Barely Read online Madison Faye (Winchester Academy #7)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Winchester Academy Series by Madison Faye
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Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 44127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
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I repeat: what the fuck am I doing?

But also, what the fuck was she doing? I mean, Winchester Academy is full of rich kids, but Brynn Henley might just be at the very top. The Henley’s are the kind of family that redefine your idea of what wealth is. And I get that rich kids want to act out sometimes—I mean, trust me, I get it. But acting out means getting drunk at a party, or taking drugs, or getting regrettable tattoos, or, fuck, whatever teenagers do to act out.

…It doesn’t mean stripping at a skeezy strip club.

I rake my fingers over the scruff on my jaw. I need to figure out what the hell she was doing there. And really, I need to call her fucking parents.

Brynn starts to stir, and I snap out of my thoughts as my eyes focus on her. She frowns, shifting under the blanket before suddenly her eyes snap open. Her face pales, and she jerks like she’s about to lunge from the couch and run, when I stop her with a calming hand on her shoulder as I stoop low.

“Hey, hey,” I growl, squeezing her shoulder reassuringly. “Just relax, Brynn. It’s Colto—it’s Principal Kane, and you’re safe, okay?”

She nods, blinking quickly before her eyes focus on me, and her face burns crimson.

“Oh, God,” she groans, burying her face in her hands as she sinks under the blanket.

“Brynn—”

“Please, Principal Kane,” she suddenly sobs, tears streaming from her eyes. “Please! Just don’t tell—”

“Hey, hey, c’mere,” I growl, wrapping my arms around her as she collapses into me, sobbing and clinging to my shirt as I wrap her in the blanket and my arms—my mind doing everything it can to forget the way she was grinding on my lap less than an hour ago.

“Byrnn, you’re safe, alright? Do you want to tell me what the fuck you were doing there?”

She shakes her head, still pressing her face into my chest as I gently rub her back.

“Okay, that’s fine,” I say gently. “Look, we should call your parents though—”

“No.”

I frown. “What?”

“No,” she says softly. “We can’t.”

My frown deepens. “Brynn, I’m not going to—look, whatever you were doing there tonight, I’m not judging and I’m not going to say a thing to them.”

I shake my head, my jaw clenching.

“What the hell were you doing—”

She starts to cry, and I hold her tighter.

“Look, I’m not telling your parents, Brynn. That’s a promise. But let’s just call them so they can—”

“You can’t call—”

“Brynn—”

“No, I mean you literally can’t,” she sobs.

I frown, pulling back. “What do you mean?”

“My dad, he…” she frowns, looking down. “He’s in a lot of trouble. He stole a bunch of money from a lot of people. He got arrested and then skipped out on bail, and I don’t know where he is.”

My jaw grinds tight. What the fuck?

“And your mom?”

“Stepmom,” she whispers. “And Greece, I think. She’s divorcing my dad and she’s gone off the radar until it’s all settled.”

I blink. Jesus Christ, what. I look at her, suddenly so small and so frail seeming.

“Hang on, who’s taking care of you?”

She swallows, looking down. “I don’t know. I mean, I’m fine. I’m at school, so… you know, a roof and food,” she mumbles.

My jaw clenches tighter. “What about money?”

She doesn’t answer, and suddenly, it starts to click.

Holy fuck.

“Brynn, were you dancing there because you need the money?”

She nods quietly, and my heart breaks as I pull her tight to me, feeling her cry into my chest again as I hold her close.

“Look, I need the money, okay? For tuition next semester? I mean where else am I going to get that kind of money, Principal Kane?” she sobs. “Starbucks?”

“Jesus Christ, Brynn,” I growl.

“The guy…” she cringes, looking away. “The guy in the suit from the club, he… I owe him money.”

“What?!” I snarl.

“Well, my dad does, so I do now, seeing as he’s missing.” She looks up at me plaintively, biting her lower lip.

“That’s why I was…” she sobs again as she collapses into me, and I stiffen as I pull her tight to me again.

“I’ve got you,” I growl softly, holding her tight. “No one is going to touch you, Brynn. I promise you that.”

And the second I say it, with her so frail and vulnerable in my arms, I know it’s true. I know I’ll fight heaven and hell to keep her safe. I know having her here like this is a terrible idea. She’s a student, I’m her Principal, and twenty years older than her. And circumstances aside, she’s lying here half naked in sexy lingerie. And something tells me, if this got out, any claims of just wanting to help her might go out the window seeing as I just got a fucking lap dance from her at a strip club.

…Altruism also sorta goes out the window when you are half hard hugging the damsel in distress.


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