The Engineer (Batchelor Series #2)

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Drakon Da Vinci
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I sat at the back of the library, away from the usual noise of the campus. Kaizer was at a table across the room, going over some documents for the student council. His brows were furrowed, his pen moving swiftly as he reviewed every line. Normally, I'd be at that table with him, helping out. Pero ngayon, I stayed at a distance, pretending to read some notes that I wasn’t even focusing on.

Two weeks na since Renz started his bullshit. Naisipan ko rin muna bumukod kayla Mama at Papa, since finals na maraming ganap sa school.

From the moment he laid out his so-called terms, things had gotten... weird. Hindi ko na nga alam kung anong normal pa. Ang daming nangyari. Ang daming nagbago. Especially with how I had to keep my distance from people, particularly Kaizer.

Kaizer noticed, of course. He wasn’t dumb. For the past few days, he’d tried to catch my eye, trying to talk to me between meetings. "Drakon, okay ka lang ba? You’ve been avoiding me."

Every time he'd ask, I'd shrug it off. Tangina, paano ko nga ba sasabihin sa kanya? Na may burgis na inangkin ang buhay ko? Na lahat ng kilos ko, may bantay na?

Lately, I felt Renz's eyes on me even when he wasn’t around. Parang sinusubaybayan ako sa lahat ng galaw ko. I tried to push that feeling aside, but it clung to me like a shadow. Kaya eto ako, avoiding Kaizer at all costs. Just in case.

I sighed, rubbing my temples, trying to concentrate on anything but the fact that Renz had me on a leash.

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That night, Renz showed up at my apartment again.

It had become routine at this point. He'd stop by, always with some lame excuse, but tonight felt different the moment he stepped inside.

"You're quiet," he noted, dropping onto my couch like he owned the place. His gaze lingered on me, sharper than usual.

I didn’t answer, pretending to be too focused on the documents I was reviewing. Pero syempre, hindi nagtagal 'yon. Renz never knew when to stop. I could hear the shift in his tone, a playful yet dangerous edge in his voice.

"Stressed ka ba?" he asked, his eyes trailing down from my face to the way my hands gripped the paper.

“Stop bothering me, Renz,” I muttered, not bothering to look at him. Tangina, gusto ko nalang matapos 'to, tapusin mo rin ang kaplastikan mo.

"Relax," he said, his voice dropping low, laced with something darker. "I can help you unwind."

I ignored him. Ayokong patulan ang mga paandar niya.

But then, out of nowhere, I heard the unmistakable sound of him unzipping his jeans. My body tensed, heat rushing to my face as I realized what the hell he was doing.

“What the f—” I couldn’t even finish the sentence.

"Just relax, Drakon," he said, leaning back on the couch, eyes half-lidded, a smirk on his lips. "It’s not like you haven’t seen this before. Need mo na diba ang semen? I am here to demonstrate you how I reproduce.”

Tangina, loko ba ‘to? I stood up quickly, backing away, but I couldn’t stop staring. My pulse raced, panic rising in my chest. He wasn’t even trying to hide it, like this was some casual thing between us.

"Stop it, Renz. What the fuck are you doing?" My voice came out hoarse, anger bubbling beneath the surface.

But he just chuckled softly, stroking himself, his eyes locked onto mine with a predatory glint. "Masturbating for your finals. Come on, Drakon. You don’t have to act so innocent. You know you’re curious." He said while holding his shaft.

I gritted my teeth, turning my back to him, heart pounding. I couldn’t believe this shit.

"Just get the hell out of here," I growled, feeling my hands shake. I didn’t know what pissed me off more—the fact that he thought he could do this, or the fact that my body was betraying me, reacting in ways I didn’t want it to.

But he didn’t leave. Syempre, Renz wasn’t done playing his game.

I could still hear him, the sound of his movements taunting me. "You can pretend you don’t like it," he said in that maddeningly low voice, "but we both know you're not walking out that door."

I clenched my fists, trying to keep my breathing steady. This was getting out of hand.

When I finally turned back around, his hand slowed, his eyes meeting mine, waiting for a reaction. He was always waiting for me to crack.

But this time, I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction. "Get the fuck out of my apartment, Renz," I said through gritted teeth. "Now."

His smirk faltered for a second, but then he gave me one of those careless shrugs, zipping up like nothing happened. "Fine, ayaw pa ng live video as concrete evidence." he said, standing up with a lazy stretch. "I’ll leave... for now."

He walked toward the door, pausing just before he stepped out. "But remember, Drakon. I always come back."

And with that, he was gone, leaving me standing there, fists clenched, heart pounding in my chest.

As soon as the door clicked shut, I collapsed onto the couch, running a hand through my hair, trying to steady my breathing. What the hell just happened?

I knew one thing for sure. I had to get out of this twisted mess—before it swallowed me whole. Pero paano?

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