ELLARIA'S POV:
I will never strip your personal life away from you.
His words kept playing in my head like a broken record throughout the day.
Right now, I was just outside The Redwood High for a very important matter at hand. I turned off my car's engine and strode straight to the door that had 'Principle Winchester' written on a silver slate that was connected through the wall sideways by a small frame of two silver rods.
I barged right in without having the decency to knock. His secretary was already running after me with her high heels clicking against the cold, marble floor.
Richard Winchester looked up from the papers scattered in front of him, startled to see me after almost four years. His secretary finally reached inside the office and opened her mouth to apologise multiple times in under one second.
I rolled my eyes at the horrified brunette cladded in a slutty wine red colored dress that clung to her body like a second skin and red stilettos. Now I know why he hired her. For obvious reasons, of course. Richard Winchester, even in his late forties, was a womaniser.
My gaze swept across the familiar room only to find that everything is still the same with an average sized screen fixed in the wall opposite to his desk, the glass wall behind his comfortable black leather chair that overlooked the school grounds, a mahogany desk, a white colored small door on the left which led to bathroom, a small metal trashcan just beside his desk, white marble floor, a slab on the right wall showcasing all his trophies and medals and a five steps glass bookshelf still packed with books I am damn sure he never have read even once. Such people treasured literature, not in their hearts but in their bookshelf like a gold trophy somebody else won for them.
My eyes landed on the secretary who looked flushed right now and visibly clenched her thighs together. I raised a brow as I looked at Richard who had lust clouding his eyes and a little drool on his chin. I cringed inwardly and cleared my throat.
"Out." I barked without even sparing a glance at the crazy hormones machine standing next to me.
She hesitated at first but then scurried out after I finally turned to pin her with the most meanest glare I could muster.
As the door shut behind her, I settled in one of the two chairs placed opposite to his and looked up at a paled Richard.
"Welcome back, Ms. Ambrose. What brings you here?" he asked after clearing his throat.
"Candy." I replied.
He made a face and opened a drawer on his left. I looked at him curiously to decipher his actions but he kept searching and a second later, I heard a wrapper crunching noise.
I looked at the man incredulously as he slid a packet of gummy bears across the desk.
"What in the world?"
"You asked for a candy. I am afraid that is the last packet from my secret stash." he said and smiled sweetly.
"I did not ask for a candy, I asked for the Candy. One of your students." I spat looking at the pathetic excuse of a man.
His mouth formed an 'o' before he opened the right drawer and took out a brown colored file. "There you go."
I opened the file and read her name Candice Peters written next to a passport sized photo of a blond gi- bitch. I shut it close and placed it back on the desk.
"Call her in." I demanded.
"I am sorry Ms. Ambrose but I can't do that. She is in the middle of a geography class, I suppose. I already gave you her file and you know that the student data is confidential." he stated.
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Paint Me Red
General Fiction"I guess, I'll just have to eat it out of you." he smirked devilishly at me. I wanted nothing more than to get up and run away. *** The wind blew making her hair fly in all directions, alluringly. The sun shone directly on his face, enhancing the...
