Which do you prefer, gentle Lucas or domineering Carlo? Leave a comment and let me know!
That evening, Lyla went to the movies with Lucas, as planned, but she couldn’t recall much about the film. Her mind was consumed by thoughts of Carlo’s sudden reappearance, leaving her restless throughout the night.She found it impossible not to wonder where Carlo had been for the past three years. Yet, another part of her knew she should let go of this dangerous man once and for all. The dim light of the cinema blurred her thoughts, and by the time they left, her mind was still in a haze.“What’s wrong?” Lucas noticed her distracted demeanor, gently taking her cold hand in his.Lyla didn’t pull away like she usually did. She forced a smile and shook her head. “Nothing, I’ve just been tired these days.”“Is it because of the assistant professor application?” Lucas asked. “Don’t worry, you’re incredibly qualified. Your application is solid. It’s just a matter of waiting for the committee to approve.”“Yeah,” Lyla nodded absentmindedly.“I’ll drive you home,” Lucas smiled, guiding her
“Are you stalking me?” Lyla demanded angrily.“I’m too busy for that,” Carlo shrugged dismissively. “I’ve been waiting here the whole day.”“Waiting for me?” Lyla scoffed, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “I’ve moved on. I don’t need anyone waiting for me.” She emphasized the phrase " waiting for me". With those words, full of hidden meaning, she turned and started walking away without looking back.“If that kiss had made you happy, I would’ve left without a word and never bothered you again,” Carlo’s voice echoed behind her.Lyla’s steps faltered. She turned around to find Carlo leaning against his car, holding a tissue. Even under the dim streetlights, his serious expression was clear—gone was the playful nonchalance he usually wore.After a moment’s hesitation, Lyla walked back toward him. She forced a smile, trying to appear unfazed as she took the tissue from his hand and wiped the remaining tears from her eyes.“I was happy,” she said with a hollow laugh. “He asked me to be his g
Lyla was so stunned that she could barely think.She remained silent, watching as Carlo followed her into the apartment building, stepped into the same elevator, and exited on the same floor, walking straight to the room across from hers.That room, until today, had belonged to a senior student majoring in physics."It did cost me some money," Carlo said casually, inserting a key into the door. "But college students are easy to deal with.""Is that so?" Lyla shot him a withering glance as she pulled her own key from her bag.But Carlo was struggling with his key. It got stuck in the lock, and no matter how hard he twisted, it wouldn't budge. In frustration, he twisted harder—until the key snapped in half.“Damn it!” He cursed, throwing the broken key to the floor.Now it was Lyla's turn to smirk triumphantly. She unlocked her door but didn’t go inside just yet. This was the moment she'd been waiting for. With a smug look, she said, "I guess that easy-going student didn’t tell you the
Outside, the black Mercedes was parked right where Lyla had noticed it earlier when she sat down. Compared to the sleek silver Aston Martin, this car seemed far more discreet—so low-key that when she first saw it last night, she never would have connected it to the flamboyant, arrogant Carlo.“That car?” Carlo’s eyes remained fixed on the spinning washing machine drum as he shrugged casually. “It burned.”“You’re talking nonsense again!” Lyla muttered under her breath, flipping the pages of her book with exaggerated force.Carlo didn’t respond. His eyes were still on the rotating drum, but the mechanical hum of the machine seemed to morph in his mind into the crackling sound of flames and the thunderous roar of an explosion.In his memory, the scene from that night replayed vividly. When he received that message behind the curtain, he had rushed home to gather his belongings. In his haste, he didn’t bother parking in the underground garage but left the car right outside his luxury apa
Carlo wasn’t lying.When Lyla arrived at the university and checked the student system, she received a notification confirming Carlo’s enrollment in the graduate program. She knew there was no escaping him now.In the first class that morning, Lyla spotted Carlo the moment she stepped into the lecture hall. He was dressed in a gray hoodie, loose sweatpants, and sneakers, his usual clean-shaven look making him appear several years younger, blending in effortlessly with the other students around him.A few stylish girls were gathered around him, chatting and laughing. When Lyla entered, Carlo raised a hand to wave at her. "Hi, Professor Sinclair, I was just telling them about your impressive research in BDSM psychology. Do you think we could be lucky enough to learn some of that here?"The girls around him either looked intrigued or slightly flustered, with a few retreating back to their seats, blushing.Lyla felt her face flush slightly. Ever since that scandal three years ago, she ha
Carlo certainly wasn’t willing to back down. He followed Lyla all the way to her office. It was lunchtime, and the entire floor was almost empty. Just as they reached her office, they ran into Dr. Riffe.Dr. Riffe was one of the committee members evaluating Lyla's application for the assistant professor position. Although he was the least experienced member, he was also the hardest to please.Lyla had already gained the approval of the other four committee members, thanks to her outstanding research and teaching performance. She thought her application was secure, but Dr. Riffe kept nitpicking and repeatedly asking for additional documentation, leaving her exhausted.Today was the day the committee was supposed to give their final decision, and Lyla knew she couldn't afford to upset him. Sighing, she tugged on Carlo's sleeve and whispered in a pleading voice, "This man, Dr. Riffe, is really important to me. Please, I beg you, don't cause any trouble."Carlo stuffed his hands into his
"Ms. Sinclair!" Dr. Riffe roared, slamming his hands on the desk as he stood up, his voice trembling with both anger and fear. "You have no proof. This is slander! I will ruin you! Not just here, but in the entire academic world!"Despite his loud voice, the quiver in his tone betrayed his insecurity. Lyla wasn’t intimidated. She smirked, taking two steps back. "How do you know I don't have evidence? Let's wait and see." With those words, she turned to leave.Dr. Riffe panicked. He rushed out from behind his desk, shouting, "Lyla, don’t think I don’t know about your past. I did your background check. You think I don’t know why you quit your PhD?"Lyla froze in her tracks. Hearing him mention her past, memories came flooding back like daggers stabbing her from behind. She clenched her fists, paralyzed in place.Sensing her weakness, Dr. Riffe's voice turned smug. "Got you, didn’t I? Lyla Sinclair, rumors about you engaging in inappropriate sexual relations with a subject to get your exp
After Dr. Riffe stormed out, the office was plunged into an eerie silence, broken only by Lyla's quickened breaths as fear and tension consumed her. She looked at Carlo, who was still staring coldly at the door, his expression darker and more menacing than it had been three years ago when he'd faced Jessica. That chilling, unfamiliar look unsettled her deeply.Moments later, a soft "drip" echoed in the room. A drop of blood fell from Carlo’s hand, hitting the floor with a quiet splash. Lyla followed his gaze and saw his hand, the same one that had punched the wall, now bleeding. A deep cut stretched across his knuckles, the edge of the wall having sliced into his skin, and blood slowly seeped from the wound.Lyla sighed softly. She walked over and gently took his hand, examining it. "Come to my office," she said. "I'll find some bandages."Unexpectedly, Carlo yanked his hand away. “What happened three years ago?” His eyes were cold and sharp as he demanded, "What scandal was he talkin