Jessica doesn't trust men. Worse, she has a string of short relationships and runs away when things get too serious. Demons from her past resurface when she meets him, Angel Seth Saint, her new teacher with a burning look. And, even if the young wom...
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I arrive in front of my building confused. I don't know what to think of this teacher. There's something strange about him. He looks sweet and kind with his angelic face but the little smile that borders his lips when he looks at me is evil. And, there's nothing healthy about the current coursing through my body as his polar pupils devour it. A secret part of me longs for him to stare at me constantly even though I know I shouldn't. I wonder if his lips are as soft as they look.
What if I'm kidding myself? Maybe he hasn't even noticed me and his gaze wanders evenly between each student. I got excited over nothing. Even if he had noticed me, it would end there. Student-teacher relationships are strictly forbidden. It's for a good reason. He could get me into bed with a snap of his fingers and I wouldn't realize it. Hell, I'm twenty-one years old. When I find myself in a man's bed, it's always consensual.
The sound of an elevator snaps me out of my reverie. I cross the hallway and open the door. A sublime smell of cookies greets me.
"Chacha? "
"In the kitchen. "
Our apartment is not very big but when there is room for one, there is room for two. Above all, I know how hard Charly works to make ends meet. He works as a waiter to pay for his law studies. It tires him out a lot. I couldn't help him financially, being in difficulty myself, but I give him a place to live. It's already a good thing! I hug him from behind and watch him take the cookies out of the oven. They look really delicious.
"You know I want the pink one, right? "
"Jess, you are such a child. "
"That's okay. "
He gives in to my fluttering eyelashes and shoves it in my mouth. I get my booty back and go to sit on the living room carpet. Charly does not delay to join me, without missing to lecture me.
You're going to put it everywhere! "
"It's my carpet, my rules. "
I take a second cookie.
"So, how did your class go Cha? "
"Oh...the usual blah blah blah. I'm going to have to buy some new books, though. "
"How are you gonna do that? "
"Um... Frank agreed to let me work overtime. "
"That's nice of him. "
"You're right. So what about you? "
The question I was dreading. I decide to give as few details as possible. I'm probably exaggerating about the situation with Mr. Saint but Charly is so protective of me that he might importune himself. He might even go and talk to him. I want to avoid this at all costs so I choose the safest option: lie.
