Rain’s POV.
“Hmmm…” I whimper as toss around the bed. A blissful sigh leaves my lips.
I feel so good in the right places, like my nipples and my cunt.
What the hell happened? I've never felt like this before.
Scratching my closed eyes, I slowly open them to take in my surroundings.
“What the hell!?” I yelp, propping up on the bed. How did I end up here? I ask myself, darting my eyes around the room.
My blinds are closed but because it’s transparent the sun beam shines in my small bedroom.
What the heck? How come I ended up in my bedroom?
I wrack my mind rapidly and I remember what occurred at school with Killan and Nadia.
I went to the bar and I had lots of shots. I remember being with the stranger in the alley.
Aside from these, I don’t remember much again.
So? Who brought me home?
“Grrr!” I groan when I feel the banging headache. Fuck, I’m having a hangover.
As I’m about to recline back on the bed, my personal servant calls out. Nadia and I have different people serving us.
Being the preferred daughter, she has hordes of me serving her but I only have one.
I still don’t understand why my father hates me so much he prefers Nadia.
“Rain! You’re already late for school!”
Oh, crap! I have three-morning classes. How the hell am I going to cope with this shitty hangover?
I leave the bed with hiss, heading to the bathroom but Mrs. Sinai pops her head into my room.
“You sure wanna go to school today?” She asks, looking at me through her big eyeglasses.
“Yes, Mrs. Sinai. I just overslept!” I smile to cover up my lies. I don’t want anyone finding out I went to the bar much less having a stranger between my legs. My father will kill me if he finds out. I venture swiftly into the bathroom.
Once I shut the door, I sigh. Mrs. Sinai didn’t act like she knew what happened last night because she and her husband are the only ones that stay here with me on the south wing of this huge manor house.
Does that mean she doesn’t know?
Fuck, I have to find out! I conclude with my brows furrowed. I quickly brush up and take my bath.
Twenty minutes later, I’m down in the dining room. Mrs. Sinai’s husband, Durand is already devouring his food while sitting on the head seat.
“Hey,!” I greet, lowering my school bag to the seat across from his.
“How are you, Rain?” He asks, watching me as I join his wife in the kitchen whipping myself a cup of coffee.
I need this coffee to help stop this bad hangover.
“I’m pretty good, Mr. Durand..” I say, perching on the sink as I look at them.
“You ain’t gonna eat the sandwiches?” Asks Mrs. Sinai and I shake my head.
“I need something light,” I tell her, joining her husband back in the dining.
“How was the school dance? Did you enjoy it? Killan came over last night with Nadia looking for you.”
What? How dare they come to my quarters after what they did to me?
“Uh…it was…good.” I let out slowly. Then. “Why did they come?” I cock my brow at her.
“They didn’t say anything to me. I guess your father wanted to see you.
I swallow the bile rising in my throat at the thought of what they told my father for him to request my presence. Dread crawls through me as I squeeze my cup of coffee hard.
“That reminds me, where were you last night? We didn’t even know when you came in.”
Oh, my God. I wobble inwardly at
So, they don’t even know when and how I came in?
If they were here when Killan and Nadia came looking for me that means they were already back from vineyards.
So, how in hell did I end up in my room? Strange gooseflesh fills my body. However, I give them both a cheeky smile.
“I was with Kylie last night. I only came back later in the night.”
They both nod and silence clouds us until a knock sounds on the front door.
“I’ll get that. I’m sure it must be Kylie.”
I rush to my feet quickly and hurry over to the front door. However, I guessed wrong because standing in front of the door was none other than Nadia.
She walks in with a smug look on her face. Behind her are her guards in dark suits.
She ignores my servant's greetings and daggers me with glares.
“Where were you last night?” She cock a harsh brow at me, commanding me to speak.
“Do I owe you an answer to that?” I crease my brows too, wanting to show her I’m not afraid.
She’s nothing but a slut, stealing people’s boyfriends. I just have this strong urge to rip her throat out.
“Don’t forget, you’re below me, Rain. And I’ll always put you in your place.”
“That’s the least you can do, isn’t it?” I bark, breathing heavily.
She snorts, squaring her shoulders over her crossed hands.
“I can do more, Rain. Just watch me ruin your life completely! Killan was so much fun you know. And guess what? Our father has reached an agreement with his parents to betroth us to each other.”
My heart singes with pain at what she just revealed. Now I know what my father was looking for me.
He only wanted to inform me about Nadia’s betrothal to Killan.
Tears burn at the back of my eyes but I rein it in. I can’t cry over this. No.
“Very well then. Congratulations. Now, get out of my way.” I bark in anger.
Trying to shoulder past her, Nadia grabs my arm, pulling me back.
“Don’t walk out on me you bitch!”
