Ella Sullivan is an 18-year-old high school senior with a sharp wit and a penchant for sarcasm. Her life revolves around her close-knit group of friends and the love for her dog. But her world is thrown into disarray when she encounters Ms. Catherin...
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———༺✵༻——— POV Ella ———༺✵༻———
I take a deep breath as I step out of my room and into the hallway, the soft click of my door shutting behind me echoing in the quiet space. The air feels heavier now, like it's charged with something unsaid, something just waiting to happen. My heart is racing, my pulse quickening with each step I take toward Catherine's room. I can feel the weight of the small bag in my hand, and with every step, the anticipation builds. She has no idea what's coming.
The hallway feels longer than usual, the red carpet stretching out ahead of me like a path leading to something inevitable. My body buzzes with nervous energy and excitement, the kind that makes my skin prickle with anticipation. The air-conditioning hums softly, barely audible beneath the sound of my own heartbeat thundering in my chest.
When I reach Catherine's door, I hesitate for a second, my hand hovering over the wood. A part of me wants to savor this, to let the tension stretch just a little bit longer. But then, with a steadying breath, I knock lightly, the sound breaking the stillness of the hallway.
I hear footsteps from inside, soft and deliberate, before the door opens to reveal Catherine standing there, her eyes meeting mine immediately. There's something unreadable in her gaze—curiosity, intrigue, maybe even a hint of impatience.
"You came, finally," she says, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.
"I told you I would," I reply, stepping into the room. The door clicks shut behind me, enclosing us in the private space. The lighting is dimmer here, soft and warm, casting shadows across the bed and the walls.
Catherine crosses her arms, leaning back slightly against the dresser, her eyes never leaving mine. "So... what's this surprise you've been teasing me with?" Her voice is low, sultry, and it sends a shiver down my spine.
I can't help but grin, taking a few slow steps closer to her. "You'll see," I say, deliberately vague, enjoying the way her brow furrows slightly at my words. I can tell she's intrigued, her curiosity piqued, but she's doing her best to stay composed.
"Sit on the bed," I instruct her softly. "And close your eyes."
Catherine raises an eyebrow, clearly suspicious but also amused. "You're giving orders now?"
I just nod, holding her gaze steadily. After a beat, she exhales softly and pushes herself off the dresser, moving toward the bed. She sits down on the edge, her movements graceful, and I watch as she closes her eyes, trusting me.
My heart skips a beat. This is it.
With Catherine's eyes shut, I move quietly. My fingers tremble slightly as I reach for the hem of my dress, but I steady myself, taking a deep breath as I pull it off in one smooth motion. The cool air of the room brushes against my skin, and I feel the delicate lace of the black lingerie I bought specifically for this moment. It's something I'd never normally wear, but for Catherine, it's perfect.
