Was Mira Really Expelled?

Clara James POV

A strange, intense feeling.

Adrian Cole stood in place, but I felt his hand lifting my skirt.

I opened my eyes wide and looked at him, scared. "Mr. Cole, please stop…"

He looked at me coldly, raising his left eyebrow. He nodded toward the wound in the middle of my thigh. I didn’t dare touch myself. What he did yesterday made me afraid of everything.

"There’s a wound on your thigh."

Between gasps, I whispered, "You could have just told me."

He said coldly, lifting my skirt, "And would you have let me? I can disinfect it."

I said nervously, "Don’t touch me!"

But he went on with his work. I said impatiently, "Mr. Cole, didn’t you hear me?"

He ordered sharply, his gaze fierce, making my heart pound. "Shut your mouth."

The wound was close to my inner thigh. When his hand touched me, my body trembled from the cold touch of his fingers.

A moan escaped my lips as he applied the disinfectant. Adrian looked at me; his eyes darkened. Then he lowered his gaze to my thigh. Sitting in front of me, between my legs, one tattooed hand cleaning my wound, the other gently holding my other thigh.

"I’ll be done soon," he said coldly.

I nodded. His hand began drawing circles on my right thigh, sending shivers down my legs. My femininity tightened at his touch.

My eyes grew heavy from his caresses. I think he noticed, because he smiled slightly and squeezed my thigh harder than before.

I gasped lightly, quickly covering my mouth with my hands.

He shifted his gaze between my sleepy eyes, smiling slyly, then straightened up.

"Finished," he said mockingly, looking at me.

"Thank you, old man," I said tiredly. I saw him raise an eyebrow in surprise and amusement at my last words.

He stepped back to leave. I stood up, but I still sat, touching my feet in pain.

"Am I staying here alone?"

Just as my old man was about to climb the stairs, I called gently, "Mr. Cole, can you help me to my room?"

I blinked innocently at him. He turned his body to climb.

"Adrian, please just take me to my room. I won’t ask anything else."

He turned his head in surprise that I called him by name. I blinked, faking innocence. "Please…"

I begged, and he smiled widely as he approached. I stood in front of him, looking at him with confused eyes. I gasped in fear as he lifted me… my backside facing his face.

"Oh my God," I said, hitting his back.

"You could carry me like a human, I’m not a sack of tomatoes," I added, hitting his hand at the end of my words.

"You asked for help," he said, climbing the stairs. He headed to my room, opening the door with one hand, dropping me on the bed roughly.

"Damn my back…" I muttered, clutching it in pain. Adrian stood in front of me, his massive body, his gaze unreadable.

"Thank you," I said coldly. He hummed, still standing in place.

"Can I ask you something, Mr. Cole?" I asked nervously, scared of his reaction.

He hummed calmly, encouraging me to speak. Standing tall, hands in his pockets, I lowered my gaze, gripping my skirt tightly. He exhaled softly.

"Why did you do that to me?"

I looked up at him. He stared into the distance, lost in thought. He almost spoke until the ringtone of his phone interrupted him. He put the phone to his ear.

"I’m coming," he said coldly, hanging up. He rushed out of my room, closing the door behind him.

When I heard him lock it too, I exclaimed, "What the hell are you doing, Mr. Cole!"

I shouted after him loudly.

"Stay here and sleep," he commanded.

I yelled again, but he ignored me and left. I threw my head on the pillow, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

"The eye! Why did he lock my room, damn it…"

I muttered, opening my phone. Many messages from Ethan and Natalie:

"Clara, what happened?"

"Are you okay?"

"Why aren’t you replying?"

"Was Mira really expelled?"

I sat up when I saw the last message. "What are you saying, Ethan?!"

I quickly replied, then went to Natalie’s chat while waiting for Ethan’s response.

"I like your style, bitch."

"Answer quickly!"

"Claraaa!"

"Are you dead?!"

I laughed at her messages, but the laughter died when I read the last one:

"A murder happened in our neighborhood, bitch!"

I sat up straighter. Her message was from ten minutes ago.

"What!?" I sent in shock. Seconds later, she replied:

"Finally, the bear woke from its sleep."

"Natalie, that doesn’t matter now. Did a murder really happen here?"

"Yes, they found a girl brutally raped, then stabbed ten times."

I widened my eyes in shock. "You’re joking, right?"

"If you don’t believe me, stick your head out the window."

I turned quickly to the window and ran toward it. I saw many police cars.

"Oh my God, that’s scary."

I sent her a crying emoji. "My dad won’t let me go outside until…"

"Should I go see the scene?" she wrote excitedly.

"Are you crazy?" she replied.

"Natalie, I’ll go down and check. Are you coming with me?"

"I advise you not to. The body is still there."

I frowned in annoyance. "I’ll go down. Bye."

I closed my phone, changed clothes quickly, wearing a simple T-shirt and shorts, and put a cap on my head so Adrian Cole wouldn’t recognize me.

I opened the window, sticking my head out. The height was a bit high, but I couldn’t miss this event. I thought it would stop me from going down.

I muttered as I swung my body out of the window, gripping the ledge and taking a deep breath before jumping. "Clara, be brave!"

I muttered, looking down at the ground, trying to motivate myself. Suddenly, I heard a familiar voice.

"You crazy girl!"

I looked down toward the voice. It was Natalie standing below.

"Natalie, catch me!"

I jumped toward her. She caught me, and we both fell to the ground.

"My head…" she groaned, holding her head in pain. I moved away and straightened up.

"Come on, quickly, let’s go," I said, taking her hand to help her up. Natalie stood in front of me, asking in surprise, "Why did you jump out the window? Isn’t your dad here?"

I rolled my eyes in annoyance. "Some old jerk stopped me and locked my room."

She smiled widely. I bumped my shoulder against hers. "Was he the handsome guy who carried you at school?"

She raised her eyebrows mischievously. My eyes trembled nervously. "Did you see us?"

She asked teasingly, "How dumb are you? Everyone talks about you, and you’re that famous detective…"

I tapped my forehead lightly. "Is he really that famous?"

She said confidently, "He’s more famous than BLACKPINK."

"Natalie, shut up. I don’t want to talk about that old man."