"He's just so hot. I can't concentrate when he talks to me," Lina whispers next to me.I roll my eyes. I really wish they’d stop talking about my brother. Mason had walked past us a few minutes ago, sternly telling us to be quiet while we waited for our next class. Or as everyone else knows him, Mr. Jackson. No one knows he’s my brother, except a few teachers and my best friend, Hannah—who also happened to have a secret crush on him. She is cured, thankfully. Mason teaches Business English and is in a loving relationship with my other best friend, Esme."You think so? He's got nothing on Mr. Adkins. I’d eat him for breakfast," Charlotte chimes in.Okay. I’d rather hear about my brother than Mr. Adkins. And speak of the devil—here he comes.Mr. Adkins, the teacher who hates me the most. I honestly have no idea why. Sure, I’m failing his class, and maybe I don’t cower under his death glare, but other than that, I’m clueless. Still, I can’t stand his voice, and I’m sure the feeling is mu
He ignores my comment and turns his attention back to the class. Without explaining the answer, he carries on as if nothing happened. Another hour passes, and I rest my head on my hand, barely holding myself up, eyes fixed on Mr. Adkins as he talks.He might be an asshole, but at least he's a good-looking one. I wouldn’t call him hot, like my classmates do—his awful personality drops his attractiveness by about 80%. But that remaining 20%... His dark brown hair, hazel eyes, and sharp features are reminiscent of Peter Badenhop and Sahib Faber.He’s always in a black business attire, hiding his build but not the fact that he’s athletic. His muscles flex whenever he writes, and the stubble on his jaw is always perfectly trimmed.The worst part? He knows he’s attractive. That just makes him more unbearable.When the bell rings, the whole class stays seated. They always do with him. He gives an order, and everyone follows.He turns to face us, scanning the room with a sharp gaze. Lina sits
"Take your time; only twenty people are waiting," someone snaps from behind me. I immediately pull away from Hannah’s arms. Even she seems surprised by the interruption from Mr. Adkins. But then I notice we are standing against the door, and everybody is actually waiting for us. "Sorry, sir," I mumble, avoiding his gaze. Trying to be nice to him is going to be harder than I thought. I quickly move to the back of the class and sit down, pulling out my phone before Mr. Adkins calls for silence. -Nora: Hey, Con. Can you help me with math? Exams are coming up, and I'm failing. My phone buzzes almost instantly. -Connor: I'm failing math too. I can help you though. -Connor: This weekend? Fuck sake. Of course. With a sigh, I open my textbook and actually attempt to pay attention. The first thirty minutes go okay, but soon enough, the numbers on the board start blending together. I peek at Hannah’s notes, noticing numbers that aren't even on the board. I frown, completely lost. It
"Wait, you will be tutoring me?" I ask, eyes widening. "Is that a problem?" he replies, walking back to his desk. I hesitate for a moment, trying to gather my thoughts. It absolutely fucking is. "Uhh... no, of course not. When are we starting?" I ask after a brief pause. "That keen, are we?" I hear the humor in his tone, his back still turned to me as he gathers his things. "Keen as a bean," I mutter sarcastically. I had hoped someone else would be tutoring me. He turns around and gives me a piercing look, his eyes flicking to my stuff. "Well, bean, hurry up. You've got a book to read." Right. I hurry to the back of the class, gathering my things in a rush. The book is too big to fit in my bag, so I hold it against my chest and walk toward him. He's already waiting by the door. "So... when do we start, exactly?" I ask again for clarification. "I told you. Once you've read the entire book," he says nonchalantly. "The book is, like, 500 pages. That'll take me ages. By the tim
We live in a semi-big house with a nice garden, plenty of space for just Mason and me. There are four bedrooms, so we always have room for guests. Ramon, Mason’s best friend, practically lives here, so one of those rooms is basically his. Esme, Mason’s girlfriend, is over a lot too, although she sleeps in Mason’s bed, along with the occasional... unfortunate noises. Esme recently graduated from law school and works at a small firm nearby. She's still in her party phase and makes sure I get to experience some semblance of a "student life." She even tags along to parties thrown by my friends, keeping my brother's teacher status under wraps like a pro.“A Porsche Cayenne,” Mason says, interrupting my thoughts. “But apparently, he’s got another car too.”"Ah, right," I reply with a bored tone.A dickhead car.Mason turns on The Office as we dig into dinner. We laugh at the show, and by dessert, he’s already in teacher mode. “I need to grade some papers. Want to help?”“What’s in it for me
On Thursday, I made it through another half of the math book. The numbers were starting to blur together, and after a while, I wasn’t even sure what I was reading anymore, but I pushed on. The sooner I finish, the sooner I can start tutoring. When Friday arrives, the day of our trip to Mr. Adkins' other workplace, I almost consider skipping it. Do I really want to endure more of his torture? "What if I just told him I died or something?" I sigh to Hannah during our break. "Yeah, that’ll work. He’ll totally buy it," she smirks as she gathers her stuff. I still can't shake the memory of his hand gripping my arm and tightening when I dropped his book. The book now has a permanent crease as a reminder. Sure, he saved me from falling, but only after causing the near-disaster in the first place. And yes, he stood way too close to me... but maybe that was because I refused to give his stuff back. "Girls! Hurry up, or we’ll be late!" Lina shouts, heading over with Charlotte. I let out a
