LOGINFABIOLA. The bodyguard who had almost gotten into a fight with Lan at the beach house was the one to stop the staring game. “Don’t you think you’re leaning in too much?” He grunted. He didn’t like Lan and I could tell it was mutual. Lan glared at him before looking back at me. “I see,” he picked up his glass and sprang to his feet. “Have a great night Fabiola.”I watched him walk away and my heart ached. Why should I feel guilty? I’ve watched him from the corners for years now. Why was he choosing now that I was married to his uncle to reciprocate my feelings?Just when I thought the night couldn’t get any worse, I spotted Rose Hunter approaching me. Wealthy people's events are boring; they only drink wine and chat. “I knew I would find you here, VIP,” she teased, taking a seat. Her dress was too tight and far too exposed for a married woman. “I didn’t ask you to sit,” I pointed out. “I don’t need your permission.” Her voice dripped with venom. “Why would I? Do you know how m
FABIOLA. “Hello.” His brown eyes took in my appearance. I liked his hair. I wanted to say hi, but my voice decided to disappear. I couldn’t find it, so I just waved at him. He cocked his head to the side and kept watching me, drinking in my look. “Want to come in?” I opened the door wider. It took him a while to respond. “I fear I can’t.” His eyes said what his mouth couldn’t and my cheeks heated. “It’s past eight; we’re late.” He slipped his phone into his pocket and offered me his hand. “Come.”I placed my hand on his and stepped out of the room. I had one mission today; have more conversations with him. He knows more about me than I do about him.“You like being late.” I chose to start a chat with that. He spared me a glance and smirked. “Unintentionally sometimes.” His responses gained a smile from, while I thought of the next words to say. The amount of top-tier rides lined up at the entrance waiting for him made me a bit nervous. I may have begun to forget the fact tha
FABIOLA. He licked off his orgasm and mine too. He was wild and I loved it. He fell next to me on the bed when he was done; he held me close to him, my back turned to him as his breath fanned my neck. “I’m retiring.” He broke the peaceful silence, his huge fingers finding their way to my hair, caressing. He wasn’t going to speak about what we just did. Was he mad at himself? Why was I overthinking this? “There’ll be a little party; I'd like you to come.”I wanted to turn to look at him but he held me in place. “Just give me your answer, you troublemaker.”Trouble maker?“But I want to see your face.”“Why?”“I want to know how you’re feeling.”“I’m smitten.” His words attacked my heart. “I’m pussified! Happy now?”I chuckled and I heard him do too. “You said if we do this, I’m yours.” My courage slipped in. “Mhmmm.”“Are you mine?”“Isn’t that fairly obvious, Four Eyes? You’ve made a mess of me!”I tried to turn again and he stopped me again. “Would you come?”“Yes, of cours
TOBIAS. I lifted the sweatshirt above her head to see the inner singlet she had on. Her boobs were peeking from the little fabric; she had no bra on. Oh good lord. I would get her satisfied, but I wasn’t having sex. I shouldn’t care that she was mad earlier, but it was haunting me. “Come here.”I pulled her in for a kiss and she melted into me like she was created for me, pushing me to the edge. I deepened the kiss and it became rough. I lifted her feet off the floor and she wrapped her little legs around my torso. I gave her tits a little squeeze and she moaned in response. I led her to the bed and laid over, dragging her sweatpants down roughly. She had panties on, much to my satisfaction. I wanted to go down on her so bad but I feared that I'd lose my well-laid-out plan and actually fuck the hell out of her. Her little body couldn’t take my size; I would break her. I took my position between her legs, kneeling on the bed, letting my dick out. She was panting and watching m
FABIOLA. He leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear as he groaned. “Oh Fabiola, I don’t do sex.”“Why?” I wanted to see his eyes, but he made it impossible. There was silence before he spoke again. “You can’t handle my needs, Fabiola.”I bit my lips so hard that they almost bled. Stupid me. “I bet Rose can.”“Oh, not again.” He stepped back to look me in the eye. “I would place you on that bed and fuck you so hard that your tiny body will give up.”“It won’t.”“I. Will. Not.” It was more like he was saying that to himself than to me. I felt rejected, unwanted. Why on earth would he even want to have sex with me? “You can place five guards on me; ten would be okay.”He read my feelings through my eyes and muttered my name. “Fabiola.” He could really see through me. I made my way out of the room and he didn’t try to stop me. Stepping into my room, I slammed the door shut and had a quick shower to calm my nerves. I slipped into bed and grabbed a book, trying not to think about
FABIOLA. “Why do you think that I like you?” I looked ahead at the professor, my cheeks heating up in embarrassment. “Because I’m no dummy,” he voiced. I gave him a proper look, finding it hard to break the news that I wasn’t a fan girl of his anymore. “And why do you like me?”That question was the bomb. My heart palpitated as I waited for a response.“What’s there not to like Fab, and why are you responding to my questions with more questions?”“And that should be all!” Sulzman interrupted the dreadful conversation. “The history of Norelin runs deeper than you think. I would be waiting for more research; that is your first assignment for this class.”“He throws assignments whenever he doesn’t have answers to questions.” Lan let me know and that was all he said before he rose from the seat. He was obviously mad, but about what? He wants me to tell Tobias I have a crush on him. Why?In the back seat of the car, on my drive home; I scrolled through the internet and came across Ro







