Varys FlintStrong arms with rippling muscles covering every inch of his body were punching on a heavy weighted bag that was hanging from a ceiling.His anger was crossing the limits of sanity. The thoughts of her were making him go blind in need.And the thought of her getting hurt by his own men was making him see red. His fists slammed against the bag harder, punching it with all the power that he had earned throughout the years of practice."Boss..." a voice rang behind him, shivering in fear for disturbing him in his personal time, "She is staying in Texas only. With a man named Vincent."His punch landed so hard on the bag that the bag broke its grip from the ceiling and fell down on the floor with a loud bang.The dead body of Rooney, the goon who had dared to hurt her, who had dared to grab her hair and drag her despite of getting clear instructions of not laying even a finger upon her body

Varys did not answer to Hector. He could not. What would he even say?That he had suddenly started to crave seeing an unknown girl that he had seen just once and wanted Hector to spill everything about her?Never going to happen.So instead, he slammed his fist hard on the glass table in frustration. The fork that was in his fist jumped on the table and fell down on the floor with a loud clattering sound.He pushed his chair back angrily and started to walk away."What the hell is your problem, Varys?" Hector fumed at Varys.Varys stopped in his tracks, turned around, and looked at his otherwise calm and polite brother who barely ever got angry."What is your problem?" Varys said through clenched teeth. He was already feeling frustrated and Hector's anger just added fuel to that frustration.Hector also pushed back his chair, stood up and snapped,"My problem is that why bringing guests here angers you so much?

"What the fuck?" She practically blasted in front of the whole classroom.But one look from the angry professor was enough to put her back in her seat.She immediately removed her gaze from him. Her fingers were shivering, in anticipation and an unknown, weird feeling of nervousness. It was not fear from him. It was her scary attraction towards him.She could not understand why she wanted to look at him, and wished that he was looking at her too. But then also she did not want him to catch her looking at him, just to save herself from the embarrassment.She was utterly distracted and him sitting right beside her was definitely the main reason of that distraction.

Two Months LaterHope and Varys had started coming close to each other. Unknowingly a pattern, a schedule had been set among them. Varys came to pick her up almost every day along with Hector. Hector, for some unknown reason had not recieved his license. And because of that he had to tag along with Varys. And as Hope did not have a car and Stella's classes started an hour earlier than her, she only had two options left, either ride with Hector and Varys, or take the bus.She had insisted on the second option. She did not want to become a burden on them in the name of friendship but every time she brought up the topic, both Varys and Hector started blabbering things that did not make any sense to her but definitely made clear that she was riding with them until she is fucking alive.The class had ended and now she was just waiting for Varys and Hector to meet in the parking lot. It had been a month she had joined college and not even a day had gone

The next day rolled around and Hope found herself bedridden, unable to move with a harsh cough gripping her chest and nasty fever burning her whole body. There was obviously no option of going to the college since she had caught the flu for walking too long under the sun and because of the fatigue it had caused. She remembered that at night her phone had kept ringing with calls and messages but without looking at the screen she had turned off the phone and avoided everything that bounded her to the outer world. Her mood was ruined so badly and she did not think she could talk to anybody without snapping in anger.She had had dinner with her parents and then after coming back to the room, she had fallen asleep like the dead. Her feet had burn marks and cuts from the sandals that she had successfully hidden from her par