BACK TO THE PRESENTIt's been nearly a week since she seen Bruce. She was glad he was gone because she didn't want to see him. For the days that he was gone she kept herself busy. She was cooking, cleaning, or washing the dishes. There were some books that piqued her interest. She read them and kept herself busy. When there was no more books for her to read, she would turn on the tv. She was watching television with over five thousand channels. She was surprised that he allowed her to access such wide range of shows. But she didn't care as long as there was something to keep her entertained. Although she didn't have any access to computer, phone, or tablets to the internet she didn't mind. In time Bruce will let down his guard, and she will get out of there. When she awoke, she felt someone by her feet. She gasped as she saw who was sitting next to him. "Are you awake?" asked Bruce. Startled Belle woke up and scooted away from him. "What are you doing?""Staring at my beautiful wi

"What?""Please."Not wanting to cause a scene she sat back down. Soon all the students from the room left the room. He looked at her with his cold gaze. How she was used to that look of his. In the past he never had a different expression but that stone silence of his. While other women he would laugh and smile. How she used to crave that from him, but now she's too broken to even care."Have you been avoiding me because of what your friend said about me?""What?""About my past.""What about it?""You're saying you don't care.""Who you're with or have sex with is none of my business." "Really?""Really.""Oh." Bruce fidget with his pencil. "Then what is it?""What's what?""Why are you keeping a distance from me.""I'm not. I just don't want people to get the wrong idea if they see us together.""Like?" "Like we're dating."Bruce leaned into her. "So?""I mean it wouldn't be good.""Why is that?" Bruce tilted at her. "Well, you're the notorious playboy. And I'm the miss goodie

"Where are you?" came a text.Belle looked at her phone. It was him. He was texting her. "In my dorm," she replied back. "You were supposed to meet me.""I never agreed to that.""You said "fine" when we last talk.""That was saying fine to you communicating with me. Not about meeting up with you.""Should I come upstairs?""What?" gasped Belle. She looked outside her window and didn't see anyone. "You liar. I thought you were downstairs," she texted back. "I could be." She frowned. What does this man want."Want me to come get you?" came back the text."No," she texted back. Belle have to be careful. She doesn't want anyone to see them together. If she's seen, then people would think they're dating. She doesn't want that. She would have to find a way for them to meet without anyone seeing them. "But I want to meet you. I want you to meet me," he texted again. Belle was starting to panic. If he comes then people will start talking, then her grandfather will know. Her grandfather