บททั้งหมดของ Teach me, Mr Blackwood: บทที่ 151 - บทที่ 160

_Aurora’s POV_I stared at the open suitcase sitting on my bed and felt absolutely nothing.That was probably the worst part.Not the fact that my entire life had been ripped apart within twenty four hours.Not the fact that my father had blackmailed me into leaving the country like I was some embarrassing mistake he needed hidden away.Not even the fact that I was about to leave behind the only place that still felt remotely familiar.No.The worst part was that I felt numb.Completely numb.Clothes were scattered across the bed beside me while half my closet already sat folded inside expensive luggage I didn’t even remember buying.The room looked messy.Like someone had started packing in the middle of a breakdown and never fully recovered afterward.Which honestly was exactly what happened.I folded another sweater mechanically before tossing it into the suitcase harder than necessary.Behind me, Ayla sat quietly on the edge of the couch watching me with worried eyes.She had been

_Aurora’s POV_“What the fuck are YOU doing here?” we both said at the exact same time.Behind him, Elena looked between us in complete confusion.“You two know each other?” she asked brightly, looking like it would be fucking fantastic if we did. “No,” we answered immediately, glaring hard at each other. Another pause.His eyes flicked towards Elena and back at me again and I suddenly became painfully aware that I was standing half naked in front of an aggressively attractive rude man.How did I get myself in such a situation?The man recovered first.“This explains a lot,” he muttered dryly.I narrowed my eyes instantly.“What exactly is that supposed to mean?”“It means,” he replied coolly, “walking into people seems to be a personality trait.”I stared at him in disbelief.“You know what? I was wrong earlier.”His brow lifted slightly.“You’re not just unpleasant,” I informed him sweetly. “You’re deeply irritating.”Elena suddenly gasped dramatically.“Oh my God.”Both of us loo

Aurora’s POV Russia was trying to kill me. That was the only explanation I had for why the air outside felt like tiny knives stabbing my face every morning. I stood near the apartment window wrapped in two hoodies while staring at the snow outside with deep suspicion. “This country hates joy,” I muttered. Behind me, Elena gasped dramatically from the kitchen. She has done rhis so much and now I’ve gotten used to it. “That is offensive.” She said. I turned slowly, tightening my arms around myself. “You people live inside a freezer voluntarily.” It was so fucking cold. Bro. “We have culture.” Elena shrugged and I stared at her as I dead panned. “You have hypothermia.” Elena rolled her eyes while stirring something on the stove. “It’s been three weeks. You need to stop acting like winter personally victimized you.” “It did.” I hugged myself tighter before glaring at the gray sky outside again. Three weeks in Russia. Three weeks without Damien. Three

_Aurora’s POV_The music became louder the deeper I moved into the crowd.People laughed around me while servers rushed between tables carrying drinks and food with terrifying speed.How did they do this without falling?I nearly collided with someone twice within thirty seconds.One man smiled at me as I passed.Another openly stared at my legs.I immediately hated him.Actually, I hated most men in bars.Too many wandering hands.Too much confidence.Too much alcohol making them think women existed for entertainment.By the time I reached table six, I was already irritated.Four men sat around the booth laughing loudly while empty glasses covered the table.One of them looked up when I approached.And whistled. Oh absolutely not.I smiled tightly.“What can I get you?”The blond man leaned back slowly, eyes dragging down my body in a way that instantly made my skin crawl.“What do you recommend?”Therapy.I recommend therapy.Instead, I kept smiling through the irritation.“The vodk

_Aurora’s POV_Shit.I thought as u stared at the man who looked like he was few seconds away from ending me. My lips parted and closed as I thought of an apology, but nothing was willing to come out. I’m screwed.He turned to look at me, and I swear to God I almost gasped. This man looked sexy. His hair was cut, tattoos drawn all over his head. His dark eyes burned into me, threatening to read deep into my soul. And I swallowed hard. “Are you just going to stare at me?” He asked, his deep voice sending vibrations through my body. “Your ckothes isnt the only thing wet right now.”The words were out of my mouth befpre I could stop it. Silence.The silence rhat followed after, was completely horrifying. I felt my soul leave my body as I wondered what the fuck I had just said. A loud gasp echoed from somewhere in the room and I was certain it didnt come drom me. What the fuck did I just say? My eyes widened so fucking wide thay they started to hurt.No. No, no. I did not jus