding down my spine. “How did you get in here?”

He arches a brow, studying me as if I’m a puzzle he can’t quite solve.

Ignoring my question, he levels me with a bland look. “I thought it was time you and I had a little chat.”

“Does Elliot know you’re here?”

“I thought Judge Bancroft’s daughter would have more sense than that.”

Heat stains my cheeks, but I can’t help but feel nervous.

He clearly isn’t here to make nice.

“What do you want, Mr Eaton? I have a lot of coursework to catch up on.”

“Do you?”

My room suddenly closes in around me as he paces before me, hands clasped behind his back.

He’s so different to Elliot and yet, there’s a familiarity I can’t deny. A cold ruthlessness that I’ve seen his son level towards more than one student at All Hallows’.

“I have it on good authority that you won’t be taking your A Levels this year. That you are, in fact, deferring.”

“I don’t think that’s any of your business, do you?”

He stops pacing and steps towards me, looming over me like a predator. But I stand my ground, trying my best to ignore the warning bells ringing in my head.

“Elliot is my son. There are certain expectations I have about his future.”

“I am well aware of the expectations you have for your son, Mr Eaton.” The words tumble out before I can stop them.

He runs a hand over his cleanly shaven jaw. Everything about him is immaculate. From the perfectly tailored, expensive suit he’s wearing to his coiffed salt and pepper hair. The man emanates wealth and power.

His presence should terrify a girl like me, and it does.

But it also stirs something inside me.

“So you’re not denying it then? Your relationship with Elliot?”

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