"I'm Richard, by the way," he says as he leads me into an office in the corner. "What's your name?" he asks, turning to me."Norali," I reply softly. He opens the door, and I'm immediately drawn to the wall filled with photos."Beautiful," I hear him murmur. The first few are typical group shots, people posing for the camera. As I walk past them, my eyes scanning for a particular person, I freeze. My eyes snap to him in the next picture. He's off to the side, holding a drink, surrounded by three women. He's not smiling, but they are. I've never seen him smile. "That was last month," Richard says. I move to the next photo. There he is again, more disheveled this time, his blazer gone, the top buttons of his shirt open. He looks much more drunk. A woman with black hair is laughing next to him, her hand resting on his knee. He’s not looking at the camera but off to the side, his grip tight on the back of a couch. What was he looking at? "You know... you're literally one of the most
With a caramel macchiato in hand, I feel instantly better. The rich scent of coffee and caramel soothes me as I step out of the car, greeted by Connor’s smiling face, who's leaning against his own car elegantly. "Hey, Nora," he says with a nod, his eyes roaming over me. "You’re looking fucking hot today, jeez." His compliment makes my cheeks warm. Before I can respond, Ryker's voice booms across the parking lot. "Still up for partying tonight?!" he yells, drawing attention from the students nearby, some of whom can’t help but glance at Connor. "Definitely," I laugh. We all walk into the school together, a big group of friends. As we near the teacher’s room, Connor and Ryker trail alongside us. Just then, Mr. Smith, one of the older teachers, spots us. He's struggling with a pile of boxes. "Perfect timing, guys. Can I borrow some muscle?" he asks. Connor and Ryker immediately dash forward, competing to carry the heaviest box. I give Mr. Smith a smile and accept a small box with o
Fuck. I'm hard as a fucking rock. Never in my life have I been this turned on. Not even when I was 19, Norali’s age, and fucked like a rabbit, had I never been this hard. But now? Now I feel a drop of precum leaking out as I glance over at Norali standing in the corner behind the door—so sweet, so innocent. Her bare legs, the subtle curve of her breasts peeking out from her dress, and those flushed pink cheeks. The memory of her breathy moans still echoes in my mind. Sunday. That’s all I can think about. A little slice of heaven. Her scent lingers on me, and my finger is still coated in her. It takes all my self-control not to smell it. Fucking heaven. That's what she is. When the entire class walks in, and nobody notices Norali, she appears from behind the door and strolls in as if she has always been there. She shuts the door and doesn’t spare me a single glance. Instead, she heads straight to the back, taking a seat at the empty table next to Hannah. I remain seated behind my
“I want an A in math,” I say, my tone firm and unapologetic. If I’m going to be his plaything, I might as well get something out of it. Jace’s eyes snap to mine, narrowing. “You? An A in math? That’s impossible.” “The moment I get that A is the moment I'll become your sugar baby,” I retort. I shrug off my coat, letting it fall onto the table behind me. I catch Jace swallowing hard. “Did you dress up like this for me?” he asks, his voice lower, but I can hear the tension. Gotcha. “No... Why? Do you like it? Does it distract you?” I ask with a sweet tone. I slowly rise from my position. “No, of course not,” Jace replies quickly, but the way his eyes flicker tells a different story. He IS distracted. The male brain. Ever so fun. I move in until I’m nearly within arm’s reach. “Oh, I think it does,” I purr. “See, I think you like what I’m wearing. But I think you’ll like what I’m wearing underneath even more.” I place my hands on the armrests of his chair, leaning in slightly, an
So when Wednesday rolls around and I’m dressed in my favorite high heels and a short, wavy dress under my long cream-colored coat, I feel nothing but confidence. Some of it is definitely faked, but I firmly believe in “fake it till you make it.” The first few lessons drag on. I have Jace last, and I’m extremely thankful for it. That gives me a break before I face him, and I’ll definitely use that time wisely. My hair is styled in soft curls, I’ve shaved, and my favorite perfume lingers in the air around me. The new high heels I treated myself to are the cherry on top. When Hannah saw me this morning, she rolled her eyes and immediately took on the role of protective friend, especially when it came to Connor. “Do you need more than 15 minutes?” she teases when our last lesson ends. I give her a playful shove and grin as she eyes my outfit. "I just want to see how he reacts, Han. I’m not going to sleep with him," I say with a sigh. Just giving a taste of his own medicine. “Yeah,
