The next morning, Kyle woke up to the most mouth watering aroma and the small sound of shuffling foot steps and clattering pots and pans. Immediately he picked up his gun and stealthily walked out of his room, ready to attack. But when he entered the kitchen, he found Serra who was working on breakfast. He almost forgot that she came with him last night. He paused when he heard her humming some tune. He quickly hid his gun before she could see. Her voice is soft and smooth. He noticed that she was not wearing her ugly glasses. They cover half her face and make her look older than her age.
"What's your name?" he asked while leaning against the kitchen wall. 'Brother really found someone who look so innocent to keep me occupied and out of his way. I need to tell him that I have seen past his plot' he thought to himself. His voice startled her and she dropped the spatula she was holding. He looked amused by her reaction. She turned to look at him with wide eyes, before she lowered her gaze. She never saw a man with so little clothes before. Not even her almost husband Robert Jenkins. He was just wearing his sleep shorts. His muscular eight pack abs are on display. "I am Serra" she replied before she picked up the spatula again. Her cheeks turned pink just by looking at him. He liked how cute he was finding her, which is strange. The urge to taint her started to overwhelm him. He wanted to see for how long she is willing to play this game of innocence, if she is faking it. So deliberately he walked closer to her, so that the side of her elbow is touching his abdomen. She immediately retreated her hand and slowly took a step to the side in an attempt to move away from him. But he erased the distance easily, pretending as if he is reaching for the coffee machine. That trapped her between him and the kitchen cabinet. Her back is facing him, while she stands there stiffly like a board. "What are you cooking?" he asked casually and added some coffee beans to the coffee machine before turning it on. He didn't move though. And she is trying to create as much space between them as possible, which is not much. When she is this close, her soft Lilac fragrance overwhelmed his senses, he leaned over her shoulder and took a deep breath of her fragrance. "I..I...I am making scrambled eggs and french toast" she stuttered a little while replying. Her voice made him snap back to his senses. He noticed what he was doing and immediately retreated. "Relax, am I that scary?" he teased her. He knows he is scary, but he is yet to do anything to scare her. He took a step back, much to her relief. He is not planning to scare her. He wanted to find out what her brother sent her to do. She immediately shook her head to say 'No'. "Good, then go and get dressed. You are a freshman in Chicago University, right?" he inquired. He gathered that by their conversation from last night. He wanted to find out as much information about her as he could, and fast. She didn't turn around, but nodded her head again. For whatever reason, he didn't like that she is scared of him. So he turned her around, so that she was facing him. But eyes down cast. "Look at me Serra" he demanded. He looks charming and playful, but when he wants something to be done, his voice takes a dangerous edge, which is not easy to ignore. Immediately her eyes met his. He likes her eyes, so captivating and innocent all at the same time. "Use words Princess, or is there a problem with your neck?" he pretended to inspect her long slender neck which is gradually turning red with shyness. She is so fair, so even the slightest change on her skin is easily noticable. Serra is feeling shy and out of sorts. This is the first time a man as handsome as her host is standing so close to her. Back in high school, no one bothered to notice her, let alone talk to her. "No, my neck is fine" she replied softly. He chuckled at her reaction. It's been a while that he found anyone so amusing. And never in his entire life did he saw a woman who looked as innocent as this one. But he is sure she is pretending to be innocent and his brother might have sent her. When she spoke, he noticed that her teeth are fine and she doesn't need those braces. She is intentionally making herself look ugly, which puzzled him. Women these days go out of their way to look beautiful, but she is so beautiful but making herself look scary. "Why are you wearing those braces? Your teeth look fine" he mused loudly. He also noticed that she doesn't need her glasses to see either. She blinked her long curly lashes twice. These braces were there before her mother left her, and her father insisted that she should wear glasses too. She never thought about removing them. "I don't know" she replied honestly. He looked at her with intrest. "I see" he murmured mostly to himself. He decided to investigate who she is and where his brother found her from. If she is game, then he doesn't mind taking her to