Hanging by a Moment (From this Moment Book 1) by Eva Walker Read Free Book Online Page B

yell back at him.
    He runs his hand roughly through his tousled black hair. “Princess, you don’t happen to own this property too. So fuck the hell off and let me sleep.” His voice laced with anger.
    My fingers clench at my sides. He pissed me off yesterday and I don’t need this shit after the fucked up day I had today. “Get out before I call college security.” I threaten him.
    “And. Tell. Them. What?” He punctuates each word, causing a cold shiver to run down my spine.
    “You breaking and fucking entering.”
    “I have a fucking key.” He explains dryly.
    What? “How... how did you get one? This is my place.” I’m shocked and horrified to know Nan gave him a set of keys knowing full well this is my place. And I don’t intend on sharing. Certainly not with Luke.
    He rolls his head back as he ponders my question. “My family own this fucking property. That’s how. So fuck off now and let me sleep.”  He stares back at me. I see a ghost of a smile playing at his lips as he watches my reaction.
    A very bright light bulb switches on in my head. “Y- you’re a... a Greyson?” I manage to stutter out, making a complete fool of myself. I’m completely mortified. The Greysons not only own this little cottage but most of the buildings on this campus were sponsored by them. And Luke is one of them. The Greyson. A Greyson. Luke Greyson. Fuck! Luke owns this cottage and I’m the one trespassing.
    “You bet your fucking ass I am. Now get out before I throw you out myself.” His voice is like acid and his eyes are dark with anger as he glares at me.
    “I have a key. Nan told me I can use this place whenever I need to and I need to now.” And before I can stop, fresh tears flow down my heated cheeks. Shit. I don’t want to cry in front of him so I turn around quickly wiping my face with the back of my hands. I turn back to face him.
    His hands are on his hips and he frowns at me. “Fine. You can stay here but I’m not leaving.” He replies in a stern voice.
    “Damn asshole.” I mutter softly under my breath but not as softly as I hoped.
    He hears me and before I know it he moves like lightening coming to stand a few inches in front of me. His minty fresh breath fans my heated cheeks.
    Every hair on my body is standing on its end and my heart is beating furiously as it tries to break through my rib cage.
    “You remember what happened the last time you called me that, princess?” His velvet voice sends shivers down my body.
    Oh yes! I remember all right. I remember the way he kissed me outside his dorm room then left me cold before walking away. I flinch as I take a step back. I can’t deal with him. Not now.
    Not after Ethan’s letter and his admission of meeting the love of his life. Even though I’m over him, his letter still makes me feel like I’m being rejected again. And I hate feeling like this. It takes me back to when my parents left me. I guess it is true what they say... childhood issues left unresolved carry over into adulthood. And my issue has to do with the feeling of abandonment. I have gotten over my parents leaving, but Ethan’s leaving is still a bit fresh. I don’t love him anymore because I have come to realise what he did was cruel. You don’t just walk away from love, you fight for it. And he never bothered to fight. Almost, like he never loved me.
    And right now I’m too tired to fight with Luke. I slowly turn around to face the table and quickly gather my bag and move towards the door but he’s too quick. He moves to stand in front of me, blocking my path to the door.
    “Stay for as long as you want. Just stop with the name calling.” His voice is drained and I can tell from his appearance he is clearly exhausted.
    And the damn flood gates bursts. Tears come down my cheeks again. This time I am unable to turn around and wipe them. He sees them.
    He frowns again as his blue eyes look at me. “Did someone die?” He asks not hiding the sarcasm in his