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CHAPTER SEVEN
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THE HEIR AND HIS TUTOR CHAPTER SEVEN
ALEJANDRO’S POV I hated this place already.Every single thing about it.The walls were too plain and very ugly to look at.The air smelled like detergent and male body spray.The beds looked uncomfortable.And worst of all?Roommates.Actual roommates.I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the unpacked boxes around me with pure disgust. My father couldn’t even put me in a private suite. No. He had to throw me into some shared dorm like I was in a reality TV show called How Fast Can Alejandro Castillo Lose His Mind?I groaned and dragged a hand down my face.Deep down, I knew why I hated this so much.It wasn’t really the dorm.It was the guys.Being surrounded by guys all the time was dangerous for me in ways nobody would ever understand.I knew how to control myself; God, I’d spent years mastering it, but that didn’t stop the fear crawling under my skin.One wrong look.One wrong moment.One stupid mistake.And my entire life would implode.I ripped open another box aggressively
THE HEIR AND HIS TUTOR CHAPTER SIX
Diego’s POVI smiled as I watched the last of Alejandro’s boxes get carried out.Not just a small smile.A real one.Finally.Finally, the golden boy was gone.“Careful with that!” my mother called out, wringing her hands as the movers carried another box. “Those are fragile!”Fragile.Just like Alejandro.I leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching the whole scene like it was some kind of show.“Don’t worry, Mama,” I said lightly. “He’ll survive. It’s just a dorm, not a military war zone.”She turned to me sharply. “Diego, Esto no es gracioso.”“Oh, I’m not joking.” I shrugged. “This might actually be good for him. You know… for character development.”She frowned, clearly not amused by my words.Because I wasn’t joking either.This was perfect.With Alejandro gone, I could finally breathe. Finally think. Finally step out of his shadow.Now, Father would see me.Not him.Me.And I was going to make sure of it.Maybe mother herself could actually begin talking to me, now that he
THE HEIR AND HIS TUTOR PART FIVE
ALEJANDRO’S POVI couldn’t believe I was doing this.Like seriously—me, Alejandro Castillo, sitting in my own damn room, surrounded by textbooks, flashcards, and notes that looked like they belonged in a 1900 medical school horror movie. And right across from me sat he.Mateo.The same bartender nerd with the old cracked phone and glasses that slipped down his nose every five seconds.Two days ago, I’d sworn to myself I wasn’t going to go through with this. No way in hell. Tutors were for people who failed, not for people like me who just... didn’t care. But here I was, staring at a nerd in a white body shirt and black trousers, who looked like he’d been pulled out of one of those “hot nerd makeover” scenes in a rom-com.And damn, did he look good.His shirt clung to his torso just enough to show the faint lines of muscle. His sleeves were rolled halfway up, veins visible on his smooth skin. That body didn’t come from gym hours—that was from hard work. Labor. Grit. He had the kind of
THE HEIR AND HIS TUTOR PART FOUR
Alejandro’s POV I watched him — the so-called “best tutor” my mother could find — standing there in my doorway, fidgeting like he was debating whether to run or faint.I let my eyes drift over him slowly, from the wrinkled shirt clinging to his narrow shoulders to the loose jeans hanging a little too low on his hips. He looked like he hadn’t slept properly in days. Yet, somehow, he was… cute.I knew him. I’d seen him around campus — always sitting in the front row, hand up every five minutes, glasses perched on his nose like he thought the sun rose and set for textbooks. I’d never cared to learn his name until tonight.“Hey,” he stammered, his voice soft, awkward. “I’m Mateo.”I leaned against the doorframe, crossing my arms. “Yeah, you said that before.”He blinked. “Oh.”Something about the way his ears turned pink made me want to smile, but I caught myself. This wasn’t supposed to be cute. This was supposed to be irritating — another of my mother’s desperate attempts to fix
THE HEIR AND HIS TUTOR PART THREE
Mateo's POVI wiped the sweat from my forehead with the back of my hand, exhausted from closing out my third shift of the day. My feet ached inside my worn sneakers, and the smell of fryer oil clung stubbornly to my clothes no matter how hard I scrubbed them at night. My stomach growled faintly—I hadn’t had more than a stale sandwich since dawn.“Mateo!” one of my coworkers nudged me with his elbow, jerking his chin toward the front. “There’s some fancy car outside… the guy’s been asking for you.”I frowned. “For me?”He nodded, smirking like it was some kind of joke. “Yeah. A black one. Look. Too sleek to be around here. Looks like it rolled straight out of a billionaire’s garage.”I wiped my hands nervously on my apron and glanced toward the glass doors of the small convenience diner we worked in. Sure enough, parked across the street was a shiny, jet-black car. Tinted windows. Polished so much it reflected the streetlamps like liquid.It didn’t belong here, not in this neighb
THE HEIR AND HIS TUTOR PART TWO
ALEJANDRO’S POVThe Castillo Mansion was a cathedral of quiet wealth.And it was a cold and quiet as a graveyard. long mahogany table. Crystal chandelier. Expensive china no one ever touched without gloves. The kind of place that was built for the dead rather than the living.But here we were, for me, twenty one years and counting.I sat across from my little brother, Diego, who was, as always, hunched over his phone, fingers tapping fast. God only knows what he was really doing on his phone since he failed to have friends and made it his personal statement that social media was for retards like me.My mother, Isabella, looked radiant in a soft silk blouse, though she kept glancing nervously at my father at the head of the table.She was like a quiet trophy wife, just present to keep my father's name as a husband and father.Guillermo Castillo.Head of Castillo Pharmaceuticals. My father. My nightmare.He was cutting his steak with surgeon-like precision, silent, sharp and every mo
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