Semua Bab Ex-Husband, Beg Me!: Bab 51 - Bab 60

She slammed the book shut and tossed it on the bed like it had insulted her.But it wasn't the book. It was her own brain that won't stop picturing sexual activities with Lucas.Lucas's voice was playing in her head now.That low whisper in her ear. That teasing smile. His thumb brushing her lower lip like he owned her mouth. Like he had already imagined it—all of it."Say it.""Say you want me."Clarissa gripped the pillow and pressed it into her lap. She groaned softly, muffled into the fabric.Her heart wouldn't slow down and neither would her thoughts.She squeezed her eyes shut, but all she saw was the way his fingers had stopped just inches from where she wanted them most.The way he had looked at her. Like she was something to unwrap. He had placed the ball in her court—come to the study or just forget about it.She bit her lower lip as her mind betrayed her with every vivid detail she tried to forget.She didn't want to be like Missy.She didn't want to fall into something mess

Clarissa stepped out of her room, still feeling the warmth from her shower. She wore a simple but stylish gown, It wasn't flashy, but it had an elegance that made her feel put together. She couldn't afford to wear pants and a cardigan again like she had done on her first day of school.She smoothed the dress down with her hands, trying to steady her nerves. Today, she had to go to KB Fashions College.As she walked down the hallway towards the elevator, she tried to push away the thoughts of last night. But then, suddenly, she bumped into someone. Her eyes shot up—there was Lucas, standing casually with a raised brow. He was dressed in a blue pantsuit and a suit, with a white shirt underneath. Somehow, he looked even more breathtaking than the previous day."Good morning," she said, voice a little higher than usual."Morning," Lucas replied in a low tone. His expression was calm and nonchalant.There was an awkward pause. Clarissa wanted to say more but couldn't find the words. Luca

It was lunch hour. Clarissa walked down the crowded hallway, mixing with crowds who were all heading in the same direction—the cafeteria. It had been a very hectic morning for the students of KB Fashion College. Professor Elaine had led the class and all of the Year One students were taught how to make some textile materials. It was both interesting and exhausting. Clarissa could feel her arms burn in exhaustion from all of the stress. The students had groaned in relief when it was finally lunch time which means, they escaped from the torturous lesson. The cafeteria was in a little distance from the main building, there were well-trimmed grasses surrounding the area, and a path made of concrete led to the entrance of the cafeteria. Students piled everywhere. Almost in every nook of the school. Some students were in groups, walking and chatting along the pathway to the cafeteria. Clarissa clutched her bag tightly as she stepped into the cafeteria. It was really noisy in there,

“Um. Firstly, I want to apologize for…”He trailed off as he scratched the back of his head. Clarissa remained silent as she watched him with a blank look. He continued. “For what Caroline did to you earlier. I’m sorry about that.” Clarissa felt perplexed. Seeing the confused look on her face, he blurted out quickly. “Caroline….Caroline is my girlfriend so..” Clarissa nodded with a knowing look. That explained why he was apologizing on her behalf. Somehow, she was amazed. Brandon was dating a brat in college. “Is that all??” An uneasy expression surfaced on his face as he looked around the now-quiet hall. Isabella and Alicia were chatting in a low tone, a far distance away while still waiting for Clarissa to be done. “How-how are you doing??” Brandon whispered. “And why do you suddenly care??” Clarissa asked flatly. There was no rumble on her expression as she asked calmly. “I’m your brother, Clarissa!” Brandon said as he took a step forward, his gaze was soft. “I was so re

The days ran by quickly. Thanksgiving was around the corner and institutions were going on holidays. No more school for Clarissa but she had to focus on the assignment Mrs Elaine had given. Louis drove Clarissa to Metro Textiles to get the desired fabrics for her project. She settled for a purple fabric which she planned to sew. Lucas had fully sponsored her shopping spree. They bought sewing machines and other equipment that aided her sewing. By the time they were done, she was totally spent. The stairs creaked softly as Louis and the other staff helped Clarissa carry the many shopping bags and boxes up to the second floor. Clarissa moaned tiredly as she followed with her bag. Her arms were tired, her legs ached, but there was a joy in her heart. She had gotten everything she needed—fabrics, threads, machines, even little decorative pins and lace. It was all so beautiful. The purple fabric she picked had a soft shimmer and it was so rare. Clarissa could already im