Ryan didn't come back to my apartment that day. He didn't text, nor call either. Well, I half expected it, seeing as his mind was all truly made up. He was leaving for New York for good, without me.I couldn't sleep, nor did I have an appetite to eat anything. I just sat, moping into the distance, a million thoughts racing through my head. Where I'd go from here, if what I'd done was right, if Ryan missed me, if I'd never see him again...so many things. My chest lurched painfully whenever I thought back to the last time he held me in his arms, and that seem to trigger the tears to keep coming. God, I was so stupid. Really, really stupid.I'd reduced him to nothing. I'd overreacted and allowed Principal Churchill to truly emerge victorious. Now, as I recalled back our moments together, I realized I hadn't been a good lover, nor would I make a great boyfriend in the future either. I always wanted things to go my own way. I'd always disobeyed his instructions, despite the fact that he wa
“You're back so soon.”“I don't understand,” Ryan pushes me down on the bed in one effortless movement and attacked my lips. “I thought you wanted me to always return even earlier.”“Yes but still.” I giggle against his hot mouth. “I didn't expect you to take my words for it.”“What can I say? You're my undoing.” He breathes into my neck while his hands work my shorts off, causing my cock to spring out free, head smeared with precum. “God, I love your body.” Breathless giggles escape my lips and I arch my back while he trails hot kisses down my chest down to my navel then cock. I whimpered when he began sucking the tip, bobbing his head up and down to build up to deep-throating. God, the things this man does to me.“R-r-ryan...aster...” I moaned like a slut.He pulled back, mischief gleaming in his eyes, and the corner of his lips curled in an evil smirk. “What? What was that you said?”I rolled my eyes, my hard, needy cock making it difficult for me to negotiate with him further. “O
"I summoned you here, Mr. Cartwright because of the strings of complaints I received from the parents of the twelve graders about the mass failure recorded in the last Literature test. I trust your father must have told you all about our school's commendable reputation and how we treasure our grades more than anything else. Bless his heart, I'd like to know though if you're encountering any difficulties since the beginning of your temporary appointment here so I can...see where I can help out." Principal Churchill droned, lifting a perfectly manicured finger to stop her glasses from falling over the bridge of her stubby nose. I wrenched my attention from the office's monochromatic features and trophy case filled with awards the school had won to the fierce unsmiling lady watching me with a neutral gaze, her eyes narrowed. Shit. I hadn't been paying attention at all. "If you don't mind Ma'am, I was thinking – " "Mr. Cartwright." She interrupted me, drumming her fingers on the desk an
Fuck my life. Fuck today to Sunday and back. Fuck Principal Churchill’s boyfriend for being such a blind dunce. Choking my steering wheel and gasping in horror, I gripped the steering wheel tight, weighing the gravity of what I’d just done. Shit. Shit. SHIT! The hunk of a man sprawled in front of my jalopy, eyes closed and unmoving didn’t leave any room for doubt. I’d single-handedly sabotaged and ruined my last shot at a career prospect. Worse still, I’d become a murderer. Oh god. Ignoring my fight-or-flight adrenalin probing at me to hit the gas, assume an alias, flee to Mexico and change my name to Rico, I reluctantly got out of the car and trudged to the body still lying stiff on the floor. I knelt beside it, dipping my head to listen to his faint heartbeat. How was I ever going to pay for the funeral? Was there a chance he would live if I rushed him down to the hospital? Principal Churchill was going to kill me. Everyone couldn’t help but be up to date with Principal Church
“Where do you think you're going?” He growled, reaching out to grab me by the elbow and spinning me flush against his hot body, my boner hitting his. “We're not done here.”My eyes slipped down to his pink lips that looked unbelievably tempting right now, butterflies somersaulting and throwing a wild party in my stomach. The intense need rippling through me was crippling.Oh, God.I was hot and bothered by my top enemy number one's son. Only that Ryan wasn't only just Principal Churchill's spoilt bun. He was also a twisted angel sent to cut my short days in this school even shorter.There was gossip in the hallways of Royal Elite, a horrible incident confirmed by my father even, when I asked him. Ryan Churchill, while still a student in Royal Elite slept with a female teacher and got her pregnant. Mummy Dearest, blessed with a heart of stone threw her weight about and falsely accused the teacher of seducing Ryan and had her locked up for weeks, despite the latter's claim on his mistake
Here's all you needed to know about this sickening city known as Todos Santos: It's a glossy dot on a world map, but with an influence as big as the size of an elephant, hence it's home to most of the egoistical, wealthy, and entitled teenagers in the world with bank accounts larger than the whole of America. Backed by Principal Churchill's threat to have me fired, the students knew I couldn't fail them. Aside from losing this job, their parents had more than enough billions to strip me of my citizenship and banish me to Neptune where I'd freeze to death. These kids took advantage of the tight spot I was in, doing whatever crap they wanted in class, not much to my surprise though. I expected it.But two days after the incident with Principal Churchill and her darling son, things turned around for the better.I taught all six classes, and the first five of the day had the students so comported and attentive, I began to wonder if they'd been brainwashed or hypnotized to be that calm. Kno
