Moment

The stage was lit up with phone cameras, the buzz and whispers of and then he walked out. No introduction needed. The room went quiet in that way that only happens when money and reputation walk in.

Alex stood there in a plain black shirt and dark blazer, no flashy jewelry, no smile. He looked younger than in the photos, sharp and assessing. His kissable lips, his deep brown eyes with an ocean inside them.

He stared at the students, catching the different reactions to his presence whispers, blushing, smiles. Some even went as far as caressing their boobs others had their hands hidden under the desk. What they were doing, he didn’t know and didn’t care to know.

“Shameless,”

he muttered under his breath.

Good afternoon,” Alex said, pulling the students out of their fantasy island. His voice was low but it carried without a mic.

“I’m sure you all know I’m here to give you a guest lecture. I know I’m not the only one who was invited. I’m privileged to be here today to honor you.

He paused staring at the student…..

And I’m not here to give you motivational quotes you’ll forget by next week. I’m here to lecture you on certain truths.”

He spoke, and half the class listened while the other half was drawn in by his voice deep and commanding. Others were caught up in his eyes, in his lips. Rebecca, like everyone else, was staring at his kissable lips.

Emma was lost in her own thoughts. She stared at Alex. This is Alex Maradona, the one everyone talks about. For some reason, he looked familiar, but she couldn’t place it. She kept looking at the man before her. No wonder everyone had been praising him he was undeniably handsome. His build, his height, his lips… every single thing about him radiated handsomeness and power.

Was this man really created by God? How could God be so unfair as to make someone this handsome? Why?

Emma’s stares did not escape the eyes of Alex. He had seen her the moment he stepped onto the podium a chubby looking girl, blue eyes pink lip refinechick looking intimidated and feeling lost in the mix of the other students. And yet, so beautiful, he thought.

Yet the girl refused to look him directly in the eyes. All she had been doing all day was stare at her book, glancing at him through the corners of her eyes. It was so obvious. She was bad at pretending. He did not fail to see the admiration in her eyes as well.

But then he saw it the change in her facial expression. The way she suddenly looked down, like she felt disgusted. He wondered what she might be thinking about. He continued with his lecture anyway, not without stealing a few glances at Emma.

Alex was almost done with his lecture when he paused.

“…Questions?” he asked, his eyes landing on Emma.

Silence. No one spoke.

Were they scared?

Intimidated by his aura?

Well, it was understandable. Considering Alex’s presence in this room, it contrasted with everyone else’s behavior. He was bold, and his aura spoke power. During the silence, a voice rang out.

“I have a question.”

Everyone turned. to see who it’s was