Teacher's Pet I

I never thought I would be looking forward to attending school but being on personal holiday had really taken a toll on me.

So much so that I was now excited to go to school.

Saint Simmons Collegiate Institute was arguably the worst place on earth.

Yes, it was a prestigious institute where affluential figures sent their kids to study before they were sent off to Ivey leagues, but to me, it was yet another daily reminder of just how much of a failure I was.

Not only was I held back a year for my poor grades, but I wasn't much of a social butterfly.

But that was besides the point. Today, I was excited and it all had to do with the fact that a certain handsome Italian man was taking me.

I spent a long time getting ready, making sure my full morning routine was complete. I prided myself on self care and my luxurious bathroom made it so much easier.

I never wasted time and expensive products on doing my makeup for school of all places, but today was an exception. A little bit of mascara, concealer and lip gloss went a long way, while I just let my hair fall in its naturally loose waves.

Luckily, I didn't need to spend time on my outfit, seeing as I wore a uniform - one that I had tailored to my liking. Finishing the look with a pair of Mary Jane's and white socks beneath, I smiled at my reflection. I looked nothing short of a perfect little angel.

Deception was so much fun.

Grabbing my tote bag, I exit my room and move towards the big black doors at the end of the hall, eager to greet the Italian Adonis.

I knock once, twice, then wait.

"Alejandro." I call and still get no response. Perhaps he was still asleep, I glance down at my watch, we still had 20 minutes before we had to leave so if I woke him now, we wouldn't be late.

And so with that in mind, I open the door and walk into the room.

Damn, my bedroom was nice but this?

This room was fit for a king. About twice the size of mine, Alejandro's room was filled with dark colors ranging from dark browns, blacks to various shades of grey.

His bed - which looked fit for a whole football team was endless and sat on one end of the massive room while the other end was adorned with a grand fireplace, wet bar and seating area. Two royal looking wingback chairs occupied the sitting area along with a couch.

I took my time sweeping the area before making my way over to his perfectly made bed and slumping down on it. I can hear the shower running from behind one of the numerous doors, so I simply flop down onto my stomach and wait.

I preoccupied myself with my phone, kicking my feet up behind me and looking through my notification. Giggling and smiling at all the thirsty messages from men.

I never entertained them but I guess I loved the attention and craved the validation.

It was only when the sound of cursing and screaming in Italian sounded that I stopped and looked up, my jaw falling to the floor at the sight before me.

Never had I ever seen a man so perfectly built. Like Adonis himself, with rippling muscles across his back, shoulders and arms that flexed as Alejandro turned and spoke into the phone.

I tried to ignore the foul language, but his voice boomed angry insults in Italian at the man on the other end for his inability to do his job right, and I think I even heard him threaten to chop off a limb.

But I brushed it off, becasue here before me through the ajar door stood Alejandro in what appeared to be a large bathroom at the vanity, shaving his face in nothing but a towel wrapped around his hips.

Heat pooled low in my stomach and I couldn't look away from the perfect man. His hair was wet and clung to his forehead and from my position I could make out his reflection in the mirror and even with his face set in a scowl and jaw clenched he was damn fine.

The nasty and terrifying threats spilling from his lips were long forgotten along with the fear of his intimidation as it was replaced with pure carnal desire.

Never had I been so enraptured by a sight let alone one of a man. But the sight of Alejandro's strong lean body and the way the muscles in his biceps flexed as he held the phone to his ear, had my breath catching.

And then he shifted slightly allowing me to see the reflection of his front in the mirror. It felt so wrong to peek but I couldn't look away.

All the way from the ridges of muscle on his strong arms with veins running down them, to his torso where a tattoo lay with a set of prominent abs, was starring right back at me.

I couldn't tell if it was a six or an eight pack but whatever it was, I didn't worry too much about it becasue my attention naturally drifted down south to the most prominent part of him.

A faint trail of hair was positioned in the centre of the strong ridges of his V line, I followed the path of the trail until it disappeared under the fabric of the white towel loosely wrapped around his hips.

I couldn't look away. I tried to pry my eyes away and stop the inappropriate thoughts about just how much his natural bulge stuck out beneath the towel, but I couldn't.

This man was packing.

He was so consumed in his conversation that when he turned to showcase the tan skin on his muscular back, I could make out scratches that looked to be claw marks.

Claw marks that looked relatively fresh and I highly doubted they were from him.

An instant pool of jealously swam through me and I wanted to throw my phone across the room and storm out, but I knew that it was ridiculous for I had only met this man yesterday.

Of course someone as powerful and attractive as Alejandro would have women throwing themselves at him.

But then my jealously was soon replaced with content as I remembered what Ethan had told me.

Alejandro was cold, rude and emotionless. He may have fucked women but did he smile at them? Call them Princess? Or make sure they felt safe?

No.

I then understood, unlike the women he fucks and dumps I had a better advantage. A much more powerful one if I played my cards right.

And so with a smile on my face I turned away from the ajar door to give him his privacy, and began plotting on how I was going to get what I wanted.