By the time we get up, Jace is already gone. Mason yells at us several times to hurry up, his voice unusually excited. Hannah and I share a glance, confused, and then I spot the Aston Martin car key on the dining table. "What's this?" I ask, picking up the key. Jace left his car here? "Yeah," Mason replies, his attention still on the key. "He said we could take the Aston Martin to school today. He had to go to the office before work, so he took his Porsche instead. Apparently, it's better suited for the office or something." He takes another bite of toast, still not looking up. Hannah and I exchange another glance. I feel a wave of unease wash over me. "I don’t feel good," I say quietly. Mason finally looks up, concerned. "You don’t?" Shaking my head, I trace the wood grain of the table with my finger, avoiding his eyes. "I think it's from the cold water yesterday... Or maybe I ate something that didn’t agree with me." Mason watches me for a moment, then shrugs. "Alright, stay
And then we hear the creak of the stairs. Panic shoots through me, and I instinctively push against Jace’s chest. “No,” he growls, stopping me. “We’re not stopping.” Someone knocks on the door, making me jump. Jace's hand leaves my neck, and he quickly covers my mouth as his fingers stretch inside me, making me groan against his palm. “I’m busy! Just a few minutes!” Jace yells toward the door. My hand remains flat against his chest, and I can’t help but marvel at how warm and smooth his skin feels. Another wave of pleasure hits me, and Jace looks down at me with a knowing smirk. “Alright!” Mason shouts from the other side. Oh no. I’m going to— “Yes,” Jace says, almost proudly. I become nothing. If I could scream, I would, but Jace’s hand muffles any sound. My hand slides up his chest, nails digging into his shoulder as I cling to him, lost in the sensation. My eyes close as I put my head back against the cool glass door. My body hums with pleasure, muscles between my legs tigh
“Well, it was a bit more than just one kiss, wasn’t it, Nora?” Ramon says out loud. I quickly snatch his hand off my knee and lean in closer. “I’m not kissing you, Ramon. I don’t know how much wine you’ve had, but you’re getting on my nerves. And I can’t believe you just spilled our secret,” I snap, glaring at him. Ramon's face breaks for a second. Guilt flashes over his face, and his eyes lift to Esme uncertainly. "I'm not going to tell anyone," Esme swears, raising her hands in defense. Rolling my eyes, I jump up from the couch, remembering to grab the black underwear and clench it tightly in my hand. Hannah is already in bed, scrolling on her phone with tired eyes. "Ramon told Esme that we kissed!" I whisper-shout, yanking off my dress in frustration. Hannah looks up at me, then her eyes drop lower, widening in realization. “You weren’t joking. He really did steal your underwear,” she says. I glance down at myself before holding up my hand in victory. "Stole it back. Well, I d
"In the bathtub?" Jace asks, grabbing my waist and trying to pull me closer. But since I’m lying the other way, he can’t manage it without waking Hannah. I can feel his frustration. "Yes," I say, pinching the underwear a little higher, teasing. "Well..." I swallow, hesitating. "I might have been... touching myself when I sent you that picture," I whisper, my cheeks heating up. I'm not exactly lying. I did try to touch myself, but it didn’t really work. It wasn’t much fun. Still, I did think about him. And I need my underwear back, ASAP. And I do often think about having sex in a bathtub or hot tub—it’s kind of hot. Jace groans, dropping his head lower. "Fuck. I’m going to give you the biggest bathtub you’ve ever seen." His hand slides up to my shoulder, slipping his fingers under the strap of my dress. I quickly grab my underwear, balling it up in my fist. "Will you join me? Will you teach me?" I ask, feigning innocence while hiding the underwear under my legs. The focus in me
I lean back against the couch, catching the musky scent of Jace’s cologne. The movie drones on, but I’m barely paying attention. Esme and Mason are cuddled together, with Esme half-hidden under the blanket, her eyes wide with fear as she stares at the screen. Hannah, ever the mischief-maker, is munching on popcorn and occasionally tossing pieces at Ramon’s head. Jace shifts closer, holding his phone, and whispers, "Can I sleep here?" "You can sleep in the guest room," I whisper back, my eyes on the screen. Somebody onscreen is walking through a dark forest, explaining something I’m not really following. "You’ve got a double bed," Jace murmurs, leaning even closer. My muscles tense. I glance quickly at Hannah, but she’s still focused on the movie and her popcorn, oblivious to our exchange. "I do," I answer cautiously. "Hmm." He says nothing more, though I can sense his thoughts swirling. Ten minutes pass. The film, now talking about spirits haunting a house, doesn’t hold my at
I hear the boys’ footsteps before they appear, and then Ramon plops down beside me. "Darling," he whispers in my ear."Don’t annoy me, Ramon," I reply, already feeling the fatigue of his presence. Jace's face remains set on thunder as he looks from Ramon to me and sits down next to Ramon with his wine in his hand. Ramon has already poured a new one. I share two seconds of eye contact with Jace before I drop back against the couch. Mason puts on a movie, and of course, it has to be a horror movie. He throws blankets at us, and I snuggle in with Hannah. Ramon tries to get in, but Hannah harshly kicks him away and then settles back with rosy cheeks. She winks at me, her smile mischievous. She's definitely planning something. The movie begins, but my attention is elsewhere. Hannah leans in, lifting the blanket over our heads, her grin widening."If you get any perks from sleeping with the teacher, think of me, okay?" she whispers."Hannah!" I whisper-shout, kicking her leg under the bla