bed. She is flustered in his presence. "Breakfast is ready" she blurted out, unable to come up with anything better. He chuckled darkly. Capture his attention with whichever means is very dangerous to the person who has it. This girl has his attention now. "Good to know. I am Kyle by the way. I am your senior. I will drop you in the campus. Go and get dressed after you are done here" he instructed before he left. She took a much needed breath after he left. And the air around her now smells like him. Just like he promised, he gave her a room last night when he brought her to his home. His home is big with three bedrooms and a huge living room and a gym room, laundry room and a back yard with a pool. The room she was given was bigger than her home in her town where she used to live with her father. A very big and comfortable bed was laid in the middle. A small study table with a chair and a lamp were placed to one side, along with a huge closet which she doesn't need. She only have a handful of clothes, and that big wardrobe is not nessasary for her. But out of all the things, she loved the bathroom. It's big and it has hot water whenever she needs them. She doesn't have to do bath with cold water anymore. Cold water bath's in the winter feels like a different kind of hell. After she plated their breakfast and cleaned up the kitchen, she quickly got changed into another pair of ill fitting clothes which belongs to her mother. Her father never bothered to buy her anything, so she had to earn for herself and adjust with things which she couldn't buy. By the Kyle walked out of his room, he found Serra already waiting for him. When he looked at her clothes which are two sizes too big for her, he frowned. He also noticed that the breakfast she prepared looked mouthwatering. "Come, let's eat breakfast" he instructed her, trying not to think too much about who she is and where she came from. After a quick breakfast, he dropped her off near the campus just like he promised he would.Serra found herself feeling out of place. The kids in the school are all looking at her strangely. Because neither her clothes nor her appearance look appealing. Her clothes are old and washed one too many times. Her hair is pulled out into a bun. Her glasses kept slipping past her nose constantly. "Oh my gosh, who is she? Doesn't she look like a scarecrow?" one of the kids commented, not even bothering to keep their voices down. Serra was never pretty. She always preferred to stay alone, because she was constantly bullied even in high school. Now, surrounded by so many people who are all strangers, and look like models, she started to feel intimidated and scared. "She is so ugly" "Oh my, was she thinking that it's Halloween and dressed up as a witch?" "She will give nightmares if we look at her at night" As their comments became bolder and cruel, Serra rushed away from there and hid herself in one of the ladies washrooms. She pulled her glasses away and wiped at her tea
"You were crying" it is an observation. Serra hastily shook her head, but couldn't find her voice. Kyle narrowed his gaze on her ugly glasses which are covering her beautiful eyes from the world. He simply pulled her glasses off and threw them into the nearby trash can with one clean throw. Serra was stunned. "Hey, that was the only pair I own" she protested and tried to fetch them back. But he grabbed her by her elbow and dragged her out of the bathroom without giving her a chance to take them back. "You don't need them. They look better in the trashcan than on you. Let's go. I will take you to your first class" with that said, he casually wrapped his arm around her shoulder. He is sweaty from his football practice session. His hair is wet, along with his sleeveless Jersey. He is filled with a woodsy masculine odour, which teased her senses."You stink" she mumbled under her breath, not at all liking his bossy attitude. But still grateful that he is taking her to her class ins
"Sorry, I was distracted" Serra confessed feeling embarrassed. Kyle grinned mischievously. "You are so distracted just by looking at me that you burned your finger?" he teased her. He found himself loving the red tint of her cheeks when he teased her. She blushed at his words. He is the most handsome man she has ever seen so far, and it's not easy to avert her gaze from him. But today she is not distracted by his handsomeness. "No no, I was thinking about what happened today on campus" she shared. He frowned. Being bullied on her first day is not a memorable incident. So he gathered that she might not be thinking about that. "What happened?" he inquired casually. He leaned casually on the wall beside him and folded his arms. The simple move made his biceps bulge, showing his impressive muscles. "After my class today, almost everyone wanted to know how I know you. The same people who said that I might give them nightmares approached me to talk about you" she shared. He
