LOGINShut your bitch ass up!" I hissed, my face turning the color of a ripe tomato."I had to order a brand-new clothe this morning just because of you," Aaron continued smoothly, stepping even closer until I could feel the heat radiating off his body. “To answer your other questions: I'm here tonight to remind you that we're working on the project together. As for your address, did you forget who I am? I'm Aaron Adams. I can get whatever information I want. And your dad? He actually helped me out once a few months ago when my car broke down on the way to campus. He told me his daughter was also attending the same uni when he asked me the name of my school.He was super friendly, so we exchanged names."Aaron leaned in close, his voice turning cold and sharp. "Why did you pick up my call at the hotel last night, huh? I should punish you right here for that stunt. But since you're on your 'woman thing' today, I'll let you off the hook for a little while."My eyes widened a little in shock
Isabella grabbed my arm the second I sat down, her eyes wide with shock. "Jess! What on earth just happened to your hair?! And I hope you heard what the supervisor just said?”I sighed heavily, leaning my head against the desk, and narrated the entire crazy morning to her from Emilian burning my tickets at the dump site to the epic catfight in the dirt.By the time I finished, Isabella looked like she was about to explode with rage."I am going to buy a baseball bat," Isabella whispered fiercely, her fists clenched tight. "I don't care about suspension. I am going to find Emilian and finish the job."I couldn't even laugh. Throughout the rest of the day's lectures, I wasn't myself at all. My mind kept drifting back to my burnt tickets, the ruined concert, and the fact that I was now forced to spend the entire semester working closely with Aaron Adams.By the time the afternoon bell rang, I felt completely exhausted.Casper was waiting for me outside in the family SUV, and the quiet dr
I didn't rush.Instead, I took all the slow motion in the world to walk toward the trio standing by the metal dumpster, just like those dramatic slow-mo scenes in Indian movies. It was already way too late to save the tickets. By the time I reached them, the paper scraps were completely unrecognizable,just black, smoking ash blowing away in the wind.I slowly raised my head, locking my eyes onto Emilian. The very first thought that flashed through my mind was to strangle her with my bare hands until her face turned blue.Behind her, her two little lackeys, Chloe and Brittany, were busy whispering to each other, giggling like absolute idiots as if this whole thing was a hilarious joke.I stopped right in front of Emilian, my voice dropping into a terrifying, dead calm."Emilian," I said slowly. "Which death do you prefer?"She blinked, her arrogant smile faltering just a fraction. "What are you talking about, you psycho?""Is it death by hanging?" I continued, stepping closer. "By car
The next morning, I honestly didn't even want to go to school. My body felt like it had been run over by a truck, and the memory of the night before made my cheeks burn hot. But Isabella had texted me early, reminding me that today was the big day. Our strict final year project supervisor was finally coming to class to announce our official teams.Even though Isabella had warned me that Aaron had probably already rigged the list behind the scenes, the supervisor hadn't made the official announcement yet, and we couldn't afford to miss it.I sat up on my bed and checked my phone. My notifications were still going crazy. When I opened the group chats, I saw that people were still using my custom stickers,the ones of me getting spanked and walking away from the court. But strangely, I didn't feel as humiliated anymore. Now that I had deleted the blackmail video from Aaron's phone, the heavy anchor tied around my neck was gone. I felt like a celebrity, famous for all the wrong reasons, bu
Slowly, I turned around, squinting through the dim parking lot lights. Standing near a parked black SUV was a guy with sharp, quiet features and messy dark hair. Nate Davidson. One of Aaron’s inner-circle gang. But unlike Reed or the other loud jocks, Nate always seemed different. He was the quietest of the five guys,Aaron, Reed, Hayes, and himself. He rarely spoke up in class, kept to himself mostly, and wasn't nearly as loud or obnoxious as the others. Wait. Was Nate just now arriving at the party when it was already completely over? Or had he been hiding out upstairs the whole time? I sized him up quickly, pulling the oversized jacket tighter around my shoulders. "Uhh... well..." I stammered, trying to find my voice. "Yeah, they... they surely are his." Nate raised an eyebrow, stepping closer under the amber glow of the parking lot light. He didn't look drunk at all. In fact, his eyes were sharp, calm, and entirely sober. "Care to explain why you're walking out of Aaron's pen
The thin silk of my dress ripped with a sharp, ugly tear."Hey! Let me go!" I gasped, thrashing beneath him as Aaron's hand shot out with terrifying strength, grabbing one of my bare breasts right through the torn fabric.He didn't hesitate. Before I could even swing my arm to hit him, Aaron leaned down, his mouth latching onto my other breast while his fingers pinched and rolled the sensitive skin of the first. A hot, traitorous shiver shot straight down my spine, making my breath catch in my throat."Stop it! Get off me, Aaron!" I screamed, shoving my hands against his chest with all my might.But it was like trying to push a brick wall. For being completely drunk just five minutes ago, Aaron suddenly possessed a terrifying, overwhelming strength. The alcohol seemed to have turned him into an aggressive animal. The harder I pushed, the rougher he got, determined to completely subdue me.With a swift, practiced movement, he grabbed both of my wrists, pinned them firmly against the ma







