Chapter 6

ETHAN

~Sometimes, the truth you've always known could be a lie all along~

“Dear master, I'm on heat, and the only way I'll feel better is by pinning you beneath me.”

His deep baritone voice lingered in my ears like black smoke. Even as I stepped into college after skipping classes for a whole week, It still haunted me.

I'd always hated walking through the busy hallway. Now, I could literally feel some curious eyes burning holes into my back, making my skin prickle with unease.

I was the odd one. The lean guy who was always stuck with his books. The golden student. The one who never skipped a single class, but I broke my records now, didn't I?

He fucking made me do it.

Their curious glances made me bump into some tall shit. He shot me a ‘watch it' look and I shrugged, mouthing an apology as I headed straight for my first class on the list.

Suddenly, my body was squashed like some tomato stacked with a few others. Ladies began pushing me, eager to rush over to the front, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes in frustration.

A particular blonde kept running her tits over my arm—by mistake of course—and I couldn't help but grin.

This wasn't so bad, alright?

“OMG! He's so fucking handsome.”

“He literally looks like a Greek god! Hell, I can't wait to get my paws on him.”

It was obviously some new student shit.

The crowd was slowly clearing up, a relief.

I didn't care about the new student—didn’t care about the activities in school, so I headed towards Prof. Meadows class, until I heard a statement. A statement that should be a coincidence. It had to be.

Silver hair with icy blue eyes could belong to anyone.

It didn't strictly belong to him.

Something in me kept clawing at my chest, urging me to attend the class rather than feed my burning curiosity, but my legs just kept moving faster. Eager.

I'd left Killan in bed.

He tried sniffing me again, but I angrily pushed him away. He wasn't even awake when I left.

How could he—

My thoughts evaporated as my gaze locked on the athletic young man leaning on a brown locker, a cocky smirk playing on his full lips. He was clothed in something that definitely wasn't mine. Black leather blazers, black pants, his silver hair much more defined and smooth.

And there was something about his eyes. Dark. Icy. Lifeless. They were staring at me.

My legs threathed to give out, the weight of his gaze pinning me in place. Something about his eyes made me want to get the hell outta here. I stepped back. His smirk widened.

What the hell was he doing in my college hallway?

And how did he become a new student?

I'd have loved to ask him the fucking question right now, but not when ladies were all trying to have a conversation with him. He was buried in the crowd, their eyes dragging over him with insane hunger.

I'd get more time with him alone.

‘I definitely have to talk to him’

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Upon getting into class, my mind was completely shitty and messy.

My eyes trailed towards Alicia, her slender arm clutching my bestfriend’s, and this fiery flame ignited again. It felt like the fresh pain of betrayal was peeled open, making me realize I wasn't just hurt by Alicia, I also couldn't accept the fact that Jamie had stabbed me in the back.

I ripped my gaze from them, nodding at the ginger haired fella grinning at me. Liam.

I settled in my front seat, watching as Liam leaned over my table.

“Buddy.” He grinned, wriggling his brows, “heard about the new student girls are fussing over?” Liam asked in his usual observative voice, and it took everything in me to not ask him to fuck off.

Liam was just about the same height as Killan. We'd known each other for a pretty long time, long enough to know my lack of interest in girls.

Since he was leaning so close, his curly ginger hair obstructed my vision, “You're not saying anything.” He quipped, noticing I was zooming off, and maybe I was, because…Killan suddenly strode in, commanding the whole room with his suffocating presence.

And fuck it, he was striding torwards me.

He was fucking approaching me.

I sank my nails into my flesh as he slipped into the seat next to me. “You didn't wait for breakfast, Master.” he teased, completely ignoring Liam.

Liam gave me a be-careful-around-him stare before walking away.

As soon as Liam was out of sight, I grabbed Killan's wrist, almost bruising his skin. “What the heck do you think you're doing here?” I snapped, my voice a soft whisper, “you shouldn't be here.”

Killan gave me a hurtful look, like his heart was being squeezed, “I should be with Master every time.”

“That's not going to work this time.” I gritted out, “tell me the truth or—”

I was forced to swallow up my words due to Professor Meadow's presence. I loosened my grip on Killan's wrist and he smirked.

I'd always enjoyed Professor Meadows class, but with this predator right next to me, it was starting to get uncomfortable. I couldn't focus on my notes nor listen to the professor's voice.

Killan was too close.

So fucking close, his scent was messing with my entire system.

I endured professor Meadow's class and about two other lectures before walking up to the cafeteria for lunch, and fun fact? Killan was there, his gaze sinking deep into my bones, his presence like acid peeling my skin.

Fury coiled in my chest at how much my body reacted to his mere gaze.

Strangely, his voice still echoed in my ears again.

I clutched my tray and headed to a table far away from him.

I just wanted to fucking get away from him. From everyone.

By the time school was over, my head was a mess. But Travis would have my ass if I didn't come for my shift. St. Travis’s restaurant was where I worked, it was the only thing that kept me from being kicked out of my apartment.

So much for being an orphan. If my parents were here, It'd definitely be a different scenario.

I missed watching my mum smile as she basked under the warmth of the sun, I missed hearing my dad tell her how beautiful she was—but everything went down during a plane crash.

It still hurts. Badly. But I'd survived.

I changed my clothes upon getting in through the back door.

“Serve the first table, Ethan. You came late.” My boss snapped, shoving a silver tray in my hands. I glanced at the single glass of coffee resting on the tray and tightened my grip on it, “whatever you say, boss.”

I got out of the kitchen and walked towards the first table, but upon seeing the same smirk plastered on someone I badly wanted to escape from, I froze.

He smirked at me.

He fucking smirked at me.

And what the hell was he doing at my workplace?