Hannah’s POV My hands were shaking and sweating, I hoped I passed and would be able to go to H.S.C.I need it in my application to Princeton. Principal Brad was in our class and was about to call the person with the highest score on the test. “You passed the test, Hannah.” Principal Brad announced to the entire classroom and I gasped, doing a dance in my head but the other students all shut their mouths like they could achieve what I had just achieved. Those morons. “As you know this competition is very important to the school so you need to focus, you’ve also been assigned to Mr Dalton, he’s going to help you prepare for the quiz like the other students. Mr Dalton is exclusive to you.” He said and for some reason, I felt like fate was trying to make something more serious than the kiss happen. My lips twitched as principal Brad spoke. He left the class after he was done giving us instructions on what to do and all I wanted to do at this point was leave this entire school, thi
Hannah’s POV All of my class was over, Olivia had gone home but I was still in school, I was yet to submit the assignment Mr Dalton gave me and I was yet to pick a scheduled date for our extra lessons for the competition. As I reached for the door, I felt my heart begin to beat faster than usual again, my legs suddenly growing cold and my body unusually excited. I grabbed the door and pulled it open but it was too hard to pull so it had me crashing to the floor with my face. “Anna.” He rushed to me, helping me up on my feet. I felt like I had lost my voice because staring at him alone had me gulping hard. “Uh, I’m uh.. yeah uh.. uhm I’m sorry.” The words that left my mouth didn’t have any meaning. “Are you hurt?” I nodded negatively, pressing my lips together. “I’m uh, I’m here to give the homework and to get my schedule.” “Yeah, sure.” He held my hand and led me to the lab stool, helping me take a seat. I gulped hard because it suddenly seemed like the atmosphere had grown
Hannah’s POV With my heart thumping loudly in my chest, I ran out of the classroom wishing that I hadn’t worn these jeans and that he’d had his way with me. His touch, his hot breath fanning against my neck, his warm lips, his strong arms. I bit my lips and tucked my hair behind my ear. There was a voice in my head asking why I had to wear these jeans today. My hand squeezed the strap of my school bag and I walked out of the school building to meet the basketball players walking out of the basketball court and heading to the school parking lot. My legs still shaking from what had just happened, I walked in slow shaking steps when I heard someone call my name from behind “Hannah.” The voice rang in my ear again pulling me away from my many ungodly thoughts. I turned and my eyes met with Carlos. He was in the school basketball jerseys and his black school bag was hung on his left shoulder, he was a little bit sweaty as he walked towards me. My head lowered and I tucked my ha
Hannah’s POVWe got into the house and an older man dressed in a black suit waited for us“Welcome home, Mr..” The man did not get to finish what he was saying when Carlos stopped him from talking.“Please inform the chef that I have a guest and we will be in the library studying, we need refreshments.” His words were plain as he instructed the man on what to do.“Do you have anything you’d prefer?”The man asked and I watched Carlos click his tongue and speak up after a few minutes.“Uh, how about dinner, chicken, mashed potatoes, and whatever they cook it with? She’d be here for a few hours and it would be great if she had dinner here.” He informed the man and the man nodded.“Okay, sir.” The man gave a bow before he walked out of our presence.“What are you? The son of the governor?” I asked playfully and he laughed.“No, just the son of a rich businessman. Anyway, the library is this way.” He pointed.We reached the library and at this point, I couldn’t hold it in again. “Oh my g
Hannah’s POV “Thank you for driving me home, you know you didn’t have to?” I grabbed my bag and unfastened my seat belt then climbed out of his car. I walked to my front porch, pulled the door open, and walked in. I was greeted with the rugged presence of my stepfather. He sat in the living room, his eyes fixed on the screen of the small television in the living room. I made to walk past him but he had something to say, “Where are you coming from and who owns that car?” His voice stopped me from taking another step. “You don’t need to know Simon.” The words rolled out of my nonchalantly and I proceeded up the stairs but he was fast to grab me by my hair yanking it and pulling men “Ahhh!” Screams erupted from my lips causing my mom to run out of her room “What is wrong?” She rushed down the stairs to meet me at the hands of my stepfather He gripped my hair tight as he pulled me out of the house. “Let her go, Simon, please you are hurting her.” Mom was quick to grab me, she tri
Hannah’s POV “I don’t have to stay here Carlos, I can always tell Olivia to come pick me up, you don’t have to do this.” I insisted as he slammed the door of his car shut and held me by my hand. “It’s fine, Hannah. I want to be sure that you are fine, after all, it's all my fault that you are in this mess, I wouldn’t have made you stay for too long. “ His eyes expressed so much remorse. “Your parents, are they not going to be angry that you let a stranger in their house?” I was scared that things were going to get worse and I didn’t want that. “Hannah, you are not a stranger and my parents are not going to be home until a month from now so be rest assured that things are going to be fine. The weather is getting cold and I think we should head in.” He pulled me softly and for a minute I hesitated to go with him but after giving it a second thought, I walked with him inside the house. “I’ll take you to the guest room but I doubt that there are clothes in the room but I can give you
