Nineteen-year-old Namora Mursings has fallen in love with her married teacher, Mr. Vincent Williams. Knowing the consequences of her infatuation, she still decides to pursue him.
Vincent takes her for a troubled girl still on an identity quest and w...
Heavily unedited. Sorry for the late updates! Currently I'm not writing because I have to focus on my assignments. Thanking you for your patience! Mated to a Married Man will be updated once I'm free.
NEVER FIT THE PUZZLES TOGETHER.
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"I need my privacy!" I yell, slamming the door shut as I bound down the steps, running away from my house. Anxious to reach school and meet a certain professor.
I roll my eyes when I hear the yelling continue within that little hell, glad that I had my escape before the outburst. It's tiring to deal with drama everyday. I'm sure the neighbors wish we didn't exist.
Humming a tune to myself, I run down the pavement, crossing every road like I have nine lives to spend.
I can't be blamed, I'm a reckless youth. Like most people. I'm just a bit more reckless than most.
As I look up at the sky, I squint at the sunny rays that descend upon me, as if bestowing me with the light.
Then I hear a few honks on my right and I turn to see who has disrupted my little moment.
A smile breaks out on my face when I see Daniel waving at me enthusiastically from within his small beetle, a dazzling toothy grin adorning his pretty face.
My heart hurts being witness to his beauty. I wish I had even a half of that, I would have died happy.
"Mind if I kidnap you and take you to my basement?" He asks, wiggling his eyebrows.
A hearty laugh rips out of me— leave it to him to freely flaunt his dark humor.
"Only if you read a book by Shakespeare to me everyday."
He makes a face, "as if I don't get enough of that little bastard in class, I'm going to dream about him in my sleep if I do that."
I pout, "so is that a no?"
"Aww, well, I can't resist that face, can I? I guess Shakespearean nightmares about díck jokes and cross-dressing boys are worth it," he puckers his lips, stopping his car.
I open the door, hopping in, "you live around here?" My mood just seems to be getting better and better.
"Yep, a few blocks away. First time I see you around here, though," he pulls on the gear stick, driving off.
"Well I'm an introvert, so you can leave it to me to not come out of the house unless I really need to."
Adding the fact that I'm not independent enough to move around by myself because I've been sheltered all my life, and the fact that I can't bear the suffocating environment at home, school is my release from that chaos.
Not that he needs to know. Stuff like that is reserved to secrecy... and perhaps, to Mr. Williams, if we're able to get closer.
