UNWANTED DEVOTION

SOMETHING SPECIAL...

Dear Readers,

It seems some details might have slipped your minds, so let me refresh your memory with a few questions:

Why did Kian's parents kill Crystal's father, the real Ryan?
Why did Kian's parents harbor such hatred for Ryan, even though they were once his friends?
This question has only one answer—so tell me, what do you think it is?
And what about Aron? Have you forgotten what he desires in the present?

Now, let's begin. 

"How much longer do I have to wait, Helen?" he murmured, his voice heavy with pain. "Can't you see how deeply I love you?"

The next day arrived swiftly.

Like any ordinary day, Helen got dressed and stepped out of her house. Her gaze fell on a bike parked nearby, then drifted to the wall, where Aron stood, leaning against it, his back pressed firmly against the bricks.

As soon as Aron heard her footsteps, a wide smile broke across his face. He rushed towards her, enveloping her in a warm embrace.

"I missed you," he said, his voice full of sincerity. Helen felt a twinge of awkwardness at first, but she quickly closed her eyes and hugged him back with all her heart.

"I'm sorry," she whispered in her mind.

Aron gently placed his lips on her shoulder, kissing her softly, unaware of her inner turmoil, and finally released her from his embrace.

"Is your leg okay now?" Helen asked, her concern evident as she examined Aron's injured limb.

He nodded, a soft hum escaping his lips in affirmation. "Let's go," he said, and Helen smiled. She noticed the slight limp in his stride, and guilt washed over her, knowing he was pushing himself instead of resting.

As they sat together on the bike, Helen wrapped her arms around Aron's waist. He inhaled deeply, savoring her scent, which he had missed dearly.

The ride was peaceful, but not for Ryan, who was watching everything unfold from the driver's seat of his car. He gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles turning white. Ryan had arrived early to pick up Helen, only to find her with Aron. Anger coursed through him, making his blood boil as thoughts of wanting to kill Aron filled his mind.

Upon arriving at the college, Aron and Helen made their way toward the lecture hall, seemingly unaware of the storm brewing behind them.

Meanwhile, Ryan stood still, watching their backs. His eyes darkened with each passing second as memories flooded his mind—the softness of Helen's lips, her body pressed against his, her moans echoing with every caress he had given her.

"Fuck," he cursed under his breath, forcing himself to turn away. But suddenly, an idea struck him, compelling him to walk down the corridor until he found someone he wanted to approach.

"You have to do a favor for me," he said, showing the stack of dollars in his hand.

The volunteer nodded, knowing the power Ryan's family wielded. Without hesitation, he agreed. "What do you need?"

"Go to classroom 8B and tell Miss Helen she's been called to the principal's office."

The volunteer nodded again and started walking toward the classroom. Inside, he called out for Helen, who frowned but ultimately nodded her head in acknowledgment before getting up. Aron shot her a questioning look, but she merely smiled back, trying to mask her concern.

Helen exited the classroom, making her way toward the principal's office. Suddenly, she spotted Ryan, halting mid-stride as she raised an eyebrow at him. He returned her gaze with a charming smile and quickly closed the distance, grabbing her hand and pulling her along.

"But I have to go to the principal," she protested.

He ignored her words, pushing her into a storeroom and pinning her against the wall. Helen's heart raced as she met his intense gaze. Ryan was breathing heavily, and in that moment, the world outside faded away.

"I missed you," he confessed, his voice rough with emotion. Helen felt her heart skip a beat, her own voice trembling as she replied, "I... I missed you too."

Ryan buried his face in her shoulder, his lips trailing along her neck. He pulled at the fabric of her dress, kissing and sucking, and Helen shut her eyes as tears welled up, spilling down her cheeks.

He marked her with possessive kisses, a silent declaration for the world to see—she belonged to him. Ryan wanted Aron to know that Helen was his and his alone.

Helen let out soft moans while Ryan groaned in response, his hands exploring her body, slowly moving towards her chest and pressing firmly. A moan threatened to escape her lips, but he silenced her by capturing her mouth with his own.

Their eyes locked, and Ryan smirked at the love reflected in Helen's gaze. He let his hand wander lower, rubbing her clothed intimacy repeatedly.

"I want to take you somewhere today," he whispered into her ear, a seductive promise hanging in the air.

Aron will drop me home. I can't—Helen protested, panic creeping into her voice.

"I don't care. Come with me, or I will take you in front of him," he said sternly, stepping back as he left her breathless and bewildered.

Helen sank to the floor, taking deep, shaky breaths. Closing her eyes, she tried to calm herself, but all that echoed in her mind was Ryan. Her love for him surged, but it also terrified her; she felt she wasn't even her own anymore.

Meanwhile, Ryan walked out of the college, determination etched on his face as he began preparing something special for her.

He stopped the car in front of a café, stepping inside as a guy approached him with open arms. Ryan embraced him briefly, and the guy stepped back, grinning.

"What's the reason for this surprise visit?" he asked, still smiling.

"Oh, you guessed it right! It's a surprise. I want you to do something," Ryan replied, winking at him.

The guy chuckled, shaking his head at Ryan's enthusiasm. "Want to have some coffee?"

Ryan quickly shook his head. "Nah, just bring me a cold drink and sit down. I need to tell you what I need you to do."

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