Still tongue-tied and at a loss with the turn of events, Principal Churchill brooked no room for protests as she continued, her demeanor morphing from the soft-spoken lady of two seconds to her usually authoritative, demeaning persona. “This little tiff is not to leave the walls of this room under any circumstances. Do you understand, Mr Cartwright?” She thrusted the cheque at me, face taut with annoyance. “If you have any objections to all I've said, you can tell me. Or rather, tell us. You're too silent for Christssake. You're a man, not a dumb.” What in fuck's sake does the witch expect me to say? What does she want from me? Here she was, practically begging me to save her son's reputation and yet, she was still gutsy enough to force me to it by paying me off like I'm some goon who'd gotten his hands dirty for her. It was most ridiculous! Her hate for me was so stifling, it made me mad! Was it my fault, that, I wasn't born into a wealthy, well-to-do family? Was it my fault that we
Ryan suddenly became rigid, his stare potent enough to nip my neck in half as he crooned in a somewhat robotic voice. “Because,” he said slowly, his soft pink parting as he drank me in. “It's my wish to fuck a male teacher before I go play for NHL, and you Mr Samuel... you're the chosen one.” Stunned, surprised, confused, all but morphed into one dangerous feeling that clawed at my guts, pooled in between my quivering thighs and sparked in my glassy eyes. I was beyond mad. Scooting my chair backwards blindly, I loomed over him with a sneer that contrasted with the sheer delight in his eyes on how his revelation had riled me up so bad. It took all I had in me not to punch him on the face right there. “My deepest apologies, Sir Ryan.” I managed in the calmest tone I could muster yet I could tell he could hear the rage rippling underneath. “I haven't enough brain cells to understand exactly what you're driving at, but to the best of my knowledge it seemed you're looking for every opport
“You're back so soon.”“I don't understand,” Ryan pushes me down on the bed in one effortless movement and attacked my lips. “I thought you wanted me to always return even earlier.”“Yes but still.” I giggle against his hot mouth. “I didn't expect you to take my words for it.”“What can I say? You're my undoing.” He breathes into my neck while his hands work my shorts off, causing my cock to spring out free, head smeared with precum. “God, I love your body.” Breathless giggles escape my lips and I arch my back while he trails hot kisses down my chest down to my navel then cock. I whimpered when he began sucking the tip, bobbing his head up and down to build up to deep-throating. God, the things this man does to me.“R-r-ryan...aster...” I moaned like a slut.He pulled back, mischief gleaming in his eyes, and the corner of his lips curled in an evil smirk. “What? What was that you said?”I rolled my eyes, my hard, needy cock making it difficult for me to negotiate with him further. “O
Ryan didn't come back to my apartment that day. He didn't text, nor call either. Well, I half expected it, seeing as his mind was all truly made up. He was leaving for New York for good, without me.I couldn't sleep, nor did I have an appetite to eat anything. I just sat, moping into the distance, a million thoughts racing through my head. Where I'd go from here, if what I'd done was right, if Ryan missed me, if I'd never see him again...so many things. My chest lurched painfully whenever I thought back to the last time he held me in his arms, and that seem to trigger the tears to keep coming. God, I was so stupid. Really, really stupid.I'd reduced him to nothing. I'd overreacted and allowed Principal Churchill to truly emerge victorious. Now, as I recalled back our moments together, I realized I hadn't been a good lover, nor would I make a great boyfriend in the future either. I always wanted things to go my own way. I'd always disobeyed his instructions, despite the fact that he wa
“Fucking hell,” Ryan muttered, his arm extended above my shoulder, propped on the wall I was leaning on. He ran his other hand through his hair, frustrated. I nodded, rounding off my take on what'd just transpired between me and Mummy Dearest in her office. My breaths were unsteady, I couldn't get her threats out of my head because I very well knew what she was capable of. Ryan had to act fast. He couldn't give in to his anger at this crucial time, and he knew it. Rubbing his face and shaking his head, his gaze moved between me and the school building. We were in my car, behind the biology lab, close to the student parking lot.“But what the fuck, man. I told you not to follow me. that you could get dragged into this whole shit.”“Look, I was worried okay? Besides, you didn't give me cogent reasons why you needed to leave minutes after midnight. That sparked my curiosity and I had to follow you. After all, you know practically everything about me. Where I live, what I ate for breakfa
