LITTLE MISS.

11💋

Could I really consider myself lucky? This is Russian Tribbiani we're talking about. He was wealthy,successful and sexy as hell. Every woman was dying to be around him, he could literally choose anyone he wanted. I couldn't even come close to all the women he had been with, they were either models, influencers or actresses.

There was no way I could compete with that. All these women were vibrant and sexy. They didn't have to worry about what they looked like or if their skin had patches of white,they could freely show off their bodies confidently and walk around without trying to hide. I was suddenly so self conscious of my skin condition and the irony that Russian had even considered me made me feel worse.

I'm guessing he just wanted to switch up his routine in women and thought i would be the perfect choice for him to play around with right before he got back to his model girlfriends.

Liberty was now fast asleep after the movie, she had had a long as weekend and needed to rest. I was seated on my bed, laptop open in front of me as I contemplated searching about Russian on the internet. I knew that i wouldn't like what I found but I had been in the dark for too long.

Russian Tribbiani. I typed on the keyboard swiftly then bit my nail hesitantly before tapping enter. It took less than seconds before all the information on him dropped on my screen.

'Russian Tribbiani, age 35. CEO of Triton's number one clothing company staring men's fashion. R-elegance has incredibly revolutionized the way men dress and has stood out from all the other brands. He is also a huge benefactor and Professor at Hurricane University where he teaches business. This man can really do it all; he has the smarts, skill, fashion and sexiness.'

I stared at my laptop blankly, asking myself how I had never known this. Had i been the only one in the dark? No wonder all the girls at campus were throwing themselves at him because they knew he was rich and famous. I scrolled through the images on the screen, each time an image of him with a different woman popped up my heart ached.

I really was just a stupid naive girl to think that this perfect man would in his right man take an interest in a plain girl with vitiligo? Maybe if i had pursued modeling like my sister- then it would make sense.

How pathetic was I? He just wanted to fuck me obviously and had I not been a virgin, he would have. It wasn't enough that i already had a rare skin condition, i had to go and be a virgin as well. He was probably turned off by that but didn't want to ruin the moment so he just ate me out.

I massaged my tempos and glanced at the time. It was already midnight so i decided to go to sleep. Turning off my laptop, i switched my side lamp off and buried myself inside my covers. Even as i squeezed my eyes shut, i failed to sleep. My mind had wandered back to Russian, why was he pretending to like me when he obviously had a crowd of girlfriends?

Was my naivety funny to him that he thought I was so easy, he could do anything he wanted to me and left me there? Did he think so little of me and expected me to know who he was and what i was getting myself into? I groaned, throwing my covers off my head and staring at the ceiling while my mind drove me crazy.

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I woke up in the same position i fell asleep in- facing the ceiling. My chest ossified at the thought of going to campus today but i was thankful it was Tuesday so i wouldn't have to worry about meeting Russian at all.

Sluggishly crawling out of bed, i got ready for school. Liberty was already prepared when i came out of my room. She pinned me with a frown of confusion, probably because I had my hair in a messy bun leaving my neck exposed.

"What?" I asked coldly as i grabbed my bag

"Is this all for your hot professor?" She smiled with a pout, giving me a side eye