LOGINThe study room felt different on the last night.No textbooks sat on the desk. No practice sheets. No pens. The only things Lucy had brought were the black bag from the day before and a second, smaller one she hadn’t shown him yet. Conrad was already there when she arrived, leaning against the edge of the desk with his arms crossed. The house was completely empty. Nothing and no one to interrupt them.Conrad’s eyes tracked her as she set both bags down.“No questions tonight,” he said.“I know.” Lucy stepped closer until she stood between his knees. “You said whatever I want.”She kissed him first. Conrad let her lead for a while, then answered with equal heat, one hand cupping the back of her neck while the other gripped her hip. When they finally broke apart, both were breathing harder.Lucy pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it on the floor. She did the same with her own. Bra next. Then she sank to her knees and freed his cock, already thick and heavy. She took him into her
That afternoon felt different the moment Lucy walked into the study room.Conrad was already there, same as the previous days, sleeves rolled up, a mathematics workbook open on the desk. But today Lucy carried a small black bag in addition to her usual notes. She set it down beside the chair without explanation. Conrad noticed. His eyes flicked to the bag, then back to her face, but he didn’t comment.“Sit,” he said. “We’re doing calculus review first.”They worked for almost an hour. Derivatives, limits, a few integration problems. Conrad remained patient and precise, correcting her whenever her focus drifted. The air between them stayed thick with everything that had already happened but he kept the lesson going until the workbook was finished.Only then did he lean back in the chair.“On your knees.”Lucy’s stomach fluttered. She sank down between his spread legs. Conrad unbuckled his belt, opened his jeans, and freed his cock. It was already half hard. She wrapped her fingers ar
The house was quiet the next afternoon.Ethan had left early to help with the family business, and their parents had already gone on the trip they’d mentioned. The only sound when Lucy opened the front door was the low hum of the air conditioner.Conrad was already in the study room, sleeves rolled up, two chemistry textbooks and a stack of practice sheets waiting on the desk. He looked up when she walked in. The same calm expression from yesterday sat on his face.“Sit,” he said.Lucy dropped her bag and took the chair beside him. The memory of his mouth between her legs the day before made it hard to focus at first. Every time his arm brushed hers while he pointed at an equation, she'd suddenly feel hot. Still, she tried. For the first forty minutes they actually studied, balancing equations, reviewing reaction types, Conrad correcting her patiently whenever she slipped.The moment they were done, he closed the book.“Stand up.”Lucy blinked and stood up with a faint smile on her fa
Lucy dropped her bag by the door harder than necessary. The front door hadn’t even clicked shut before the frustration spilled out of her.“Ugh, I’m gonna fail, I just know it,” she announced to the living room. “I hate Chemistry, Mom. I think I’m actually going to repeat senior year.” A tear slipped down her cheek.Her older brother groaned from the couch. “Lucy, I just think you’re not putting in enough effort. I was once like you, and guess what? I ended up being our class valedictorian. You just need to study more and stop hanging out with those friends of yours.”“I agree,” her mom added quickly. “Just take your studies more seriously.”“And stay away from those friends of yours,” her dad said as he poured himself another drink.Lucy turned to face her brother. “Ethan, I give you the honour of tutoring your sister.”“Stop being weird. I’m not going to. I have my own studies,” Ethan replied.“But you’re home for a while. Come on, help me out, please.”“No. Besides, I’m helping Dad
The walk back to Zak’s villa felt longer than it should have.Neither of them spoke. Courtney’s legs still felt unsteady. Zak held her wrist the entire way, grip firm. He was making sure she didn't run away.When they stepped inside his villa, he locked the door behind them and finally let go of her hand. Courtney stood near the couch, arms wrapped around herself, waiting for the explosion.It didn’t come the way she expected.Zak walked over to the bar, poured himself a drink, and took a slow sip before turning to look at her.“Sit down.”She sat.He stayed standing, glass in hand, studying her.“Your real name,” he said.Courtney’s throat felt tight. For a second she considered lying again, inventing something, buying herself a few more minutes. But there was no point. He already knew too much.“Courtney,” she said. “Courtney Hayes.”Zak’s eyes didn’t leave her face. “And Sophia Langford?”“My roommate. She’s in Europe for the summer. She left her card, her passport, the resort invi
The path got darker the further they walked. The resort lights faded behind them until it was just the sound of the waves and Zak’s hand wrapped tightly around hers. He didn’t say much. He just led her toward a small cabana set far away from everything else. White curtains, a big daybed, a bottle of champagne already waiting on ice. It looked private.The second the curtains closed behind them, Zak kissed her hard. Almost felt like he was angry. He pushed her back against one of the wooden posts and dragged her dress down in one rough pull. The fabric fell away. His hands were on her breasts immediately, squeezing, thumbs dragging over her nipples until they were tight and sensitive.“You’ve been lying to me,” he said against her mouth.Courtney’s stomach dropped. “What?”“Don’t.” His voice was low. “Every time someone says the name Sophia, you tense up.”Before she could answer, he turned her around, pressed her chest against the post, and yanked her panties down. The night air hit h







