[Previously titled 𝗚𝘂𝗶𝗹𝘁𝘆 𝗣𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲]
❝No, Ace. I can't do it," I sob.
"I know you can take more than that, sunshine, come on," he encourages, pummeling into me in fervent motions. "One more for daddy, yeah?" He coaxes in a gruffly voice...
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O L I V I A
I'm in the college library, writing down notes and trying hard to do my assignments. People are talking quietly and flipping pages, making a calming sound that helps me focus.
But even though I want to stay focused, I can't help but look up at the library entrance. My heart races when I see Ace talking to a female professor. I can hear them laughing a bit, even though it's quiet in the library.
My pen halts as I find myself unable to take my eyes off them. Seeing them together makes me feel strange and I can't stop looking their way secretly as I wonder about their relationship. I get confused by the strange feelings inside me.
Suddenly, our eyes meet, and everything slows down. My face gets warm, and I look away fast, acting like I'm really into my papers. I feel his eyes on me, so I risk a quick look, and this time he's smiling a bit. He's looking right at me while talking, and there's something in his eyes that makes me shiver.
His gaze feels like he can read my thoughts, like he knows how he affects me and that makes me blush hard in embarrassment. I quickly go back to my work, trying hard to make my cheeks normal again.
But I still sense his eyes on me and my heart beats fast. When I look up, he's gone, but the distraction lingers. Shaking my head, I return to my tasks, only to be interrupted by a broken pencil.
I look at the broken pencil and sigh heavily, feeling annoyed and distracted. I rummage through my pencil case, but I can't find another one. I retrieve my wallet from my bag and stand up.
The stationery store on campus isn't too far, so I think it'll be a quick trip. A bell rings when I enter the store, and I start looking at the items.
"Need some artistic inspiration?" A voice behind me surprises me.
I jump, feeling shivers from the sound of that deep voice. I turn around and there's Ace, a few feet away. I'm surprised and my heart races. I struggle to act normal.
"Professor King...you startled me," I stammer, my cheeks flushing, and he grins.
"My apologies. I didn't mean to catch you off guard," he says and I try to muster a polite smile.
"No worries. I was just getting some supplies," I say and he glances at the assortment of items in my hands, his gaze lingering on my sketchbook.
"Working on a masterpiece?" He inquires and I chuckle nervously, feeling the weight of his attention on me.
"Just an assignment for my art class," I reply and he nods, his eyes flickering with something I can't quite decipher.
"Well, keep up the good work, Olivia. I'm sure your dedication will pay off,"
"Thank you, professor King," I reply, my voice softer than intended.
I turn to go to another part of the store to buy more things, but I feel like he's watching me. It's like he sees more than just the stuff I'm holding. While I look around the store, I choose the items I need. Just as I get to the counter to pay, Ace's voice comes back to me.
