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Hannah's POVI woke up quite late the next morning. Mr Dalton and I stayed up for a long time going through questions and relearning topics. He had been so focused on his work that his eyes and lips were stern and wouldn't even allow me to conjure up even a slight fantasy of him.I pulled myself out of the bed and found out that Mr Dalton wasn't beside me. It was only when I checked the time on the clock that I realized that I had barely an hour before I would be late for school.I huffed angrily. He knew I was going to be late and he didn't even wake me up. He could be such a jerk sometimes.Without warning, I hurried into the bathroom and had the coldest shower of my entire existence. I was so caught up in the rushing that I forgot to turn the heater on, and I ended up screaming as soon as the cold spray touched my skin.“What a way to start a school day,” I groaned angrily to myself as I made do with the cold water and washed my body and hair.I got out as fast as I could, trying m

Hannah's POV. We arrived at his house in no time, and my heart drummed in anticipation. Throughout the car ride, I couldn't help but imagine what would happen if we decided to give a chance to our fleshly desires and finally consummate it, instead of circling the main point. I was tired of having to envisage how it could have been when I could just... Snap snap. I blinked, jolting back to the present immediately. His fingers snapped in front of my face. "I don't know what you're thinking of but it's time for you to come down from the car." He reminded me, leaving me no choice but to jump off with my cheeks flaming. If he could tell that I was a big jumpy because of my arousal he did a great job at hiding it because I would have almost entered into the ground. This was not what I was expecting from him. I need him to take the initiative and stop starving me of what I actually wanted. "Is that so?" My subconscious told me, and I had no choice but to shake my head as if

Hannah's POV. "Gring!" The sound of an alarm clock jolted me awake, making me massage my temples in worry. My core ached. It was a lovely reminder of the activities I had gotten engaged in the previous day. Scanning the room, I realized that I was alone and reached for my phone, which was on the bedside table. I stretched and let out a yawn, to help awaken my muscles. They didn't look like they were going to do so anytime soon. My eyes finally focused on a bottle of water and a glass in an empty tray with an after-morning pill beside it. I jumped up instantly, not allowing my weakness to make me lose my mind, and popped the pill into my mouth, washing it down with water. Just a few feet away, a bag lay on the ground and I fished for its contents. My clothes lay in there neatly folded. Hmm, Mr. Dalton– the ever-prepared man. I glanced at the clock again and jumped in shock. It was almost 7:00 a.m. I couldn't afford to be late to school. I needed the final brush-up before d

Hannah's POV. I released a breath after I was able to pry her away from hurting Stephanie. That girl was going to be a pain in the ass, especially tomorrow. I could already envisage it, and trust me, it wasn't looking pretty. I would rather engage myself in something boring like a painting than talk to her, especially when I knew she was fishing for trouble. The bell rang, signaling the end of the day, and I quickly picked up my bag, threw it over my shoulder, and continued my journey to his office. I walked past the garage hoping that I saw Mr Dalton and was surprised that he, of all people, was not present. Whoa, he must have been really busy then because he had never failed to show up, especially when he wanted to speak to me, probably also to take me home. On cue, Mr Dalton opened the door with his bag in hand and stopped in front of me. "Let's go home for some preparations." He said with a wink, which vanished so quickly that I imagined that I thought about it. I

Hannah’s POV I leaned in further against the car door, looking out the window at the passing buildings trying to distract myself. My breathing was beginning to get hazy as I felt some sort of fever rising up inside me. I was ovulating after all and it was driving me insanely crazy. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat and felt my panties rub against my throbbing and needy goodness but for some reason it felt so good. I bit at the bottom of my lips to stop a moan from escaping. I tried to hide my obvious struggle from Dalton and hoped he didn't notice. The leather of the car seat pressed against me in a way that was both maddening and inexplicably soothing. I squirmed a little as I suddenly felt Mr Dalton's eyes on me. I didn't know whether it was my imagination but there was something in the air. Something warm and charged. It made my self control slip even more. I crossed my legs, trying to ignore the subtle ache that seemed to pulse in time with my heartbeat. Mr Dalton’s gri