All Chapters of Her Innocence His Addiction : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

It was Valentine's Day. I was all alone on my desk, pretending to be deeply engrossed in the book I was reading. But in reality, I was eavesdropping on the girls behind me. The “HAS” girls, (Hot And Sexy). A blonde, a brunette, and a black, straight-haired. The typical mean girls gang. I always convinced myself that I hated them. But right now, I envy them. They wouldn't stop gushing about the expensive gifts they got from their boyfriends and I was boiling with jealousy and self-pity. I was 19. I was a freshman in college. No guy's ever gotten me anything. And the few that tried, I always rejected bluntly. Because I was a girl raised with the “don't accept things from men” theory. Mum said accepting the gifts meant trading your dignity in return. So taking the gifts was impossible. Sometimes, I felt insulted by those gifts and lashed out at the guys.But deep down, I always wanted to know what it felt like to accept gifts and not feel insulted or guilty. Crazy, right? Yeah. I was

“S…sir…”“It's Joe. Or Daddy.” He smirked, playing with a strand of my hair. His hand was still around my neck, keeping me tamed. “What…what if April finds out?” “Who's gonna tell her?”Like Father, Like Daughter, huh? But God, why was I considering his sick offer? I knew better…He picked me off the ground with one hand around my waist, like I weighed nothing.Lord forgive me, but maybe I don't know any better. I got dumped on the bed. I crawled inside, scared to death but there was another feeling. Anticipation. And more wetness gathered in my inner thighs.He crawled in too, slowly, like a predator coming for his captured prey. I crawled further, stopping next to the headboard. He came for me, grabbed my hand, and the next second, he cuffed it to the headboard. “Sir!” He cuffed the other hand, ignoring my shriek. I yanked my hands violently but they wouldn't come unloose.“What are you doing?!”“The fuck, Willow. Didn't you just read a damn smut? How do the guys keep their li

The class ended two hours later. I kept my head low throughout those hours, unable to look at him. Knowing he was finally leaving brought a bit of calmness to me. “I learned that he gave you guys an individual project,” he said, packing his books. It was officially the end of the class. Some voices mumbled a “yes”, while others whined. “He asked me to collect them. So this is what we're gonna do, yeah?”I wasn't listening. I mean, I was, but I was more panicky about the fact that I hadn't completed my project. How could I when Mum wouldn't give me a break?I quickly took out my notes from my bag and began getting the work done. It was supposed to be submitted in a printed form, but I guess I'll have to beg the professor to pardon me. The important thing is that I submitted something, right?“Girlfriend,” April nudged me. I paused scribbling in my notes and looked at her. She tipped her head forward and I looked. Her Dad was staring right at me again. I sucked in a shaky breath. “

“What were you thinking, submitting a note when I asked for it to be in a printed form?!” Dr. Johnson barked, waving my flimsy notebook in the air. He was a tall, lanky and very temperamental man. I should have known better than trying to get on his bad side. But then again, I'd never intentionally wanna be on his bad side. I just didn't remember the project because I was at home. Mum's incessant crying and trauma dumping on me, coupled with Dad's visit and their fights made me forget about school and my projects. If I were at April's house at the time he gave the project, I would have gotten it done and printed too. It's one of the perks of being at April's house, I'm more academically focused there. That's why I hate that her Dad is trying to make it uncomfortable for me. And I hate myself for low-key liking that discomfort. “Willow!!”“I'm really sorry, Sir…” I bowed my head. “Yeah, I'm sorry too. But you're getting a D.”I gasped. “Please, Sir. I really can't afford to have a

“Is it just me or has Nathan Hunt been staring at you since we sat down?” April asked in a hushed tone, nudging me.“Huh?” I peered behind, looking at the sandy-haired, broody-eyed guy, Captain of the basketball team, leader of the most infuriating group of guys, a typical playboy, sitting a few seats away from us.Crazy enough, our gazes met. His lips thinned into a smile. I looked away instantly, slightly repulsed by the attention. I mean, I'm generally repulsed by male attention. It always seems lusty and superficial. The only one giving me a fever is a man way out of my league. Of all the guys in the world, why him?“He'll get over it,” I mumbled, trying to focus on the professor who was scribbling on the board.“Girl, c'mon. You need to loosen up a bit. Being uptight and strict won't get you a boyfriend.”“Who says I need one?” “Be for real, Willow. Everything about you screams ‘I NEED A BOYFRIEND’.”“You're crazy,” I chuckled. But it faded quickly. I've never really laughed or