“Mr. Sam, I need you to come down to my office in the next five minutes. It's urgent.” Principal Churchill's voice was curt and clipped at the other end of the line. Almost like she was thunder about to crack.My brows shot up as I swung my legs off the sofa to the floor, pushing the bowl of ice-cream I had on my lap on the center table. “Wait you're serious? I don't work for you anymore.”“This isn't about working for me, I need you to get the hell down here as fast as possible. You've got a lot on your plate to explain.”As soon as she'd said that it dawned on me. That the reason for this urgency could be connected largely to the fact that I witnessed her son commit a serious crime last week, and did nothing about it. She was going to serve up a whole shit-storm on me the minute I stepped into that office and I'd be dumb if I allowed her treat me like dirt even after I was no longer working for her. I'd already applied for jobs in New York and had interviews piled up next month.I t
There was no way my cranky, old jalopy wouldn't be spotted across the road overlooking the dirtied, almost hidden path that led to the lake, so I parked it at the back of a deserted gas station on Devil's Hyde Street, near the water and bolted into some thick beanstalk through which I had a good view of Ryan jogging towards some shadows discussing in low tones on the lake's bank. I couldn't make out Lordee's features at the hem of the gang's circle, the swirl of smoke pouring out his nostrils and ascending slowly upwards till it disappeared.The tough beanstalk was the only closest place I could hide, observe and hear every little detail they were saying. It was so conspicuous and thick that even if I made a sound, the boys would dismiss the noise as a rabbit hopping off somewhere. But I stayed quiet, internally justifying my spying on him.He's my boyfriend after all. And he left me in the middle of our amazing sex with no reasonable explanation whatsoever. I deserve some answers. I
A few more days tickled by. My relationship with Ryan became alarmingly intimate and too promising to bother if we'd be caught. But we still took precautionary measures, even though it was difficult, seeing as we couldn't keep our hands off each other. He moved most of his personnel stuff to my place since he spent most of his time there and slept over ninety-nine point nine percent with me in my bed. I could not tell him no after he'd professed his love for me and promised to be beside me if shit went down. And damn right I felt right, cause while we carried on enjoying full mind-blowing sex, pizza and ice-cream dates, movie nights, and what the near future held for us both, we certainly weren't being discreet enough — and the hypocritical, surprisingly observant locals of Nowhere, Todos Santos were beginning to raise their brows.Lordee caught us pants down, blowing each other off while hidden behind Ryan's vehicle in school after dismissal a Monday ago(We hadn't expected him to lur
"You need to get back to football,” Ryan said amidst sloppy kisses, his fingers untangling the elastic rope holding my shorts together on my waist. I moaned as he cupped my arse cheeks, squeezing hard. “Oh fuck.” I muttered, tightening my arms around his neck and grinding down on his groin.“You're all fine now,” he pulled away, leaning back with his arms at the back of his head and staring up at me in childlike adoration. I huffed at the loss of contact, holding back a sniffle. “I'm twenty-three, Ryan. Even if I manage to get in, the chances are slim by the way, I'll be retiring in less than three years. I'm old.”He chuckled, pecking my lips. “Don't say that. You're far from old. Well, seeing as you've made up your mind, I'd suggest you settled for something outside football. What other passion have you got?”“Hmm,” I gazed up at the ceiling thoughtfully. “Lately, I've been thinking of going into writing...you know, smut?”He quirked up a brow, holding back a laugh. “You wanna be
“Let's play Truth or Dare,” I suggested after what was bound to be my fifth beer bottle for the night. The world seemed to tilt as I sat up and leaned back in my drunken state. God, I was so fucked, and horny. “Okay,” Ryan agreed almost immediately as if he'd been contemplating a suitable distraction from the shitty 80's movie we'd been watching. He leaned over and switched off the TV, rubbing his thighs. “Whoah, you seem drunk. I'd suggest you head up to bed instead.” “No.” I belched, brain fuzzy. “I-I'm completely fine. Let's just get on with the damn game. You ready to milk my secrets out of me?” He chuckled, leaning back and giving me room to crawl up onto his thighs. I purred as I rested my head against his chest, while he pulled his arms around me, drawing me even closer. “How did we get this far, Ryan...” I mumbled out of nowhere, small dots appearing in the line of my vision. “How did we end up like this?” “The answer to that, Sir Sam is simple. I blackmailed you to it.” I
A couple more days passed before I finally admitted to myself that yes, indeed, Ryan Churchill had claimed not just my body but stolen my heart as well. Ironically, it was the day I was stepping down as substitute teacher since my Dad was stronger now. And it was also the day that I moved from home. Not wanting to sit around any longer and bear the scathing scrutiny of the Todos Santos locals, I'd found a small place in a beach town just on the outskirts of Todos Santos. Since I no longer taught, I had a lot of time to pack up my things. However, I couldn't miss the smile that crept up Witch Principal Churchill when I turned in my resignation note. She didn't even fake her dislike for me and happiness at seeing me leave in front of my father. But I couldn't care less. I knew she saw me as a threat to Ryan's bright future ever since he lied to her about running me over. Well, guess what, I didn't want to see her horrible face any more than she wanted to see mine. Since I didn't want t