YES SIR

CHAPTER FOUR.

ETHAN'S POV.

I'm driving to school while remembering the events of last night, I can't help but laugh at the reason Lisa kicked Marc out.

I have a class right now and I'm almost running late. Shit. I park my car, pull off my suit jacket and toss it over the passenger seat, grab my phone and laptop then close the door and walk to the entrance.

I give a few hand waves and hellos as I walk down the hall to class. But my blood goes cold and my mood sours upon witnessing the scene. Her boyfriend has her over his shoulder with her ass in the air.

I try to ignore them as I walk in but he still doesn't set her down, so I clear my throat.

"If you two are so impatient to proceed with whatever it is you have going on there, you are more than free to exit the class." I say and inwardly curse my voice for showing how irritated I am.

He smacks her ass and it jiggles. Bloody hell!! What is she packing in there?!? I slightly look away.

He sets her down in a seat and winks at her before sitting. She starts reaching over for him, probably to pull him in for a kiss, so I again clear my throat.

After a while I realize I don't even know her name, I decide to do a role call. I've been calling names but she hasn't answered to any, I've passed her boyfriend's name and I'm beginning to think she isn't even in this class.

"Ethella Rosita Damon?" I say but no one answers so I try again.

"Ethella Rosita Damon?" Still no answer and I'm getting pissed. Who the hell is this? I try one last time.

"Ethella Rosita Damon??" I hear a barely audible 'yes sir', when I look up she's blushing crimson and I feel my cock twitch in my slacks at how cute she looks. I almost can't control the smirk that fights it's way to my face. She's trying to look everywhere but at me. My smile immediately falters when my eyes land on her boyfriend.

'Ethella', I say in my head. What an intriguing name. For the remainder of the class, my eyes keep wandering back to her but she barely even spared me a glance. Her face is emotionless and her plump pink lips are set in a slight pout.

Her bitch face is scary but her unintentional pout makes her look so cute. There's just something about her.

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"Mr Black?" Someone calls for my attention while I'm packing up to leave since the class is over. I look up and see a really slim looking blonde, the one who kept glaring at Ethella: Bridget? Brandey? Brianna? Brenda? Belinda??? I don't know but I know there's a 'B' somewhere.

"Good afternoon sir." She says a high pitched voice, biting her lip with a blush. "I'm Britney Adams."

Oh, Britney!!! I was so close, I clear my throat.

"How may I be of assistance to you Miss Adams??" She bites her lip harder, looking at me like she's ready to devour me in one bite. I uncomfortably shift in my seat making her snap out of whatever thoughts she was having.

"Sir as you may know, my father is one of the beneficiaries of this university." She proudly states.

Why am I to know that? I say nothing, letting her continue. "I just came to ask if you are free to supervise over me and my work, since it's the last semester before graduation I was looking to do my best." She finishes her speech and I just stay staring at her for a few more seconds. She thinks because she flaunts her father's name then she'll get what she wants! Spoilt little bitch.

And why is she only now thinking of becoming serious enough to want to do her 'best'? There were teachers before me and she could have asked anyone she wanted to.

"I'm sorry Miss Adams but I already am supervising someone full time and won't want to weigh down my schedule. But I will talk to the other lecturers to see if one is willing." She tries to argue but I interrupt her.

"Goodbye Miss Adams." As soon as I set foot in the hallway someone comes barreling into me at full speed, knocking us both to the ground. I know it's female from how petite the body frame is so I instinctively wrap my arms around the person waiting for the floor's impact.

The fall is so intense and hurtful that I release a pained grunt. When I look down, my breath catches as I see a curvy 5ft+ female laying on my chest with her eyes tightly squeezed shut.

Ethella?? Bloody hell, she's on me!!!