Chapter 7

Liyana studied a bit late on campus one day. She was preparing for her forthcoming semester exams. As she was rushing out of the library to go home, Mr Smith was coming along. She halted. She looked around her and discovered she was the only one along the hallway with evil Mr Smith. As he noticed her, he grinned wickedly. Liyana decided to act boldly by pretending not to see him and walking past. As they were near to each other, he grabbed her wrist roughly and pushed her back against the wall.

“Ow!” Liyana exclaimed in pain. Her heart banged heavily against her ribcage.

“You think you can escape from me?” Mr Smith groaned, his hoarse voice slammed against Liyana’s skin, sending a warning shiver down her spine.

“Let me go!” she struggled with him. He pinned her hands to the wall, standing a breath away and gazing at her.

“You still haven’t made up for your failed test and now exams are on the way, how will you cope?” he mocked and grinned.

“I never failed your test, Mr Smith and I won’t fail your exams either,” she boldly stated, glaring back into his eyes.

“Hmm. Who is going to judge that, huh? Are you going to score yourself?”

“You are a monster, get the hell off me,” Liyana groaned, trying hard to free her hands from the clutch of Mr Smith.

“Stubborn, I see,” Mr Smith chuckled. “Let’s do this then?” he smiled lustfully. He stared deeply into her eyes. He pressed his body against hers, his eyes traced her eyes to her lips. He leaned in his head and tried stealing a kiss, but Liyana threw her head to the side.

“Help!” she screamed, fighting for her freedom as tears continually trickled down her cheeks.

“Let her go, bastard!” Ayaan groaned, storming into the scene. He tugged at Mr Smith’s shirt and pulled him away from Liyana. Mr Smith staggered back and Ayaan punched him straight in the face. His nose bled. Liyana hid behind Ayaan.

“Who the hell are you?” Mr Smith commented, touching his nose and seeing his own blood.

“If you dare try to touch her next time, you won’t recognize yourself. Do you understand?” Ayaan warned and pushed Mr Smith back to the wall.

“You…you dare raise a hand on me?” Mr Smith rasped, pointing a finger at them. “Consider her a failed student! Nonsense, arrant nonsense!” Mr Smith lamented, going away. Ayaan continued glaring at Mr Smith till he was out of sight. He turned to Liyana. She was shivering even under the heat. Her tears were unstoppable. Her heart continued hammering against her chest. Ayaan cupped her face in his arms.

“Are you hurt, Liya?”

“Uh…uh, my head hurts!” she gasped. Ayaan hugged her.

“Calm down. Just calm down, okay?” he placated, stroking her hair. She held him tight with her breathing still as fast as that of an athlete who just finished a 560km race. “He can do nothing, okay? You will be fine, I promise.”

“I can’t fail, Ayaan,” she cried, disengaging the hug. “If I fail, my parents will be heartbroken. They have tried so much in paying my college fees. There is so much as to why I shouldn’t fail,” she closed her eyes with a sigh and opened them again. “I think I should give in to Mr Smith,” she stated in tears.

“Never!” Ayaan declared. He held her face and made her look into his eyes. “I won’t ever let you do that. Come on, it’s your dignity we are talking about here. Don’t just give up, please.”

“What should I do? Should I fail and let my parents down?”

Ayaan was silent for a while. “You won’t fail. I assure you that,” he guaranteed confidently like he had the antidote to Mr Smith’s callous desires. “I want you to promise me something. Will you?” he asked. She nodded. “Promise me you won’t give in to Mr Smith’s request,” he stated, putting forth his palm for her to place her hand. She looked into his eyes, looked at his palm, and rolled her eyes. She looked down and nodded.

“I promise,” she accepted with a smile, covering her palm with his. He held her hand, fondling it with his thumb.

“That’s it, keep smiling and avoid Mr Smith like a catastrophe,” he said and they both smiled.

Faizan sat in a restaurant with a certain lady. They had two glasses of wine on the table.

“Can you do it?” Faizan asked.

“Come on, trust me on this, Faizan,” she spoke out firmly. “You are an old friend of mine, you know better what I can do. Zoe is on top of the game,” she assured with a small laugh and sipped her drink. At that moment, Ayaan came along. He exchanged salutations with Faizan and Zoe then took his seat.

