“Mr. Sam, I need you to come down to my office in the next five minutes. It's urgent.” Principal Churchill's voice was curt and clipped at the other end of the line. Almost like she was thunder about to crack.My brows shot up as I swung my legs off the sofa to the floor, pushing the bowl of ice-cream I had on my lap on the center table. “Wait you're serious? I don't work for you anymore.”“This isn't about working for me, I need you to get the hell down here as fast as possible. You've got a lot on your plate to explain.”As soon as she'd said that it dawned on me. That the reason for this urgency could be connected largely to the fact that I witnessed her son commit a serious crime last week, and did nothing about it. She was going to serve up a whole shit-storm on me the minute I stepped into that office and I'd be dumb if I allowed her treat me like dirt even after I was no longer working for her. I'd already applied for jobs in New York and had interviews piled up next month.I t
“Fucking hell,” Ryan muttered, his arm extended above my shoulder, propped on the wall I was leaning on. He ran his other hand through his hair, frustrated. I nodded, rounding off my take on what'd just transpired between me and Mummy Dearest in her office. My breaths were unsteady, I couldn't get her threats out of my head because I very well knew what she was capable of. Ryan had to act fast. He couldn't give in to his anger at this crucial time, and he knew it. Rubbing his face and shaking his head, his gaze moved between me and the school building. We were in my car, behind the biology lab, close to the student parking lot.“But what the fuck, man. I told you not to follow me. that you could get dragged into this whole shit.”“Look, I was worried okay? Besides, you didn't give me cogent reasons why you needed to leave minutes after midnight. That sparked my curiosity and I had to follow you. After all, you know practically everything about me. Where I live, what I ate for breakfa
Ryan didn't come back to my apartment that day. He didn't text, nor call either. Well, I half expected it, seeing as his mind was all truly made up. He was leaving for New York for good, without me.I couldn't sleep, nor did I have an appetite to eat anything. I just sat, moping into the distance, a million thoughts racing through my head. Where I'd go from here, if what I'd done was right, if Ryan missed me, if I'd never see him again...so many things. My chest lurched painfully whenever I thought back to the last time he held me in his arms, and that seem to trigger the tears to keep coming. God, I was so stupid. Really, really stupid.I'd reduced him to nothing. I'd overreacted and allowed Principal Churchill to truly emerge victorious. Now, as I recalled back our moments together, I realized I hadn't been a good lover, nor would I make a great boyfriend in the future either. I always wanted things to go my own way. I'd always disobeyed his instructions, despite the fact that he wa
“You're back so soon.”“I don't understand,” Ryan pushes me down on the bed in one effortless movement and attacked my lips. “I thought you wanted me to always return even earlier.”“Yes but still.” I giggle against his hot mouth. “I didn't expect you to take my words for it.”“What can I say? You're my undoing.” He breathes into my neck while his hands work my shorts off, causing my cock to spring out free, head smeared with precum. “God, I love your body.” Breathless giggles escape my lips and I arch my back while he trails hot kisses down my chest down to my navel then cock. I whimpered when he began sucking the tip, bobbing his head up and down to build up to deep-throating. God, the things this man does to me.“R-r-ryan...aster...” I moaned like a slut.He pulled back, mischief gleaming in his eyes, and the corner of his lips curled in an evil smirk. “What? What was that you said?”I rolled my eyes, my hard, needy cock making it difficult for me to negotiate with him further. “O
"I summoned you here, Mr. Cartwright because of the strings of complaints I received from the parents of the twelve graders about the mass failure recorded in the last Literature test. I trust your father must have told you all about our school's commendable reputation and how we treasure our grades more than anything else. Bless his heart, I'd like to know though if you're encountering any difficulties since the beginning of your temporary appointment here so I can...see where I can help out." Principal Churchill droned, lifting a perfectly manicured finger to stop her glasses from falling over the bridge of her stubby nose. I wrenched my attention from the office's monochromatic features and trophy case filled with awards the school had won to the fierce unsmiling lady watching me with a neutral gaze, her eyes narrowed. Shit. I hadn't been paying attention at all. "If you don't mind Ma'am, I was thinking – " "Mr. Cartwright." She interrupted me, drumming her fingers on the desk an
Fuck my life. Fuck today to Sunday and back. Fuck Principal Churchill’s boyfriend for being such a blind dunce. Choking my steering wheel and gasping in horror, I gripped the steering wheel tight, weighing the gravity of what I’d just done. Shit. Shit. SHIT! The hunk of a man sprawled in front of my jalopy, eyes closed and unmoving didn’t leave any room for doubt. I’d single-handedly sabotaged and ruined my last shot at a career prospect. Worse still, I’d become a murderer. Oh god. Ignoring my fight-or-flight adrenalin probing at me to hit the gas, assume an alias, flee to Mexico and change my name to Rico, I reluctantly got out of the car and trudged to the body still lying stiff on the floor. I knelt beside it, dipping my head to listen to his faint heartbeat. How was I ever going to pay for the funeral? Was there a chance he would live if I rushed him down to the hospital? Principal Churchill was going to kill me. Everyone couldn’t help but be up to date with Principal Church
“Where do you think you're going?” He growled, reaching out to grab me by the elbow and spinning me flush against his hot body, my boner hitting his. “We're not done here.”My eyes slipped down to his pink lips that looked unbelievably tempting right now, butterflies somersaulting and throwing a wild party in my stomach. The intense need rippling through me was crippling.Oh, God.I was hot and bothered by my top enemy number one's son. Only that Ryan wasn't only just Principal Churchill's spoilt bun. He was also a twisted angel sent to cut my short days in this school even shorter.There was gossip in the hallways of Royal Elite, a horrible incident confirmed by my father even, when I asked him. Ryan Churchill, while still a student in Royal Elite slept with a female teacher and got her pregnant. Mummy Dearest, blessed with a heart of stone threw her weight about and falsely accused the teacher of seducing Ryan and had her locked up for weeks, despite the latter's claim on his mistake
Here's all you needed to know about this sickening city known as Todos Santos: It's a glossy dot on a world map, but with an influence as big as the size of an elephant, hence it's home to most of the egoistical, wealthy, and entitled teenagers in the world with bank accounts larger than the whole of America. Backed by Principal Churchill's threat to have me fired, the students knew I couldn't fail them. Aside from losing this job, their parents had more than enough billions to strip me of my citizenship and banish me to Neptune where I'd freeze to death. These kids took advantage of the tight spot I was in, doing whatever crap they wanted in class, not much to my surprise though. I expected it.But two days after the incident with Principal Churchill and her darling son, things turned around for the better.I taught all six classes, and the first five of the day had the students so comported and attentive, I began to wonder if they'd been brainwashed or hypnotized to be that calm. Kno