Confession

Fiona’s POV

“Must be one of the students, we need to be careful Fiona, I don’t want you to get into trouble because of me” he muttered.

“I like it when you care, it reminds me of old days,” I felt my face flush red after saying those words, and a smile curved up his face.

The moment the door clicked shut behind him,

Jalen stood behind his desk, hands trembling and restless, as if just seeing me had unsettled everything he’d tried to control. A part of me loved knowing I had some sort of control over him.

I stepped forward, trying my best to keep my gaze on him. “Jalen… tell me how you feel. Please. What do you want? I can do whatever, this isn’t just a childhood crush, I know what I want, I’m not confused.” I muttered, my face twisted into a frown like I was holding in my tears.

“Just tell me you don’t want this, and I promise I’ll stop bothering you once and for all,”

He dragged a hand through his hair and let out a low, frustrated groan.

“You don’t understand, Fiona.”

His voice cracked. “I’ve been trying—God knows I’ve been trying—to protect you.”

“From what?” My heart hammered. “From you?”

“Yes,” he snapped. Then softer, defeated, “And from myself, and Marian, and your parents—for fuck sake your father will never forgive me if he knows any of this.”

I swallowed hard. “I really don’t care about my parents Jalen,” I muttered. “And you absolutely don’t have to protect me, I don’t need your protection I just need to know how you feel, why are you running away?”

He looked at me like he was finally breaking.

“Because I can’t get my mind off you,” he said. “Because I’ve tried to bury it, ignore it, starve it—but it doesn’t go away. Last night I nearly lost control.”

His eyes closed for a second.

“And when I got home… Marian noticed I wasn’t… myself anymore. I tried—I tried to be intimate with her just to be sure of what I feel but in the middle of everything, I…” He exhaled, shoulders dropping. “I called her your name.”

My eyes widened and my entire face flushed hot I could feel it in my bones.

I stared at him, my breath stuck in my throat.

His words sounded like a confession that made my stomach twist.

“You—called her my name?” I whispered.

He opened his eyes slowly, guilt swimming through them. “Yes. And she almost tore the house down because of it.”

My cheeks burned. My lips parted without permission.

Before I could think, my body moved forward on its own.

I leaned closer to him and brushed my lips against his.

The kiss was barely a breath, He inhaled me sharply but didn’t move. Then—he stepped away.

“Fiona…” His voice was tight. “Tell me what happened at the party with Jude?”

I blinked. “Jude?”

“Yes.” His jaw clenched. “He carried you from that lounge like he had rights over you. And you told me he tried to molest you. What happened? Tell me everything.”

My stomach twisted. My fingers curled into fists.

“Yeah, He tried to molest me,” I said quietly. “At the ball. That’s why I ran. He's always showed me some sort of affection, he once asked me to fuck him but I refused, I believe he only wanted to take advantage of my vulnerability when I got drunk. That’s why I ended up in the lounge.”

Jalen’s eyes went dark and dangerous, his fist clenched, and I could feel the rage in his eyes.

“What did he do?”

“He touched me without my permission,” I whispered. “He kept trying to pull me into a corner. I escaped. And this morning he… he threatened me.”

Jalen moved so fast his chair nearly toppled.

“What threat?”

“He took… a video of my body after Paris left,” I whispered, shame choking my voice. “And he said he’d post it on the school platform if I didn’t agree to date him.”

Jalen’s entire body froze, rage fuming all over him, he went silent for a moment like he was thinking of what action to display but he softened.

“Look at me,” His voice was low, and firm.

I raised my head to meet his gaze.

“Anytime you are in trouble,” he said, stepping closer, “you come to me—nobody threatens you. Nobody touches you. Do you understand?” he ordered, his cold soft hands holding my head in place

I nodded in response. My lips parted, my heart thumped loudly enough to echo in my mouth.

He cupped my cheek gently, tilting my face up to his. “Say it.” his voice thundered, and I felt a twitch between my thighs.

“I’ll come to you,” I breathed.

He exhaled then he pulled me back into a Hot, slow and desperate kiss that weakened my knees—like he’d been starving for me.

His arms wrapped around my waist, securing me tightly like I was a fragile egg, pulling me against him. My fingers slid up into his soft hair, and he angled my head, deepening the kiss until moans became uncontrollable. I melted into him, into his warmth, struggling to reach his height.

He seemed to notice my struggle and suddenly carried me, my legs wrapped around his waist as the kiss deepened even harder. His lips trailed down to the corner of my mouth, then back up again, tugging my lips between his teeth before pulling them softly. I've never imagined a kiss to be that good. his breath mingling with mine.

“Fiona…” he whispered against my lips, as though my name alone broke his entire principles.

I slid my hands along his chest, feeling his heartbeat crash against my hand. The room spun. My legs weakened. I didn’t even realize I was trembling until he held me tighter. We were completely lost.

After a few minutes, the door swung open—familiar voices echoed behind it and my eyes widened.

I stumbled back, breathless, fingers still tingling where they’d touched him. Good thing my hand was already on the doorknob, ready to leave before anyone could see. I wasn't only shocked at the fact that we had untangle on time before the door flung open, my greatest shock stood before me.

My mother, my father, and Marian… right beside them. My entire body froze, my eyes widened—my heart stopped.

“Mum? Dad?” I murmured.