Fuck.
When Veer finally wraps an arm around his Dad’s waist, I know he’s given up all hopes of becoming a musician and will probably even go along with this farce of a marriage.
“What if Veer slept with someone else after me or even before?” I blurt.
“According to his friends, you were the only one.”
Shit.
“But if he—”
“The wedding is going ahead,” Odin says in a voice of steel. “And if the security cameras catch you and my nephew in an act of hanky panky, then I will have the guards march you both to the nearest orthodox priest.”
Odin walks me to my apartment because he’s the type of gentleman who would never leave a girl stranded but has no qualms about trapping her in an unwanted marriage.
The pounding in my skull returns. I can’t let him leave thinking I’m going to agree to this wedding.
I tap in the combination to my room and wait for the whirr of the locking mechanism. This is so dumb and could get me strangled into submission, but if I don’t tell him something completely off-putting then I’ll either end up on the run or trapped in a life even worse than the one I had with Dad.
“Mr. Bestlasson?”
“Odin,” he says with a nod.
I suck in a sharp breath and say the first thing that comes to mind. “What if I had sex with another man?”
“Who?”
“There were so many…” I bite down on my bottom lip. “It wasn’t like I was keeping count. Like, if there was a spit roast, my mouth would be full, so I couldn’t turn around and see the guy reaming me from the back.”
His eyes narrow. “You’re lying.”
“I’m not.” My voice trembles.
I’m such a shitty liar. If I don’t tell him the truth or something close to it, then I’ll never get him off my back.
Widening my eyes, I meet his hard gaze. “Okay, I was exaggerating about the spit roast, but I’ve gotten down on my knees and sucked huge cocks, and had some guy shove a bottle up my twat and drink from my furry cup. I’ve been edged, spanked, and flogged. That’s not even counting all that bondage that makes me cum, and let’s not get started with the anal.”
Odin’s blank expression makes my stomach lurch.
I wait for a few heartbeats for him to react, but he continues staring.
“Put it this way. I like sex and lots of it. Not just the vanilla stuff. It has to be rough and dirty and kinky. Go to the Red Room on the High Street. The guy working by the counter knows me by name. I’m looking for a job, and he’s trying to get me clients so I can do double sessions with a professional dominatrix—”
“Enough,” he says.
I clamp my mouth shut.
Odin steps toward me, and every fine hair on the back of my neck stands on end. My breaths turn quick and shallow, and my gaze bounces down to his hands, which remain by their side, and up to his stern features.
“You are hereby expelled from Marina University,” he says.
My jaw drops, and all the blood drains from my face. “What? Why?”
“Lewd conduct and for corrupting one or more innocent young men.” The corners of his lips turn down with distaste. “I commend your honesty, Miss Stahl, which is why I am giving you until next weekend to clear your things.”
I hold my breath, waiting for him to go, but he remains in place.
Maybe this is a bluff and he wants me to blurt out the truth?