“What do you care for?” Faizan asked.

“Nah, nothing, let’s get down to why we are here,” Ayaan said eagerly.

“She is the one I told you about,” Faizan said. Zoe had her eyes all over Ayaan while Ayaan listened to what his friend was saying. “She is Zoe McDonald, a Mexican. She’s a hot chick and can help us execute our plan,” Faizan introduced. Ayaan turned to Zoe.

“Nice to meet you, Zoe. Can you truly carry out the plan? It’s that delicate and risky and I don’t want hiccups,” Ayaan said straight forward.

“Don’t underestimate the power of seduction in me…except you want me to start displaying my wit right here. Huh?” she stated and winked at Ayaan with her eyes full of lustful stardust.

“Never mind,” Ayaan waved it off and looked at his friend instead. “I always trust Faizan’s judgment.”

“You got no prob, man, she’s a perfect choice,” Faizan assured.

“Whatever you say. Anyway, I got to go, see you,” Ayaan, bade, standing up.

“Alright, buddy, take care,” Faizan commented, shaking hands with him.

“Bye, handsome,” Zoe smiled. Ayaan left. “Your friend is so cute. Can I have him too?” Zoe swooned.

“Don’t mess around, Zoe, he is taken.”

“Is she more beautiful than me?”

“You can’t get him, change the topic,” Faizan declared, taking his drink off the table. Zoe smiled.

The following day, Mr Smith was in his office, going through some papers when a knock came at the door. He lifted his gaze to the door and permitted the visitor to come in with a rasping tone. The door knob turned and Zoe walked elegantly inside. She was looking all radiate. Her short brown wavy hair had a purple side tint. She was wearing a long sleeve crop top that stopped halfway through her model-like tummy. Her belly button was pieced with a piece of small, glittering jewelry. She wore a sparkling, golden stone-littered skirt that almost made her butt hang out. She took off her eyeglasses, staring across the office. Mr Smith swallowed hard, staring lustfully at the sexy figure in front of him. Before Mr Smith could utter a word, she took a seat opposite him, placing her purse on the desk. She adjusted her top, revealing more of her flawless bosom. Mr Smith adjusted on his seat, loosening his tie a bit.

“Ahem!” Mr Smith cleared his throat. “Uh, who are you, young lady, and how may I help you?” Mr Smith asked, trying to sound confident while deep down, he was losing his senses, thinking of all possible ways to get into her.

“My name is Becky Leonard,” Zoe introduced, looking back into Mr Smith’s eyes like she was manipulating him. “I’m one of your students, and I want us to have a deal,” she spoke firmly.

“Hmm! What kind of deal?” Mr Smith asked. “You claim to be my student and I don’t even know you.”

“Oh, please,” Zoe waved off her hand and stood up. She cat walked seductively to his side and sat down on the desk, crossing her legs and revealing her panties. Mr Smith swallowed hard again. He adjusted on his seat. He was already sweating while Zoe stared at him like a witch, controlling the senses of Mr Smith with her magical eyes.

“Who are you?” Mr Smith asked again. Though he was attracted to his students, none of them ever made him feel as tensed as this figure before him.

“I want us to have a straightforward deal, Mr Smith,” Zoe said, tracing her finger from Mr Smith’s temple down to his lips. She smiled. “I hardly attend classes,” she declared and took her finger off his lips. “That’s why I want you to help me.”

“O…okay…anything for a sexy lady,” Mr Smith accepted, smiling. “Let’s hear it.”

“Well, I’m a final year student, exams are around the corner, I don’t study, I hate to and I want to pass. I have settled with other lecturers and they promised to help me out. You are the only one remaining,” she spoke confidently. Mr Smith relaxed back on his seat, with a side lip chuckle.

“What do you want me to do?” he queried.

“I want us to do the scratch my back, I scratch your back process,” she declared. “I want you to pass me with A in your subject. I have in cash…” she said and paused. “…and in kind,” she declared, biting her lower lip while fondling her chest. Mr Smith was mute for a while, simply staring at her and trying to compose his arousal.