Chapter 02

And fuck the hell outta me be did.

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My head was aching - so badly like I was being hit over and over with an invisible hammer.

I groaned loudly, slowly opening my eyes and tried to turn, but stopped when I felt an arm - a strong one holding me down.

The eff?

I turned immediately to the side, forgetting the pain on my body and almost screamed when I saw that I was in bed - NAKED - with a stranger. A very hot one at that.

But that's not the point!

I'm in bed naked with a fucking stranger!

What on earth have I done? And where did fuck is Keisha?

I looked around, groaning again when I saw that we were in a hotel.

The last thing I remembered was going into a club with Keisha - and drinking - oh drinking so much hoping to push the pain away.

How did I go from wanting a few bottles of beer to climbing in a hotel bed with this stranger?

Dear mother of Jesus —

What exactly happened and why the fuck can't I remember anything?

But as I took a deep breath and closed my eyes trying to recall the events of the night before - vague images, memories started replaying in my head.

Although they were just blurry, most of them, I still remembered some parts.

Like Rex coming in with his girlfriend and insulting me.

Then, this beautiful stranger came in and shooed them away.

And the worst of them all was me practically begging the guy to fuck me.

I groaned again.

What was his name again?

I think it's something that starts with an S.

Stephen? Sean?

That's not important. I need, to get the fuck out of here!

I slowly took the guy's arm away, thankful that he was at least a deep sleeper.

When I succeeded, I got off the bed, made quick work of getting dressed and with a final glance at the stranger, left the hotel room, while trying as much as possible to not pay much attention to the fact that I was feeling like hell and probably looked like one too.

Immediately I got into the cab . I took out my phone and texted Keisha.

“Where the fuck are you?”

It took her just about seconds to respond.

“At home.”

“At home? At home! What have you gotten me into? You left me all alone with a stranger!”

“We both know that you needed that - something fun to get your mind off that bastard and you got it even without my help, you whore.”

I rolled my eyes but said nothing in response.

In the space of twenty four hours, my fiancé had broken up with me, and I had sex with a stranger.

And if the soreness I was feeling was any indication, it was a very hot sex. I might not remember a hundred percent but I still recalled some segments of it, the delicious part.

How he had devoured me like a starving beast, fucking me like he couldn't have enough. Something I've not had for a long time. Being so possessed.

I sighed dreamily and leaned back, closing my eyes.

Few minutes later, the cab got me home and I went straight into the room for a warm shower then proceeded to the kitchen for a cup of coffee - and aspirin.

“Fuck!”

I jumped - literally at the deep glow that echoed through my mind.

I looked around but the room was very empty. So where did that -

“Fucking ran away from me, did you?” The voice came again sounding a little pissed off, “that's fine. I'll find you because you can't hide from me.”

I shivered.

What was going on?

I looked around again, but I realised that the voice, the words were in my head. I was hearing voices in my head.

Holy shit -

“Remember how you were begging me last night to fuck you harder? I'll make you beg like that again - but I won't give you that satisfaction as a punishment for Daring to escape me.”

A moan left my lips before I could stop it, then my heart beat accelerated.

What the fuck is happening?

“You can't escape me! You are mine! You are fucking mine!!”

I shivered again this time and dropped the empty cup of coffee in the sink then Raj upstairs to lock myself up in my room.

I'm hearing voices in my head. Well a voice, but why was I hearing a voice in my head?

Dear God, have I gone crazy?

I'm definitely running mad, because what is happening?

Everything that happened had successfully made me mad, driven me crazy.

I'm mad.

I shook my head, and decided to get ready for work.

I'm definitely not going to deal with this - whatever it is.

Maybe I'll go see if I can get a therapist later today. I'm no stranger to grief and I know how badly it can affect a human.

It took me about an hour to fully get ready, and when I got to the college, part of the class was already filled up with students waiting to be taught.

“Good morning miss Elara,” they all echoed and I smiled. It was always a pleasure teaching fresh men.

That's until they get to higher levels and decide to be possessed by college madness.

Speaking of madness —

Not now, Elara. I shook my head and turned to my table to bring out the new biology textbook Keisha had gifted me a while back.

“Our topic for today is Excretion. Now….”

I trailed off when the door opened and someone walked in.

Shock glued my feet to the floor and I would have almost dropped the book on the floor but a professor has gotta maintain her Steeze in front of her students.

Even though I didn't drop the book, my jaw was definitely on the floor as I stared at the guy walking into the door with a grin.

“Good morning miss,” he greeted with a smile, and that voice sent shivers down my spine, “I'm a new student.”

Oh fucking no!

I gasped, because that cannot be possible.

He sat down without waiting for a response. I couldn't even say a word because I was too dumbfounded to talk.

My one night stand was sitting in my class.

Holy hell, my one night stand is my student.

I fucked my student.