I never thought that the man who used to look at me with love would one day tell me that he is regretting the day we met. The warmth in his eyes will be transformed into anger and resentment. I would witness him killing people. That I would find out that the sweet man I fell for is actually a very dangerous Mafia boss who scare the hell out of the world. The look in his eyes when he kills is something which I would feel hard to forget. That one day, he has the ability to scare the hell out of me. And the sweet man I know never existed. That was all an act which he put on in front of the world.My name is Serra, and this is our story. Three years ago....In a high end chrome and glass building, a young man was standing in the middle of a huge carpeted room in front of the floor to ceiling wall. He is looking at the sea which looks stormy, just like him. He is wearing a black suit which hugs his broad shoulders and trim down to his waist like a second skin. His long muscular legs look
"She is my daughter. Take her and clear my debt like you promised" Paul Anderson roughly pushed his young and beautiful daughter Serra towards Robert Jenkins. Serra was shocked and scared. She stumbled and fell near Robert Jenkins feet. The man who is easily older than her father. She looked at Paul with shock. Nothing is making any sense to her. She is not the most beautiful girl in the room. Her too big glasses and her braces would not agree. Still, she doesn't know why her father is doing this and how these people are taking her away from her father. "Dad? What is happening here?" she asked shakily. Fear and confusion evident in her tone. Paul is a single parent and is a gambling addict. Serra's mother left them when Serra was just five years old. Serra had to grow up faster than her age, because Paul used to forget often that he has a young daughter at home whom he needs to feed. But she never thought that he would sell her off like this. Paul ignored his daughter, and so did
"We are sorry Ms. Johnson, it's been a month since the classes started for the freshman. So all the dorm rooms have been allotted to other students. As we didn't get any mail from you, we just assumed that you might not join us this semester. We can try to accommodate you the next semester for a dorm room. You can attend your classes this semester though. But I am afraid you have to find a place to stay for now" the student coordinator of the Chicago University said with a hint of pity. Serra's shoulders slumped feeling dejected. She escaped from that hell, but its effects are still haunting her. "Here is your class schedule for this semester" the coordinator handed over some papers to help Serra to catch up with the concepts she missed so far. "Thank you" despite her situation, Serra thanked the coordinator before leaving the campus. Once outside the campus, she found a bus station and sat there alone holding her luggage. So many people walked past her, and every one ignored her.
"Sorry, I was distracted" Serra confessed feeling embarrassed. Kyle grinned mischievously. "You are so distracted just by looking at me that you burned your finger?" he teased her. He found himself loving the red tint of her cheeks when he teased her. She blushed at his words. He is the most handsome man she has ever seen so far, and it's not easy to avert her gaze from him. But today she is not distracted by his handsomeness. "No no, I was thinking about what happened today on campus" she shared. He frowned. Being bullied on her first day is not a memorable incident. So he gathered that she might not be thinking about that. "What happened?" he inquired casually. He leaned casually on the wall beside him and folded his arms. The simple move made his biceps bulge, showing his impressive muscles. "After my class today, almost everyone wanted to know how I know you. The same people who said that I might give them nightmares approached me to talk about you" she shared. He
"You were crying" it is an observation. Serra hastily shook her head, but couldn't find her voice. Kyle narrowed his gaze on her ugly glasses which are covering her beautiful eyes from the world. He simply pulled her glasses off and threw them into the nearby trash can with one clean throw. Serra was stunned. "Hey, that was the only pair I own" she protested and tried to fetch them back. But he grabbed her by her elbow and dragged her out of the bathroom without giving her a chance to take them back. "You don't need them. They look better in the trashcan than on you. Let's go. I will take you to your first class" with that said, he casually wrapped his arm around her shoulder. He is sweaty from his football practice session. His hair is wet, along with his sleeveless Jersey. He is filled with a woodsy masculine odour, which teased her senses."You stink" she mumbled under her breath, not at all liking his bossy attitude. But still grateful that he is taking her to her class ins
