Page 15 of Exactly What I Needed
His third snap was a picture of a beautiful, black electric guitar and a new caption.
Besides, don’t I owe you some guitar lessons?
Staring at the screen, the timer ran down, and the Picsnap disappeared. Hadn’t he only agreed to that out of courtesy?
Suddenly, my door swung open, banging lightly against the wall, and standing in the doorframe was my teacher bestie.
“Cosette,” Elysia panted, out of breath. She bent forward, placing her hands against her knees. I lifted my brows in shock as she tried to regain her breath. Running a palm against her sweaty forehead, she smoothed out the frizzy natural curls of her shoulder-length hair.
“Are you okay?” I asked, bewildered. My thumb hovered over the record button in Picsnap.
“You have a visitor. I tried to stop him, Cosi. I really tried. Why does he keep coming back? Didn’t you say you’d ended things forever ago?” She finally stood upright and rubbed her back.
“A visitor? Who are you talking about?” I asked as she adjusted her lavender blouse and black pencil skirt.
“Danny. Danny was at the office when I went to make some copies.”
My mouth fell open. “I told the office to not let him in.”
“What can they do? It’s not like we have the budget to hire a security officer.”
Groaning, I slumped in my chair as Elysia’s eyes darted out of the room and then back to me. She gave me a sympathetic smile and then stepped sideways.
A frown slid onto my face as I crossed my arms, gripping my phone tightly, and glared at the man who stepped into my classroom. He gave alazy smile to Elysia before facing me, and my insides churned. I couldn’t believe I’d ever dated him. He may be good-looking with his blond business-cut hair and bodybuilder physique, but he was a lazy jerk and acted entitled when it came to relationships.
And something had just always felt off about him.
“Danny, how many times do I have to tell you that I don’t want to see you? We’re done. We’ve been over for months now,” I snarled, and he leaned against the frame. He adjusted the cuff of his business shirt on one side and lifted his green eyes to mine.
“I’m here as a courtesy.”
“Courtesy for what?” I rolled my eyes.
“I’ll be meeting with your parents when they visit in a few weeks.” He grinned.
“What? Why? Why the hell would you do that?” I hissed.
“Because I’m going into business with your dad.”
I furrowed my brows, confused. Danny didn’t need money. He was financially very adept, but my parents, on the other hand, had almost nothing. “Excuse me? How can you go into business with them when you know that they don’t have much money?”
He chuckled maliciously and pushed off the doorframe, the smile falling from his face. “And whose fault is that? You have a stable career and barely pay anything for rent.”
I squeezed my phone tighter, trying to subdue my anger. “So you believe that I have money to just throw away?”
“Is that what you see it as? Throwing it away?” He raised a corner of his lip in disgust.
“Obviously not, but I am simply a teacher. You’re acting like I make hundreds of thousands of dollars.”
“You make enough. You can send them some.”
“And who says I don’t? Besides, I—”
“STOP!” he shouted, cutting me off.
I tossed my phone on my desk and threw my hands on my hips, widening my gaze. “Excuse me?” How dare he speak to me like that.
“Look, I’m simply saying that if you were a better daughter, I wouldn’t have to come in and help them like this.”
