My Naughty Lover ✔️

Chapter 57

Scarlette's POV

I'm currently waiting for him to go to his place. In the meanwhile, I have been texting Maragarette.

Me: Yes, She was acting like 'don't touch my man blablabla'😒.

Margarette💓: Well, kick her ass😜.

Me: Oh trust me, I will! By the way these clothes aren't bringing me any luck!!

Margarette💓: Be patience, sweety! I gtg, ttyl honey.

"Shall we go, sweetheart?" Someone says from behind and I look to find Mr Playboy smirking at me.

"Yeah." I answer while following him to his motor. Memories start bursting inside my head.

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Some minutes later, we pull up in front of his house. I head inside and I look around. The house is still the same. My eyes fall to the couch and I start to blush. My heart is beating rapidly at the memory of it. I thought I didn't like him anymore. Ughh.. I shake my head.

"What's wrong?" he asks,

"Nothing." I say, playing with my fingers. I can't behave like this. I can't do that again. I need to behave as if I'm unbothered by his actions and talks. He is probably enjoying to tease me like this. I need to act normal and confident.

"Are you nervous?" he approaches me.

"N-No. Where are we gonna study?" I change the subject quickly.

"In my room." he says and I follow him. He takes confident steps while I take doubtful ones. Who would have thought that I would come here again after he kind of broke my heart? I mean, I know, he doesn't belong to me or anything but it was wrong of him to lead me on like this, right? He played me and I was a fool to believe him and get trapped in his silly games. Once, there, I notice how the room is kind of messy unlike the day when I woke up here. Papers are scattered everywhere, his clothes are hanging everywhere including his shoes. What the actual ?

"Don't you clean?" I ask in disbelief. I thought he was a neat freak.

"Yeah.. Actually didn't have time to." he says scratching his head, in embarrassment.

"Hmm okay." I say, still unsure about his personality and hygiene. He takes some of his clothes away from the table and the chair and he places his book on it. I sit on the smaller chair and I start to tutor him. I explain him some harder things like pronounciation and grammar and soon the time passes by quickly.

"As-tu compris?" I ask. ( Have you understood?)

"Oui, j'ai compris." ( Yes, I have understood.)" he says with a funny yet sexy accent. He sounds so good.

"Okay, good. Do these for me, okay?" I say, shaking these thoughts from my head. I don't want to find him sexy or anything. I need to move on from his teaseful methods which I always melt when I think about it. I don't want to start catching feelings for him again. As I think about all of this, I catch him staring at me with fierce eyes. Instantly, I feel my cheeks heating up. What is he doing?