Chapter 7

Emilia Jones

The whole class snickered when Prof Charles snapped at Mandy. The second she sat and he cleared his throat, everyone stayed silent.

I couldn’t help but stare in shock at how much authority and power the man was oozing out. If anything, I bet no one messes with him. My fingers tightened around my pen.

When the class proceeded, Charlotte tapped my shoulder lightly and spoke in a silent whisper, barely audible.

“Serves her right, who does it in class,” she snickered.

I chuckled a little, biting down the unwanted jealousy I felt after Mandy’s pathetic little act. My shoulders loosened just a fraction.

“You’re crazy.” I said, then lowered my head.

I could see endless texts from Mom about Grandpa. I didn’t reply to any of them. Like a magician, Charlotte chipped in again and asked,

“Emy, what’s wrong? Seriously?”

I didn’t look into her eyes. I didn’t want her seeing how pathetic I probably looked at the moment. My gaze stayed fixed on the desk.

“Nothing.” I said.

“Okay, and hey, there is a party this evening after class. I heard the popular guys will be there. Oh, the handsome men, and there will be a stripping pole.” She almost squealed, bouncing slightly in her seat.

“Charlotte, I don’t like parties. I have so much to do and so much to design. Plus the assignments….” I stated, pinching the bridge of my nose.

I stared at her, then at the professor who was now writing something on the laptop. It was like he was so focused on the work, he couldn’t even give me a second glance.

Maybe that was for the best. I shifted in my chair.

“Shiii… that’s bullshit. You are definitely going. I have so many ideas of what we will wear. And I will make sure that messy bun of yours disappears. Why do you like it anyways? You have such silky long hair.” Charlotte shrugged while playing with a candy bar.

“I like it. It’s not like there is anyone I will desire to impress. Besides, I bet Mike will be there. I don’t want to bump into that snake at all.” I put my hands between my laps, still feeling the clenching of my jaw.

I tilted my head sideways and at the corner of my eye, Mike blew me a kiss. I huffed and looked away.

“Bastard.” I cursed under my breath. Then I quickly focused on whatever Charlotte was saying.

"If that jerk will be there, even better. make him jealous, show him what he is missing. My brothers are in town, you can choose who to dance with or get all of them. Mike will be pissed off." Charlotte said, brushing a strand of her pink hair behind her ear.

I could barely focus anymore. I hated Mike now.

I hated breathing the same air as that ass. I hated seeing him swing his arm on Mandy like it’s the most normal thing.

What happened to them hating each other? Isn’t he embarrassed on Mandy’s behalf after she publicly behaved like a slut in class?

What can I say, birds of the same feather flock together… or whatever they say. My fingers dug into my thighs.

I finally snapped to reality when Charlotte showed me her phone. On it was a beautiful dress. I nodded gently so that she doesn’t push me any further. I knew she won’t stop till I say yes.

My mind was a mess. My kitty was purring every now and then each time I stared at Prof Charles.

I quickly grabbed my bottle of water and took it down in one go, feeling the relief. My throat worked hard with each swallow.

“Easy girl, don’t drown yourself,” she said, seeming concerned. Then she looked between the prof and me. “Don’t tell me you have a crush on him too…” She giggled.

“What? No… he’s not my type.” I lied.

Truth is, he was my type. In fact, I was not even in his league. I kept my eyes on the desk.

“Alright, lie all you want. I know you’d want that piece of meat too. Look at him.” She said casually, then turned to her notebook.

I did one foolish thing. I looked at him one more time.

I observed how he leaned on his cheek with his left arm this time. He had taken off his jacket, leaving a white crisp shirt.

I could see the tattoos covering his arm. I couldn’t see the exact designs, but the man was a work of art. My lips parted slightly.

I felt myself drool a little the second he lifted his eyes and looked straight into my eyes. Damn it.

They were emerald, with thick lashes and thick brows. His clean-cut beard gave him the perfect manly touch.

We stared into each other’s eyes for a second before he looked away first. I felt my heart whimper a little. My chest tightened.

*Focus Emilia, it’s a contract and no feelings allowed.* I scolded myself.

But how could I focus.

Maybe I should attend the party so that I keep my mind away from all this sin.

I closed my eyes again, then a memory from last night came at lightning speed.

I saw his cock. It was so big and covered in veins, it shone a little when the yellow light hit it right. The biggest I'd ever seen.

I was tied to the headboard, feeling dizzy from the liquor and turned on at the same time.

I didn’t know if I was hallucinating, but it literally twitched when it rubbed on the hood of my clit.

I shivered for a moment.

I felt a strong electric impulse rush through my veins.

I wasn’t wet yet, but feeling that circumcised dick rubbing my clit in slow motions, down to my pussy folds, then straight to the entrance of my vagina… I was a wet mess.

I could recall how he chuckled at the sight of my cum, and my cheeks flashed pink in embarrassment.

And when he began to push it in, he didn’t hold back. I let out a moan, then he pushed his dick into my pussy in one long stroke, breaking all the slippery tight walls of my pussy.

Just thinking about this made me wet even more. My thighs pressed together under the desk.

*This is sinful, it’s dirty and I’ll probably burn in hell for it.* I covered my face with both hands.

I bit my lower lip till I tasted a little blood, forcing my mind to stay where it be. In class.

I grabbed Charlotte’s water and gulped it down too. She stared at me in shock, like she couldn’t process what I was going through.

“Easy girl, what’s wrong? Are you feeling ill again?” She asked, touching my forehead like she’s trying to read my temperature.

I shook my head and faked a smile.

“Just nervous… What time will the party start?” I smiled sheepishly while ignoring the fact that Prof Charles was staring at me now. My fingers curled tightly around the empty bottle.

*Is it that obvious? Gosh, just take me now.*