Novels by authorelena7

BLAIR'S POVI woke up the next day and checked my e-mails. As expected, I had received one from Gary Kent last night."Hello Blair and David!First of all, thank you both once again for your enthusiasm today at the interviews! I'm sure I chose the right people for the job.As I already explained to you both, I'll expect you to work Mondays, Wednesday, and Fridays from 6 P.M to around midnight, but these first few days I'll just be explaining my new collection from top to bottom and go over each piece that I'll want to create, so you'll be leaving earlier.The address of my studio is: 264 Jennings Rd. 5th floor.You don't need to bring any materials with you, only some comfortable clothes you don't mind staining (since you're painters I assume it's your entire closet ahahah).If you have any questions please send me a text. I'll leave my phone number attached (I hate e-mails, they're so formal).Alright, that's all I got for you guys. See you on tomorrow!Take care!PS: If you call me

FELIX'S POV"Blair, we need to talk." I said as I fired up the car engine. The parking lot was empty at that time, so my anxiousness was at bay. However, I was still vigilant. If any faculty member saw me, I wasn't sure if I could give a justifiable reason why a student of mine was in my car at 8 o'clock at night."I think we do." He said softly, a hint of nervousness in his voice.I don't know what took over me in my office, but all I could see was him. He consumed me, body and mind, and even though I was the one in control, ironically, I felt like I had lost it, like I had completely surrendered to my most primal desires. I had been battling with my mind, convincing myself that the attraction I felt for him was nothing serious, that I could easily see him every day and suppress my irrational, damning emotions.For as hard as I tried to stay away, he pulled me in, and I didn't want it to stop.When I sent him the text telling him that I was in my office, deep down I knew what would h

After my response, something sparked in him. Swiftly, he pinned both my hands above my head, taking me by surprise. He looked me in the eyes, his gaze piercing through me."There's probably nobody on this floor at this hour, but I'm not taking any chances. You'll have to be quiet for once, Mr De Montmorency. Do you think you can manage that?"The look of desire on his face made my stomach flip and my knees tremble. With one hand gripping my wrists and the other trailing down my body, I was completely entranced by his beauty. His wild hair, his strong shoulders, his confident hands, his wide chest, all of him was consuming me.His free hand found its way under my trousers. I gasped when he brushed his fingers against my throbbing dick inside my pants."Tell me to stop and I'll stop." He said gently, diving into my neck, kissing my skin.I couldn't believe this was actually happening. Finally having sex with a fellow man.He grazed his middle finger softly over the middle of my pants. I

Blair’s pov.I pulled out my phone as I walked slightly behind the other students who were exiting the building. I opened a new text, excitement taking over my body.BLAIR: I have news. Where are you?Just before I had time to put my phone away, it lit up.DR REYNOLDS: My office.The two-word message was enough to convince me to go there. It felt right to give him the news in person. I also had a strange feeling that he was perhaps behind this: did Dr Reynolds give Mr Kent a hint as to which student to choose? No, he didn't seem like the type of professor who did that, especially given our... complicated stance.One thing I was certain of, our conversation at the museum was a contributing factor to Gary's decision.I headed upstairs to the last floor. I remembered the last time I had been there, when I showed Dr Reynolds my painting. I shuddered, trying to forget how harshly he had treated me.I adjusted my trousers, pulling them up, before I knocked on his office door. He softly said

"Alright everybody," Gary Kent said, clapping his hands and rubbing them together. "Thanks so much for being here today, I really appreciate it. So, this is how this is gonna work: I'll call you one by one until I've spoken to all of you. I think I'll be able to give you an answer at the end of the interviews, but we'll see. There aren't many of you, so this should be quick."Gary was an interesting guy. When compared to Professor Reynolds, he didn't command the same respect, he didn't talk in an intimidating way or even gave the impression that he was indeed older than us. He looked very jovial, his energy easing everyone. He made us feel like we were just going to have a chat as opposed to a formal interview. I liked that.One by one, the students were called. I sat on the corridor floor, leaning against the wall. The rest of the students that were waiting spoke among themselves, but I chose to use that waiting time to set up an account on a private tutoring website. I had thought a

BLAIR’S POVI woke up feeling refreshed and well rested, which was odd given what had happened the day before between Dr Reynolds and I. Maybe the conversation we had at the gate put me at ease, and the text we shared that night only made me realize that maybe what we had done wasn't that bad. After all, he didn't seem mad or distant. He was quite the opposite actually.But the more I thought about it, the more I wondered if there was something about him that explained his composure. I think it's probably because he’s gay, and he’s used to to kissing fellow men.When I made my way to the bathroom to get ready for the day, I decided I'd put a little more effort into my appearance. I opted for fitted dark jeans and a crisp button-down shirt which I tucked in. I styled my hair neatly and applied cologne.After making a quick breakfast, I headed out the door, eager to get to Dr Reynolds' class. I had done all the readings and was feeling strangely confident.Maybe it was the text we share