Hannah’s POV My alarm blared out loud waking me from my morning slumber. I sighed, yawning and stretching my hand to the bedside table to pick up my phone. My eyes slowly opened exposing the not-so-familiar room. I wasn’t at my house and I wasn’t at Olivia’s, I had spent the night at Carlos’s house. I sighed, cursing Simon while I got up to get ready for the day. I had no clothes to wear for school, so I got into the bathroom and brushed my teeth hoping to go to Carlos so he could help me out of this situation. Getting out of my room, my nose was filled with the scent of freshly baked bread and scrambled eggs as I climbed down the stairs. A lady in a simple white shirt and blue jeans climbed up the stairs, she looked at me for a few seconds before she spoke. “Hi, Hannah?” She said my name in a question form and I nodded. “Yes.” She smiled and I took a few seconds to look at her, she had a bag in her hand. “This came in for you this morning, Mr. B. mean Carlos had aske
Hannah’s POV “You what?” Olivia gasped, her voice rising very high in the already crowded and noisy cafeteria. “Livy..” I called her name in a whispery tune trying to shun her up. “First of all, I want to kill that man you call a stepfather for touching you and then I need you to explain to me why you didn’t tell me this when I called you yesterday.” “Take deep breaths Livy and calm down.” I begged. “Don’t you dare tell me to take deep breaths, don’t you dare. You lied to me, I was worried about you, I couldn’t even sleep and you couldn’t tell me that you were at Carlos’s house? Since when did he start dropping you off at your house? Since when did you start talking to him, Hannah?” She seemed too infuriated to talk calmly. She was almost yelling and I was scared that people were going to start listening to our conversations. “You're shouting, Livy and people are going to hear you,” I whispered to her but she flamed up instead. “I am your friend and I am worried about you.” She
Hannah's POV. A few minutes after I had settled beside Carlos at the back of the bus, the car was kicked into ignition and we left the parking lots. Carlos's demeanor was a sharp contrast to Dalton's and I couldn't resist the only feeling I got from him. Was that too much to ask now? To be pampered, to be treated like a human, to be cared for in a way that suggests desire and endearment. As I leaned on the headrest, my eyes caught a glint of the sun dancing on Carlos's face and for a moment there I thought he looked like a piece of art. This thought brought a smile to my face, and I wasn’t quick enough to hide it before he noticed. "What are you smiling about?" He asked. "Do you see us winning the competition already?" Reflexively, my cheeks shifted farther, until I had to place my hand over my mouth to cover my smile. "No," I said. "It's something entirely different. And speaking of the contest. How did you manage to get in? I have been meaning to ask." Carlos raised
Hannah's POV. As the moon rays broke through the window to land on my face, the sharp light shot into my brain and forced me to open my eyes. Slowly, my eyes began to adjust to the darkness and the shape of the objects in the room. The window was opened, and the breeze gushing inside was cold enough to freeze me to stone. I wrapped my hands around my naked body but it was still not enough to grant me the warmth I desperately sought. In a split second, I threw the covers off my body, preparing to get off the bed, but as my body mistakenly bumped to the side I discovered that I was alone. Mr. Dalton was not in the room beside me on the bed. He had leftThe space beside me was now ruffled, my stomach tightening into a knot not only as a result of hunger but as an impact of the pain that now gripped my frail heart. I had been happy some hours ago, when Mr. Dalton had wrapped his arms around me, whispering sweet nothings into my ears.Was this all I to him? A playthings? A bed warming a
Dalton’s POV Sweet moans of pleasure filled the room as I came into her wetness it felt so insanely good it was driving me crazy. “You feel so fucking good, Hannah,” I muttered under my breath, and her sexy eyes batted at me as she threw me a heart-striking smile. “I could say the same about you.” She managed to say through numerous gasps and eye rolls. I felt her tighten up around me, and I couldn't stop a moan from escaping. “Damn, Hannah!” I grunted; she had me in a stronghold and wouldn't let me go. I felt heat rise inside me as she ran her fingers into my hair, tossing and tugging at it uncontrollably. “Hannah, free up a little,” I said, but she did the exact opposite. She just tightened up even more around me, and I let out a husky moan. “Hannah…” At this point, there was no talking to her; she was already lost in the pleasure. And the fact that I was making her feel good only made me feel good. She looked beautiful under the dim lights of the room, and I couldn'
