HIS SINFUL OBSESSION

2. SHE IS BACK

Would you break away
If I tied my heartstrings to you, baby?
And every day
I wanna see your perfect body right beside me, baby

As I walked into the classroom, I noticed her standing next to Alex. I had heard about him from the coach, but this was the first time I had seen him in person. It was clear that he was checking out my girl, and it took all my self-control not to react. I decided to channel that frustration into outperforming him during practice. He was going to regret the way he was eyeing her.

Mrs. Brown's positive treatment towards me remains a mystery, and being tasked with tutoring my rival has filled me with elation. Finally, it's my time to seek the revenge I've long awaited.

When Mrs. Brown asked me to take on the assignment, I had a strong feeling about what it would entail, and I didn't hesitate to accept the offer. Normally, I don't accept the offer of after-school tutoring due to my busy schedule, but this time I saw it as an opportunity to settle the score with Tisha. She wasn't very supportive when I had a bike accident at 15, and now it's my turn to step into the role she once played.

I gazed at her with a confident smirk, and I noticed a slight frown marring her beautiful features. It was clear to me that she would make every effort to resist joining me, but there were some boundaries that simply couldn't be crossed, especially not this one. Reluctantly, she settled into the seat beside me, but her preoccupation with Alex was unmistakable.

It reeked of desperation for her to assume that I would stay docile, ignorant of the desperation that clawed at my soul, begging for a chance to unleash its chaos. I forcefully squeezed her thighs, the intensity in my grip matching the fury that burned within me, demanding her attention.

It's audacious of her to assume our connection won't include physical affection and sex, as all I want is her.

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 THE SCENE RESUMES FROM, WHEN MARCUS LEAVES HER IN THE DARK CLASSROOM

"See you in the library at 4." I texted her before my game started

"I wish I never see you again." She texted back

A smirk formed on my face and I couldn't stop thinking about the ways she would regret writing these.

"I can't wait to see you too."

After finishing my practice, I made my way to the quiet tutoring library area. As I entered, I noticed my studious classmate with her strikingly pretty face seated at a table.

Feeling a sense of nostalgia, I approached and took a seat next to her. She shot me a disapproving look and said, "Do you recall how you used to invite me over to your place to help me with my studies?"

She abruptly interrupted me, saying, "If you think I will come to your place, it's not happening."

"Oh, it's definitely happening miss goodie two shoes," I said squeezing her right thigh.

"I could feel her warmth as I kept my hands on her, but she didn't make a move to push me away. 'Do not touch me,' she said, her voice soft but firm. I could see the challenge in her eyes. 'Is it turning you on?' I asked, trying to gauge her reaction and wondering if I should close the gap between us."

Fortunately, the room was empty, and I had made it clear to everyone not to interfere.

"Don't you find it strange being alone with me here?" I asked her with a sly grin.

"Don't tell me you orchestrated this," she said, standing up from her seat. Unfortunately for her, she was cornered between me, the wall, and the chairs.

"I have no interest in spending time with you."

"You do," I replied with a confident smirk.

"Can you just teach me calculus so I can go home?" She asked, her tone irritated but soft.

"Starting tomorrow, I will tutor you at your place," I said as I got up.

"If I fail the upcoming midterms, I'll study with someone else," she declared.

"Oh, I'll make sure you don't fail," I said, pressing her against the wall.

"Marcus, let me go," she protested.

"Do you want to leave you?" I asked her in a no-nonsense tone.

"Are you speechless, goody two shoes?" I said while looking her in the eye.

She's about the average height for a girl, but next to me, she looked like a little doll that I could easily break. My height overshadowed her, making it seem like I could devour her small body.

"I'll take that as a no," I whispered.

"Is this your revenge on me?" she questioned me boldly.

"A combination of beauty and brains."

"Bad idea, Marcus," she warned.

"Well, we will talk when I execute it my little doll."

"I have a name you asshole" I tried to shove him, but no matter how hard I pushed, I just couldn't seem to get him to budge.

"That's the reason I gave you that name," I whispered, tightening my grip on her little waist. Her hands were on my biceps, and she was looking straight into my eyes with all the boldness she had.

My eyes went down to her breast and I could see her expression change as if she was terrified.

"What's wrong?" I asked her in a concerning tone.

"I can't believe you're making things so ugly between us," she said, her voice rising in frustration.

"Last time I checked, we were rivals, and today that feeling is as strong as ever. We're both aiming for Yale, and I guarantee you that I'll get in," I replied, my hand gently resting on her waist.

"Do you think trying to distract me like this will work?"

"I have no intention of distracting you. I'm only here to seek my revenge and to see you ruined," I said, releasing my grip on her waist before leaving the room.

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The story goes to a flashback of 4 years from just for your better understanding what has happened in the past and what has she done.