Luck by Scarlett Haven Read Free Book Online

forget they’re there.”
    Doubtful.
    I don’t think I could ever forget that there are seven people watching us almost at all times.
    “Do you ever get tired of never having privacy?” I ask.
    “Yeah. But my dad won’t always be president,” he says. “Once he’s done with all this, I’m going to try and live a semi-normal life.”
    “But won’t people recognize you?” I ask.
    He shrugs. “Maybe I’ll live somewhere else. I doubt anybody in Russia would know me.”
    “I don’t think Russia is a good idea. Or are you forgetting about my dad?”
    “Right. No Russia. I guess I could always move to France,” he says. “I speak French really well. Or maybe I’ll learn Korean. I hear South Korea is a very nice place to live. I love their food.”
    “I haven’t thought about where I want to live after this is all over. Russia won’t be the same,” I say. “Did you know that I am now an American citizen? Tristan did some magic and I’ve got a dual citizenship.”
    “That’s awesome,” he says. “I’d live in America. If you were here.”
    “I was considering London. Where my grandparents are,” I say. “Or here, where my aunt is. I still haven’t talked to her.”
    It’s the first time I’ve ever talked to Damon about my aunt, who also happens to be the dean of New Hope Academy . But I know he knows about it. I’m pretty sure after the incident with Kazimir, Tristan told him everything.
    “But you talked to your cousin Jade last night,” he says.
    “I did. I like her. She reminds me so much of myself at her age. Except her hair is dark,” I say.
    “I bet you were a cute freshman,” Damon says, turning on his TV.
    “I was skinny and little,” I say. “Not like a good skinny, either. I was scrawny. And not at all cute.”
    “I doubt that,” he says, as he scrolls through his movie collection on the TV. He has a lot of movies. Too many.
    “What were you like as a freshman?” I ask.
    I hear one of his bodyguards laugh. It quickly changes to a cough when Damon shoots him a look.
    “I was scrawny too,” he says, grinning.
    In my head, I can’t picture Damon ever being scrawny.
    Sure, he’s not buff like Tristan, but he’s also five years younger than him.
    “You’ll have to show me a picture sometime,” I say.
    “Yeah, probably not,” he says.
    “Come on. How am I supposed to know what our children are going to look like if I don’t know what you looked like when you were younger.”
    It’s a joke, but that doesn’t stop Damon from smiling like a maniac.
    “Our children?” he asks. “You plan on having children with me?”
    I open my mouth, then close it, suddenly feeling very self conscience.
    “Let’s get through our first date before we start naming our future children,” I say.
    He pulls me closer to him. “I bet our children will be beautiful.”
    Heart.
    Melting.
    Okay, just when I think I couldn’t possibly like him more, he goes and says something like that. How could I not fall in love with a guy as sweet as him? It’s inevitable.

FIVE
    Pajama day.

    Savannah looks ridiculous.
    She’s literally leaving her hair as it was when she woke up. It was messy before bed, but now it’s sticking up all over and her bun that once sat on top of head head has fallen to the side. She’s got on a pair of Darth Vadar pajama bottoms, a storm trooper t-shirt, and wookiee slippers.
    And to think, I had already trained with Tristan, showered, fixed my hair, and dressed before her alarm went off.
    Why anybody would want to go out in public in their pajamas is beyond me. I don’t even leave my pajamas on around the house. I get dressed and fix my hair every single morning, because you never know when somebody might stop by the house.
    As we walk to the dining hall for breakfast, I see that Savannah isn’t alone. Pretty much every single person we meet is in their pajamas. Most of them have at least combed their hair.
    Still… pajamas!
    “Where is your school spirit?”