Chapter 4: The Slap

By the time Helen was done packing a few of her clothes, she set the medicine in her school bag and prepared to leave the room. Tasha arrived and seemed shocked to see Helen was already prepared to leave the hostel.

"Helen, where on earth are you rushing off to?" Tasha asked, blocking Helen's path.

"Tasha, I do not have the time to explain. I have to hurry home now. It's urgent," Helen replied as she pushed past Tasha and dashed out of the room.

"Fine. Call me when you get home, and be careful out there," Tasha said as Helen hurried away.

"Alright," Helen replied. She made her way out of the hostel, carrying a black school bag on her shoulder while wearing a pair of black shoes and her blue dress. She walked out of the female hostel and made her way off the university grounds.

As Helen continued trekking, Samuel spotted her, as he had been searching for her. Although it was a bet, he couldn't help but want to speak with her.

He called out, "Helen!"

Helen froze as she turned to look at Samuel, who was hurrying over to meet her.

"What is it? What do you want from me?" Helen asked impatiently, as she was in a hurry to leave for the hospital. She couldn't believe that this bad boy was as brilliant as Mrs. Katherine had said.

Helen pondered, *Did Samuel pay Mrs. Katherine to hype him?*

She knew how influential Samuel was, and she didn't want to get close to him. Even senior students longed for his attention.

"Where are you off to, carrying a bag? Are you going home?" Samuel asked, his brows furrowed as he wondered where Helen was running off to.

"Stay away from me, Samuel!" Helen warned as she attempted to run away again, but Samuel caught her right hand and pulled her back to his chest.

Her body unexpectedly pressed against his hard frame, sending shivers down her spine, as no man had touched her before—not even her brothers.

Helen's older brother, Patrick, was ten years older than her. She was her mother's last child, a baby they hadn't expected to have after eighteen years of marriage.

Helen was 21 years old, her older brother Patrick was 31, and her mother, Rosemary, was 58.

"Stay away from me, Samuel!.I am warning you!" Helen slapped Samuel on his left cheek, after her chest had pressed against him.

Samuel's body was as hard as a rock, and he felt the huge size of Helen's breasts pressed against his chest. He caressed his left cheek, smiling as he watched her run away.

Samuel imagined how Helen would feel under him when he had her náked. He was no saint. He smiled, seeing other medical students in their department looking at him, waiting to see if he would attack Helen after she slapped him. But he left without saying anything or hurting her.

"I cannot believe that Samuel Kingston actually let that chubby nerd go. Why is he obsessed with chasing after that plus-sized girl?" some other female students gossiped amongst themselves.

Meanwhile, John had just stepped out of the university cafeteria when he saw Helen slap Samuel for holding her hand, and he didn't do anything to retaliate.

"Samuel is wasting his time and the bet on Helen. He should get prepared to pay me my 10 million," John said with a smile, thinking about other ways to get his revenge on Helen. He went back to the men's dormitory to find Samuel.

"Samuel, I cannot believe you let Helen leave after she publicly humiliated you and slapped you before the other medical students. Why not slap her back?" John asked aloud as he barged into the room.

Alex and Eric peered at John in shock.

"What? Helen did what? That chubby nerd? What's wrong with her? Samuel, how can you allow Helen to humiliate you publicly and just let her leave?" Eric asked, his voice laced with irritation.

Samuel smiled as he took off his white top and sniffed it. His shirt was automatically filled with Helen's lavender scent.

"What do you want me to do? Grab Helen and slap her back? Don't forget, I have a bet with John, and it's not like I am going to raise my hand to a woman," Samuel replied, his voice blunt as he turned to look at his three best friends, who were staring at him in shock.

"The deal is to get Helen, and I must get her. It's only a matter of time," Samuel said with a smile, and his three roommates glared at him as if he had lost his mind.

"I would have slapped Helen back if I were the one she had humiliated like that publicly. I still cannot see what fascinates you about that chubby nerd. She is not a genius either; she hasn't even created any medicine. She is only intelligent, yet as poor as a church rat," Eric spat.

Alex sighed and tapped his back.

"Just let them deal with the bet. You don't have to drag Helen's family background into it. It's not her fault that she was born into a poor home," Alex said. Having come from an average family before his father became rich, he didn't like to look down on anyone.

Eric glared at Alex and asked, "Have you suddenly developed a soft spot for Helen too? I cannot believe you have fallen for her charm. Get lost!"

Eric left the room, and the three men sighed.

"John, the bet is still on until next year. If I fail, I will pay you the money, but if I win, get ready to pay me off," Samuel said with a smirk.

"Hmm. I would like to see you lose the deal. How about we raise the bet to 15 million?" John asked with a smirk, and Alex's eyes widened in shock.

"What? You guys are crazy! What makes you think that Helen will agree? What if she never agrees to it, Samuel? Are you willing to lose 15 million for this? Where do you plan to get such money? Do you plan to ask your father?" Alex asked, his voice filled with concern as he stood up from his bed and walked between John and Samuel.

"You guys should call off this bet. Helen is not like other girls, and she will not fall for this. Samuel..." Alex looked at Samuel. "You shouldn't increase the bet or agree to John's offer."

Samuel's smile faded a little as he thought about how Helen had smacked him for pulling her back to his chest. However, the way his body felt—hard and filled with a primal desire to claim her—was something he had never felt before.

Samuel reasoned that he was going to get Helen. She could have felt the sparks too, as he recalled how her eyes widened in shock when their bodies touched and how her cheeks had turned red.

"Deal!" Samuel said, and Alex gasped, "What?"

"We are not going to have a verbal agreement alone. We need to sign it so that John doesn't back off. If I lose, I will pay him 15 million. And if he lose, he will pay me 15 million," Samuel said, his voice serious.