Serra found herself feeling out of place. The kids in the school are all looking at her strangely. Because neither her clothes nor her appearance look appealing. Her clothes are old and washed one too many times. Her hair is pulled out into a bun. Her glasses kept slipping past her nose constantly. "Oh my gosh, who is she? Doesn't she look like a scarecrow?" one of the kids commented, not even bothering to keep their voices down. Serra was never pretty. She always preferred to stay alone, because she was constantly bullied even in high school. Now, surrounded by so many people who are all strangers, and look like models, she started to feel intimidated and scared. "She is so ugly" "Oh my, was she thinking that it's Halloween and dressed up as a witch?" "She will give nightmares if we look at her at night" As their comments became bolder and cruel, Serra rushed away from there and hid herself in one of the ladies washrooms. She pulled her glasses away and wiped at her tea
The next morning, Kyle woke up to the most mouth watering aroma and the small sound of shuffling foot steps and clattering pots and pans. Immediately he picked up his gun and stealthily walked out of his room, ready to attack. But when he entered the kitchen, he found Serra who was working on breakfast. He almost forgot that she came with him last night. He paused when he heard her humming some tune. He quickly hid his gun before she could see. Her voice is soft and smooth. He noticed that she was not wearing her ugly glasses. They cover half her face and make her look older than her age. "What's your name?" he asked while leaning against the kitchen wall. 'Brother really found someone who look so innocent to keep me occupied and out of his way. I need to tell him that I have seen past his plot' he thought to himself.His voice startled her and she dropped the spatula she was holding. He looked amused by her reaction. She turned to look at him with wide eyes, before she lowered h
"We are sorry Ms. Johnson, it's been a month since the classes started for the freshman. So all the dorm rooms have been allotted to other students. As we didn't get any mail from you, we just assumed that you might not join us this semester. We can try to accommodate you the next semester for a dorm room. You can attend your classes this semester though. But I am afraid you have to find a place to stay for now" the student coordinator of the Chicago University said with a hint of pity. Serra's shoulders slumped feeling dejected. She escaped from that hell, but its effects are still haunting her. "Here is your class schedule for this semester" the coordinator handed over some papers to help Serra to catch up with the concepts she missed so far. "Thank you" despite her situation, Serra thanked the coordinator before leaving the campus. Once outside the campus, she found a bus station and sat there alone holding her luggage. So many people walked past her, and every one ignored her.
"She is my daughter. Take her and clear my debt like you promised" Paul Anderson roughly pushed his young and beautiful daughter Serra towards Robert Jenkins. Serra was shocked and scared. She stumbled and fell near Robert Jenkins feet. The man who is easily older than her father. She looked at Paul with shock. Nothing is making any sense to her. She is not the most beautiful girl in the room. Her too big glasses and her braces would not agree. Still, she doesn't know why her father is doing this and how these people are taking her away from her father. "Dad? What is happening here?" she asked shakily. Fear and confusion evident in her tone. Paul is a single parent and is a gambling addict. Serra's mother left them when Serra was just five years old. Serra had to grow up faster than her age, because Paul used to forget often that he has a young daughter at home whom he needs to feed. But she never thought that he would sell her off like this. Paul ignored his daughter, and so did
I never thought that the man who used to look at me with love would one day tell me that he is regretting the day we met. The warmth in his eyes will be transformed into anger and resentment. I would witness him killing people. That I would find out that the sweet man I fell for is actually a very dangerous Mafia boss who scare the hell out of the world. The look in his eyes when he kills is something which I would feel hard to forget. That one day, he has the ability to scare the hell out of me. And the sweet man I know never existed. That was all an act which he put on in front of the world.My name is Serra, and this is our story. Three years ago....In a high end chrome and glass building, a young man was standing in the middle of a huge carpeted room in front of the floor to ceiling wall. He is looking at the sea which looks stormy, just like him. He is wearing a black suit which hugs his broad shoulders and trim down to his waist like a second skin. His long muscular legs look