“Let go of me!” I cry out, trying to push her away which is impossible given she’s stronger than me.
The guards do nothing only throwing their faces away but luckily for me, Kylie comes out, pushing Nadia away from me.
“Stop it!” She barks at Nadia, daring her to move forward.
Of course, Nadia knows her strength doesn’t match Kylie’s. My best friend is well-trained in combat.
Nadia snorts under her breath and walks away.
Turning to me, Kylie shoots forward. “Are you okay?” She asks, holding me. Her face creases with worry but I nod even though I don’t feel okay.
Kylie and I squeeze into her SUV and drive off while she begins ranting about the escapade last night when she notices I don’t want to talk about what went on between Nadia and me.
I bet Kylie’s used to seeing us fight always she doesn’t bother asking questions again. She knows just how much Nadia hates my guts.
Regardless of what she’s saying, my mind drift away.
All I think about is my boisterous sex with a stranger in an alleyway and how I ended up in my room without remembering how I did so.
My heart thuds and I feel my core still tingling.
His touch and kisses felt so right. Right now, I feel like seeing the man all over again.
“Earth to, Rain!” Kylie’s loud voice snaps me away from my reverie and I swallow, turning to look at her.
“I’m sorry. What were you saying?” I ask Kylie, trying to keep my face void of the bliss I feel.
“I was telling you a story about the party. Wait, what were you thinking?”
“Nothing!” I rasp, facing front again.
“Are you keeping secrets now? Tell me how was your first sex with Killan? Tell me you loved it.” Kylie chirps, excitement rippling through her.
I take a moment to breathe before responding. “Killan and I didn’t do it, Kylie.”
My friend’s brows crease as she looks at me. “What do you mean? You said yourself you’re gonna do it…”
“Killan is a cheat, Kylie! I saw him with my sister making out. Turns out they’ve fucking behind my back.” I snap, interrupting her.
Kylie hits the brake quickly, making my heart jump out of my chest.
“What the heck, girl?” I snap, swallowing. When I manage to throw a glimpse outside, I see someone who looks a bit similar to a stranger walking into a café.
“Omigod!” I rasp under my breath and unfasten my belt. With a start, I open the door and cross the road without thinking twice.
“Rain! Where are you going?” Kylie calls out, coming after me. However, as I venture into the café I end up not seeing the man except for the woman sitting by the corner, alone.
Was I seeing double? I wonder in deep thought until I feel my friend tugging my hand.
“What is going on, Rain?” She rasps, running short of breath.
“Nothing. I was just…” I trail off.
How do I tell my friend that I’m looking for the man I had my first sex with? I’d recognize him anywhere.
Kylie and I get back into the car and I tell her the story about how I caught Killan and Nadia at the schoolyard.
Kylie expresses her shock while we park the car in the school garage.
The both of us had the same class this morning, hence we walk to the classroom together.
Upon walking into the class, I see Nadia and her minion sitting in the front seat with a dirty smirk on her face when she looks at me.
My heart sings with anger. The urge to wipe off that smirk from her face fills me, but Kylie guides me to the back seat and we settle there.
“Rain…” Kylie starts to speak amid the chatter going on in the class.
However, a deep baritone voice cuts through the noise in the class, startling everyone.
“Good morning, class!”
We all turn to the direction of the voice and my heart sinks into the pit of my stomach before the butterflies there begin to flutter their wings.
Standing before the whole class with gleaming silver eyes, brunette hair, and brawn shoulders is the man from last night.
The very one between my legs, devouring me.
Stunned into silence, I pin my eyes on his. As if by some magical force, his eyes find mine and lock.
A knowing glint crosses in his eyes as he says in a sexy baritone voice to the class.
“I’m Professor Logan Pierce. Your new history teacher!”
“Omigod!” the words echo in my ears but it takes me a while to realize I’m one that saying it.
The stranger from last night is my…professor?
Hell, I’m doomed!
TBC.
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Rain's Pov. My belly is empty. My strength wanes.. I clutch at my chest, a desperate attempt to tame my wildly beating heart as that wave of nausea returns again with a blinding force. Doubling over, I vomit the bitter viscous liquid and tumble over the wall. Streaks of the vomit stain the corner of my mouth while I dab at it. My bleary eyes gaze across the dark room. I feel so cold. So lonely. So scared. I let my eyes linger on the strand of sun rays slipping into the base through a crack on the wall. Gasping and in need of warmth, I chase after it. A blissful sigh slips past my lips as the warm sun kisses my skin. I don't know how long I've been locked in here but it's definitely been long enough to bring such change to my body. I almost doubted the fact, but Mrs. Sinai confirmed it some time ago. I am pregnant. An inconspicuous bump is protruding from my belly, a glaring confirmation of my worst fear. A tiny being is growing inside me, but the problem is that I don't know w
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