Asher went still above me. The silence that followed was worse than any growl. His eyes narrowed, cold and unreadable, as if he was deciding whether the plea amused him or simply irritated him further. "Ashe...",“No.”The single word landed like a slap.He released my thigh only long enough to fist the edge of the towel and yank it free in one brutal motion. Cool air rushed over my bare skin. The black fabric was tossed aside without a glance. I made a broken sound and tried to cover myself, but he caught both wrists again and pinned them above my head with one hand, forcing my body fully open beneath him."You don’t bargain with me,” he said, voice still flat, almost bored. “You don’t get ‘just tonight.’ You get what I decide you get.” His free hand dragged down my side, rough and proprietary, settling heavily on my hip. “Naked. Every night. Starting now.”I twisted hard, breath coming in furious, uneven pants. “Asher… this is fucked. We’re both men. Both straight. I don’t want this

After listening to Asher’s threat, I chose not to reply him.I just turned and walked toward the only other door in the room. My bare feet made almost no sound on the dark wood. The bathroom door opened under my hand with a soft click, and I stepped inside, shutting it firmly behind me.The space was larger than I expected. Black marble floors stretched underfoot, cool against my skin. A freestanding tub of dark stone sat beneath a wide window, the shower was a glass-walled expanse of matte black tile and brushed steel, dual rainfall heads gleaming under recessed lights. A long vanity of the same dark wood as the bedroom held two sinks, a precise row of bottles, and a single black towel folded with military neatness. The air still carried the faint scent of his soap, pine and something sharper mixed with steam that had long since faded.I did not turn on the water.I crossed to the closed toilet lid and sat down hard, elbows on my knees, head in my hands. The marble was freezing throu

Asher followed me the moment I was thrown into his room. The heavy door slammed shut behind us, the sound echoing off the walls like a final verdict. For a second I just stood there, breath still uneven from the guards’ rough grip, and took in the space I had never been allowed to enter before.It was nothing like the sparse guest room they had locked me in. This place felt larger, darker, and heavier with power. Dark wood paneling covered the walls, polished to a deep sheen that reflected the low fire burning in the stone hearth. A massive four-poster bed dominated one side of the room, the black sheets pulled tight and military-neat.Heavy curtains blocked most of the moon light, leaving only the fire and a single desk lamp to cast long shadows across the floor. The scent of him, pine, steel, and something darker hung thick in the air, impossible to escape. Books lined one wall in perfect order. A leather armchair sat near the fireplace. Everything was expensive, and unmistakably hi

After my words, before Calla could react, I twisted her arm behind her back, shoving her toward the wall. She let out a strangled yelp, her bravado crumbling as she realized she had underestimated me."Let her go!" one of her friends shouted, but I turned my glare on her, and she froze, fear flashing across her face. They didn't learn a lesson last time.Calla squirmed in my grip, but I tightened my hold, leaning in close so only she could hear me. "You think you can humiliate me? Hurt me? You're nothing but a coward hiding behind Asher's shadow. So useless."Her struggles became more frantic, but I didn't relent. I wanted her to feel the helplessness she had tried to force on me. To know that I wasn't someone she could toy with."Apologize," I demanded, my voice cold as ice. Calla snarled, her pride still clinging to life. "Never," she spat."Wrong answer," I said, slamming her hand against the wall hard enough to make her cry out again. "Try again." Her friends were frozen, too scar

I laid on the bed as the lock clicked shut behind by the warriors. Asher ordered them to close it from behind but I had a feeling that Rhea will open it soon so I didn't argue with them.While down on the bed, I wrapped my arms around myself and stared at the wall. Everything replayed in sharp pieces: the fallen tree on the border, the way the mate bond had tried to pull my eyes back to him even while I hated him, the promise that he would kill me once he was finished with me. Calla’s name on his tongue like a blade. My parent’s death sitting heavy in my chest, the only reason I had not kept running until my lungs gave out. I needed to stay alive. I needed to stay long enough to make them pay. Just as l was lost in my reverie , l heard the door creak open but I didn't make a move. I wasn’t ready to face whoever he or she was. It was either Rhea or Asher.Every muscle was locked, waiting and listening until I heard those footsteps. Multiple sets. Heels clicking against the wooden floo

“I needed air and food” I muttered, eyes darting anywhere but him. “You didn’t exactly say I couldn’t leave the house.” I added quickly.“And you thought running into the woods at night was wise?”“I wasn’t running.” I hated how defensive my voice sounded. “I just… needed space and food.”His jaw flexed as soon as I said so. “Space,” he echoed, almost like the word offended him. “From what?”I met his eyes then, despite the tremor working its way through my chest. “From you.” I blurted out. For a fleeting moment, I thought I saw something flicker behind his expression, something that was probably anger and it didn’t vanish.“Did you forget your place?,” he said, his tone sharp enough to slice the air between us.“I remember it all too well,” I shot back, bitterness spilling before I could stop it. “But that’s the problem.”He moved before I could blink. One second he was a few paces away, the next his hand was around my arm.“I know you think that you will successfully run away from m