Sophie’s pov

I stood still at the door, his words registering in my head.

Say what now? Move in where?

“Excuse me?” I asked,

“You heard me. You are moving into my house on Saturday.” He stated.

“Um… I can’t move in with you,” I argued,

“Then you are already failing your tests. Go home and pack. I will send someone to come pick you up on Saturday.” He ordered.

“But, but…” I started to argue.

“No buts, you are coming with me. You wanted this, remember?” he asked,

I nodded, “good, then go make it happen.” He said in finality.

He faced the large window, silently telling me the...