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 jump out of my chair and open my eyes. The room is empty. There is only me and...Seth. I face him. His gaze is soft. He doesn't seem to be angry, even though I lied to him yesterday. But I couldn't tell him the truth and I didn't have to. What right does he have to stroke my hair, lick my lips or order me around? And spank me?! He is my teacher, let him act like it!
Maybe I was slightly distracted by his kindness but that's no reason. It had been a long time since I had confided in someone so easily. I felt understood and listened to. But it was only one of them, of course. He has other hidden initentions and they will eventually come out.
"Don't touch me anymore, Sir!"
"Be familiar with me!"
"No. Being formal with you allows us to establish our positions."
"What does that mean?"
"You are the teacher and I am the student."
"No way..."
He chuckles.
"I'm serious...Sir."
Maybe he's some kind of pervert who thinks he can screw the students in his spare time. If that's the case, I'm not interested. I shouldn't be afraid to come to class because I fear his reaction and I shouldn't avoid my teacher. He's supposed to be there to help me and do his class properly. Not to bully me! But now...
"You're scaring me."
"Really?" he is surprised
"Yes, with your... insistence that I be on first-name terms with you, your strange remarks and... this obsession with what I eat."
"Oh...I was just trying to take care of you."
"I didn't ask you to."
"I know but you need to be comforted."
"Thank you, but no. I'm doing just fine. I can take care of myself. I did it for ten years, I can do it again."
"again? "Specify!
"It's none of your business."
My voice breaks without me wanting it to. I don't want to talk about it. I don't even want to think about it. It took me a long time to heal. I don't want him to come in and disrupt my peace like a destructive tornado. Seth comes towards me. He tries to caress my cheek. I push him away once more, in vain. He takes my chin between his fingers and forces me to look at him.
"You don't have to understand why I care about you. But talk to me. You can't keep it all in. Tell me the truth, you owe me."
"Do I owe it to you?"
"Yes, you owe me."
"Fuck you!"
The words came out alone. Seth stares at me, incredulous. He grips his middle again and his features harden. He's furious, his jaw twitches and his fists are clenched. I panic and look nervously at the front door. This is the kind of situation where he scares me. Because I don't know how he will react and I imagine a thousand scenarios in my head. What if he hits me? I don't know him. I don't trust him.
