Chapter 5

Alexandra's POV 

The holiday break was over, and school was starting again. I couldn't help but feel a sense of dread as I thought about the days ahead. I had agreed to keep my relationship to Davis a secret, but that didn't make things any easier.

Every time I saw him, I was reminded of what he had said to me that night at the ballroom. And it wasn't easy to forget.

 "Davis, quit flirting around!" I heard Drake yell across the quad. I turned to see Davis and his girlfriend, Chloe, making out in the pitch

"I know, right?" Summer said, shaking her head in disgust. "He's such a player."

 But even as I watched them, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy.

It was stupid and irrational, but it was there. I quickly pushed the feeling aside, reminding myself that I had agreed to keep things platonic between us. I couldn't let my emotions get the better of me.

As I sat there, watching them, I wondered how I was going to get through the next few months. How was I going to pretend that everything was normal, that I wasn't secretly related to Davis? It seemed like an impossible task.

 "Are you feeling okay, Alexandra?"Summer asked, concern written all over her face. She noticed my silence.

 "I'm not feeling well," I replied, barely looking up at her. "I think I need to go home."

"What? Go home?" Summer's voice was full of surprise. "But we have chemistry next, and you love chemistry!"

I just shook my head, unable to explain my feelings. I didn't want to be here, in this school, Davis was everywhere. I couldn't cope with it. I just wanted to go home and try to forget about everything.

I got up from my seat but Summer stopped me. 

 "Wait, let me come with you. I'll walk you home."

"No, it's okay," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "I just need some time alone."

Summer looked like she wanted to protest, but she nodded. "If you're sure," she said. 

I nodded, and then left.

"Welcome home, Miss Alexandra," said George, the elderly butler who had been with my family for as long as I could remember. "You're back rather early."

"I'm feeling a bit under the weather," I replied, giving him a small smile. "I thought I'd come home and rest for a while."

George's face creased with concern. "I'll call the doctor," he said, reaching for the phone on the nearby table.

"No, please don't," I said quickly. 

 "I'll be fine, I just need some rest."

George looked doubtful, but he nodded and said, "If you're sure. Just let me know if you need anything, Miss Alex."

"Thank you, George," I said, giving him a grateful smile. I headed upstairs to my room, feeling the need to be alone.

 

 Thoughts of Roland flowed my memories for hours, I missed him but Too bad, he hasn't been picking my calls lately. I scrolled through the unanswered text that I had sent to him on our chat.

 Staring deep into his charming smile of the photo of him on my phone. A lot of romantic thoughts rushed into my mind. I really wanted to feel Roland on me at this point. It felt so right daydreaming and wanting him by my side.

I missed his presence around me and my thoughts kept drifting to him. I remembered the way he smiled, the way he made me laugh.

I closed my eyes and imagined him next to me, holding me close. Feeling every part of me sensationally. I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't hear the door open. I didn't realize that I wasn't alone until I heard a gasp.

I turned to see Davis standing in the doorway, his eyes wide with shock. I was mortified, and I quickly tried to cover myself up, my cheeks burning with embarrassment.

 "So this is the side of you I never get to see," he said, his voice full of mischief. "I have to say, I like it."

Davis closed the door behind him as he walked closer to me and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I tried to push him away, but he didn't budge. I felt my breath catch in my throat, and my palms started to sweat.

"What are you doing?" I asked, my voice shaking. "This isn't funny."

But Davis just kept grinning, like he was enjoying this. 

 Davis leaned in close, his gaze fixed on the phone in my hand. He studied the photo displayed on the screen, a smirk playing on his lips.

"So you're head over heels for an older man, huh?" he teased, his voice full of amusement.

I tried to ignore him, but his comment had caught me off guard. I was still reeling from the kiss we had shared, and I was trying to make sense of it all.

"Why are you here?" I asked, my voice coming out more harshly than I had intended.

Davis's smirk faded, and he took on a more serious expression. "I came to ask if you had a hand in destroying my game boxes, but I guess that's not important anymore," he said, his tone more measured than before. "What's important is what I want, and what I want is you."

I felt a chill run down my spine, and I didn't know how to respond. I was caught off guard by his directness, and I wasn't sure how to handle it. I had never been in a situation like this before, and I didn't know what to do.

 "I didn't destroy your game boxes," I blurted out, my voice trembling. But Davis just silenced me with a finger to my lips.

"That doesn't matter anymore," he said, his eyes boring into mine. "All that matters is what I want."

He leaned in, his breath hot on my neck, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. My heart was racing, and my head was spinning. A part of me wanted to push him away, to stop this madness.

But another part of me was aching for his touch.

 "Please, stop," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "You need to leave now."

But Davis ignored my pleas, instead bringing his lips to my neck and kissing me softly. I tried to resist, but I couldn't help but let out a small moan. My body was betraying me, and I couldn't understand why.

"You don't mean that," he whispered, his voice low and seductive. "You want this as much as I do."

I closed my eyes, fighting against the feelings that were welling up inside me. 

 "Stop this Davis, you should leave now" I controlled myself and I pushed him away from my body which really wanted him the more but I resisted.

 "Fine" he backed off

"Soon enough, you would want more of me" Davis said, winking at me as he walked out of my room. 

 As I locked the door behind him, I felt a wave of relief wash over me. I was finally alone, safe from the storm of emotions that Davis had stirred up within me. But as I stood there, I felt strange, like my body was on fire.

And the sensation was coming from between my legs. I realized with a jolt that I was turned on. And i was completely aroused by Davis. I had never felt this way before.

Next Morning

I was woken from a deep slumber by the insistent ringing of my phone. I reached out blindly and fumbled for the device, knocking it off the nightstand in the process.

As I scrambled to pick it up, I saw that it was my friend Summer calling. I didn't want to answer, but she kept calling. Finally, I gave in and answered the phone.

 "I'm not coming to school today," I said, groaning, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. 

 "Haven't you seen the news on the school group chat?" Summer asked, her voice urgent. "You're trending, Alex!"

I was suddenly wide awake, my confusion replaced by a jolt of panic. "What do you mean?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

"Your diary is everywhere on the school's group" she explained. "Someone posted it in the group chat, and it's going viral."

I felt my world spin. My diary was like my private haven, a place where I could express my deepest thoughts and feelings. But now it was being exposed to the whole world. I felt violated, exposed. I wanted to scream, to run and hide. But I couldn't. I had to face this head on.

"What does it say?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

 "Never mind I'll check it myself" I said, shaking as I ended the call with Summer. Swapping to my school's group and I couldn't believe what I was reading.

My diary had been exposed to the whole school. And it was being used to shame and embarrass me. I felt violated, betrayed. And worst of all, I didn't know who had done this to me.

But as I thought about it, one person came to mind. Davis. He had acted so strange the night before, and now this. It had to be him. I clenched my fists, my anger and hurt boiling over. He was going to pay for this.