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 School was finally over, after the closing bell and announcement, I had received a text from Olivia telling me she was already at the school parking lot waiting for me. The school halls became empty after just twenty minutes of school closure. I stood by the door of his office, my book in my hand and pressing strongly against my chest, my lips in my mouth as I bit them softly. A part of me longed to see him while a part of me cursed myself a million times forever letting something like this happen. I placed a knock on the door and his voice came urging me to push open the door. My hands were shaky as I twisted the knob of the door and slowly pushed it open, my eyes fell on the god of a man, he was seated at his desk, and his eyes fixed on the laptop on the brown Mahogany desk. Mr Dalton was not like the other teachers and I could feel it, he was different because aside from the way he spoke and acted everything about him spoke a generous amount of luxury, like he w
Hannah's POVI sat in the car quietly. I noticed that Olivia stole occasional glances at me but she didn't dare ask me anything.I was grateful. She cared a lot about me but I wasn't sure that I was ready to regale her of my times with Mr. Dalton.Fuck!Even saying his name in my head sounded weird. I had tried to close my eyes and stop myself from thinking about him but I couldn't. He dominated my thoughts. His blonde hair and blue eyes, his deep voice, and…“Alright, we are here." Olivia pulled up in front of her house, and I gazed at the dim lights from outside. Why did a part of me feel sad?Mom? Was she okay? I had left her alone with that monster. I whipped out my phone to call her but Olivia stopped me.“No need. I already texted your mom before you met me in the car. I told her you were staying with me and I was able to convince her to lay low so that you could think this evening. I don't want you worrying about her. You have enough on your plate as it is.”I felt teary and
Hannah’s POVCarlos walked up to me and I began to back away. What the fuck was he doing here? How was he here? How did he even find me?I looked frantically back to the house and back at him. Livy was going to rip him apart if he saw him here.“Hannah, I need to talk to you." “Carlos, you need to get out of here. Now!" I turned back to the house. I was praying that Olivia wasn't listening to us. She would be livid.“Hannah, why are you avoiding me? I thought you agreed you would be my tutor. I also thought that you were coming over today." “Well, surprise, surprise, I'm not coming over today. Now leave me alone. You have to leave…”"I'm not leaving without an explanation. You ran into me at the end of school and was acting all salty. What's the matter?”I groaned in frustration. This was going to be difficult. Very difficult."Just get out of here, Carlos. You shouldn't be here.”"Just tell me what's wrong. Why are you acting this way?”"Arrgghh! You are being impossible.”"I thin
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 his broad s
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 POVSweet 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't help kissing
Hannah’s POV"Oh yes, I'm sure. I mean, I didn't quite pay much attention to it, but later on, I caught a whiff of authority lingering in the air, but I wasn't able to place my finger on it." I explained further, leaving no information out. Olivia placed a finger under her chin staring at me. "I understand that you probably read too many meanings into things, but this is quite perplexing. Do you think that he is hiding something?" She whispered. I rolled my eyes at her suggestions. "Of course not, what could he be hiding away from us?" I fired back at her, refusing to allow her to fill my head with doubts. She looked away and scrunched her eyebrows in some type of way making me feel weird. She had never been shy to speak about what she felt, and now I believe there was something more to what she was willing to share. "Do you have any suspicions, Olivia?" I inquired so that I knew my next step. Her response was a shake of the head which even meant more than I was willing to accept.
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 squinted f
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 smirked
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 doing it f
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 her hair jus