Hannah's POVWe got to the parking lot and I was still walking mindlessly behind him like a mechanical marionette. I still didn't understand why after-school lessons with him had been set and no one told me about it.I looked up at him. I was behind him, and I took the time to admire his beautiful, almost silver-blonde hair and his muscular back that strained against his shirt.I was really going to go to the home of the hottest teacher in school, the teacher who took me ice skating and kissed me in his car, and he was going to have private lessons with me.The dynamic of it was so unreal and almost felt like something straight out of a book. It felt like the universe, through Mrs. Ryker, had orchestrated that this should happen to me.“Hannah!"My thoughts were interrupted and when I turned my head, I saw Olivia barreling towards me. Mr. Dalton stopped in his tracks as well and saw Olivia run towards us. I wasn't sure but I think I saw a slight frown flash across his face.Olivia cau
Hannah's POVThe car ride was quiet. I tried my best not to look at him. I turned my head away. I didn't even want to catch a glimpse of him in my peripheral vision.I took a deep breath. The car felt like it was shrinking, pushing me closer to him.No, Hannah. It's all in your head. Think of something else.I closed my eyes and tried to think of something gross, something disgusting, something that wasn't the hot teacher sitting beside me.“Are you alright, Hannah?"“Huh?"I opened my eyes and found him looking at me. My heart jumped into my throat, my face flushed violently and I felt the oxygen in my lungs being sucked out.“Hannah, you are red. Are you alright?"His eyes looked at me and then he turned away and looked back at the road. I felt the tension in me reduce, but I couldn't turn away from him. His eyes were on the road but mine were stuck on him.We soon began to slow down as we approached a lush apartment with a beautiful l fenced gate.Finally, I could turn my attentio
Hannah's POV“Times up.”I took my pen off the paper and Mr. Dalton grabbed it.He looked through my work and I tried my best to read his eyes. I couldn't tell if he was impressed or disappointed.His dazzling blue eyes showed no emotion and half the time, it drove me crazy."Say something,” I mumbled under my breath.His silence lingered for what felt like an eternity and he took the paper and left the study.“Where are you…”But I was too late. The door was slammed shut and I was left all alone in his imposing, well-stocked study.I sighed. I had been sitting for an hour so I might as well stretch my legs.I stood up and walked through the rows of tall bookshelves. My eyes stole a glance at the spines of books that he had and I was very impressed. It was as if he had everything here.I reached out and stroked one of the shelves. It was velvety and soft to the touch, just like his door.I smirked as a thought crossed my mind. The room was soundproof. He could kidnap someone and have
Hannah's POVHis lips made love to mine, softly and passionately. My body was tense at first but it soon began to ease into his touch.I was heady and confused. I felt my knees weakening. I was so lucky that I was sitting down.His grip on my hair tightened. I loved it, the way he held me and kissed me like I was all his.I picked up the courage and ran my fingers through his silvery blonde hair. It was soft and silky. Its feel fed my desire.“Dinner tastes better off your lips, Hannah," he groaned softly.His words were like honey. I groaned. My body was on fire. I was riding on a wave of passion.He grabbed me and pulled me into his lap. I sat astride him and his kisses got more ferocious and greedy.My lips were held prisoner by his and I would rather be here than anywhere else.His hands slipped to my shirt and his hands grazed my stomach. I moaned and arched my body closer to his. I wanted more of him. I wanted…He stopped.His lips pulled away from mine and he took his warm hand
Hannah's POVI got out of the car and headed inside. Before I could turn around, Mr. Dalton had sped away, and the last thing I saw was his break light glowing as he slowed down to turn the intersection.I sighed. What had just happened?I touched my lips softly. They tingled deliciously. I could still taste the spicy spaghetti off his lips.My mind was dulled. What did he mean by ‘he didn't regret kissing me and that things were complicated’?Did he like me? Did he love me?I gasped.I… I liked him. I loved Mr. Dalton.I felt my breath become frantic. The tingling sensation had spread all over my body. The scenery in front of me had disappeared, and I was plunged back in time to his house and our aggressive kiss in his study.I flexed my fingers. I could still feel the silky softness of his hair and I could still feel the slight pressure I felt when he grabbed my hair and made a fist.“Hey! What are you doing outside?–"I turned around and saw Olivia walking towards me. She was dress
Hannah's POVI was up early the next day for school. Olivia was still asleep by the time I had had a bath and got dressed. I was confused. Wasn't she going to school today?I knocked on her room door but didn't get a reply.“Olivia?"Still nothing. I placed one ear on the door and listened carefully.A low groaning sound came from inside her room. Was she alright? I heard another muffled voice coming from inside, possibly talking to her room in hush tones.I tried to make out what the voice was saying but I couldn't hear anything.My heart began to skip a beat. Did someone break into the house and try to hurt Olivia?A wave of fear washed through me, leaving goosebumps in its wake. I had to do something.I summoned as much courage as I could muster and opened the door.“Olivia! Are you… What?”Olivia was lying in bed, holding her tummy and rolling about in pain while the maid stood next to her, trying to comfort her and get her to take some pills.“Miss Olivia, you must take them. It
Hannah's POV“What?!""Hannah, I want you. I made all that effort to get your attention. It's not going to all run down the drain.”I scoffed and turned my head away."Sorry to burst your bubble, but I don't feel the same way about you, Carlos.”He pressed himself closer to me. His bulge pressed against against my body, through my dress. My breathing hitched, and my blood began to flow to my face.I saw a nasty smile on his face. He was enjoying the way I struggled. It turned him on. I decided to stay still."I will say this for the last time. Let me go, Carlos.”He smiled."No.”He buried his head in the crook of my neck and placed a soft, wet kiss on my skin. A shiver ran through my spine. I was disgusted. Was he on an aphrodisiac?“I know you are playing hard to get, Hannah. I know you want me. You might not want to admit it but you loved it when I kissed me. I could tell that you were wishing it was longer."I turned my head away. When he did kiss me, I did sort of like it but I w
Hannah's POVI sat quietly in his office and waited. My fingers wiggled nervously and my body was stiff with fearful apprehension.Mr. Dalton had grabbed Carlos and took him out of the classroom and asked me to wait for him in his office.The silence of his cool office was menacing. Was I getting detention as well? Did he take Carlos to the principal?I lay my head on the desk and the horror of what could have happened in that classroom crept up on me.If I hadn't freed my leg, Carlos could have…A shiver ran through my spine. I didn't even want to think about it.“Hannah."I jerked in fright and turned around. Mr. Dalton had come into his office. I didn't even hear him.His blue eyes were cold and icy. I gulped as he walked into his office and took his seat at his desk. The aura around him was scary. Was he going to scold me? What happened to Carlos?“Pull out the test that I gave you yesterday. We'll take the chemistry and maths and I will give you the cumulative assessment.”I did
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