Caesar's Rose

Chapter 69

His piercing green eyes are filled with anger and looking right at me.

My legs weakened as always. But I took a step back, feeling my heart pounding very fast.

His eyes moved to the waste bin where I just threw that silly note and then back at me.

"What was that?" He asked.

I looked at the waste momentarily and then back at him.

"N... nothing." I answered.

He scoffed. "You are a fucking gold digger and I underestimated you."

I dropped my gaze, feeling my heart clenching.

"Look at me,"

I didn't obey.

"Look at me, damn it!"

I flinched, looking at him.

"You might think you have gotten away with this huge scandal, but I am still going to deal with you." He said calmly, looking straight at me with his anger-filled piercing eyes.

Terror washed me.

He took a step closer to me, adding to my terror. The fact that everyone is busy in class, and we are the only ones here, is making me more scared.

He could bully me however he wants and no one will find out.

"Do you fucking hear me? No one on this planet will stop me from dealing with you. You are too small for me. Sluts like you deserve a lot of humiliation and that...." He paused, getting closer to me.

My breath hitched as his height towered me.

"That is what I am going to give you. I will make you suffer till you drop this school yourself!" He yelled, hitting me with his odorless breath.

I flinched slightly.

Next, he hit the books in my hands and they fell.

He walked past me and I let out a breath.

"And listen," he called again, making my heart pick up.

I turned to him.

"Give me my damn iPad back. I am not doing any project with you."

With my shaking hands, I quickly unzipped my bag, took out his iPad and headed it over to him.

He grabbed it from me aggressively.

"Filthy slut," he said, turning away.

I dropped my gaze.

"You know," he came back again.

Oh God.

Why can't he stop?!

Leave me alone please.

"Let me school you a bit, since you are so fucking ignorant and stupid," he said, standing close to me.

My heart resumed its pace as I dropped my gaze.

His presence alone is like a flame that would burn me.

"My dad is not as good as you think. He is not actually nice, generous or a saint. He is not a good person and trust me, you will regret giving your sorry self to him." He said, making me look at him.

Your father said the same thing about you.

Why do they hate each other so much? What type of father and son relationship do they have?

"You will end up miserable more than you already are. Well, you deserve it. Nothing good comes to gold-digging sluts like you." He snarled.

My heart clenched severely.