Hannah’s POV I leaned in further against the car door, looking out the window at the passing buildings trying to distract myself. My breathing was beginning to get hazy as I felt some sort of fever rising up inside me. I was ovulating after all and it was driving me insanely crazy. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat and felt my panties rub against my throbbing and needy goodness but for some reason it felt so good. I bit at the bottom of my lips to stop a moan from escaping. I tried to hide my obvious struggle from Dalton and hoped he didn't notice. The leather of the car seat pressed against me in a way that was both maddening and inexplicably soothing. I squirmed a little as I suddenly felt Mr Dalton's eyes on me. I didn't know whether it was my imagination but there was something in the air. Something warm and charged. It made my self control slip even more. I crossed my legs, trying to ignore the subtle ache that seemed to pulse in time with my heartbeat. Mr Dalton’s gri
Dalton:I parked two streets away from Hannah's house. How she ever expected me not to come after her was still a wonder. I didn't think that she was going to go alone but I needed to respect her wishes. She wasn't just a little girl whom I could command to do whatever I wanted. I had to show her that I respected has so much that she would also reciprocate that in return. My phone buzzed in my pockets as I strolled towards the front of her house. She didn't invite me but I was going to do so myself. I wouldn't take any chances that would make her land in a compromising position simply because I was trying to be the good guy. I would rather be the bad guy and save her than the good guy who lets her die. I shook my head. Who was calling again? I swiped across the phone screen without looking, "I hope you are calling for something important." I asked my beta."Yes sir, I have everything under control but still need to know if you are getting ready for the final phase of the plan." He s
Hannah's POV. I released a breath after I was able to pry her away from hurting Stephanie. That girl was going to be a pain in the ass, especially tomorrow. I could already envisage it, and trust me, it wasn't looking pretty. I would rather engage myself in something boring like a painting than talk to her, especially when I knew she was fishing for trouble. The bell rang, signaling the end of the day, and I quickly picked up my bag, threw it over my shoulder, and continued my journey to his office. I walked past the garage hoping that I saw Mr Dalton and was surprised that he, of all people, was not present. Whoa, he must have been really busy then because he had never failed to show up, especially when he wanted to speak to me, probably also to take me home. On cue, Mr Dalton opened the door with his bag in hand and stopped in front of me. "Let's go home for some preparations." He said with a wink, which vanished so quickly that I imagined that I thought about it. I
Hannah's POV. My eyes widened in shock as Carlos moved closer to me with a friendly smile on his face. My goodness did he even consider the implication of what he was doing? I tried to find expression to my surprise but realized that I was only wasting my time. Feeling a pair of eyes on me, I glanced at Stephanie, and true to my thoughts, she was gazing at me with intense hatred. I had never done anything to warrant such treatment from her but I guess, it was one of those things she wanted to settle with me I was not even in the mood for all of that "Is there anything you want me to do for you?" I whispered to Carlos, who smiled at me. "I think she wants to sit with you." I nodded in Stephanie's direction. Carlos doesn't look bothered by my announcements, "Oh, then she is highly welcome. I don't think I've ever stopped anyone from coming closer to me no matter what." How oblivious could a man be? Maybe because he didn't have any special interest in her? I pondered. I
Hannah's POV. "Gring!" The sound of an alarm clock jolted me awake, making me massage my temples in worry. My core ached. It was a lovely reminder of the activities I had gotten engaged in the previous day. Scanning the room, I realized that I was alone and reached for my phone, which was on the bedside table. I stretched and let out a yawn, to help awaken my muscles. They didn't look like they were going to do so anytime soon. My eyes finally focused on a bottle of water and a glass in an empty tray with an after-morning pill beside it. I jumped up instantly, not allowing my weakness to make me lose my mind, and popped the pill into my mouth, washing it down with water. Just a few feet away, a bag lay on the ground and I fished for its contents. My clothes lay in there neatly folded. Hmm, Mr. Dalton– the ever-prepared man. I glanced at the clock again and jumped in shock. It was almost 7:00 a.m. I couldn't afford to be late to school. I needed the final brush-up before d
Dalton's POV "How old do you think I am, Hannah?" I inquired from her, watching her fidget slowly as she tried to find her words to defend herself from me but I knew that she was obviously lying. She wasn't a liar I needed to try her best at doing this because it clearly wasn't working with me. "I..." She swallowed before looking away. "You..." I asked in an amused tone, waiting to hear how creative she could get with her excuses. "I... Was thirsty and needed some water and decided to come to the kitchen! I mean the kitchen is where the water is, right?" She asked a rhetorical question making me laugh at her cuteness. She didn't even have to do much before getting me into a state of amusement which was quite a chore for many women. "I see," I responded, waiting for her to counter my words, but she kept on looking at me. "I'm sorry if I'm taking up your space. I mean I should be studying and not sitting on your counter." She apologized and tried to hide her face under he