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“She’ll really appreciate that. See you at home.” Once the door closes, I twirl in my sit and then proceed to do the happy dance. What do I get her on my way home? I'll get her a pack of gummy bears or a wand. I round off with the last email and tidy my desk. I grab a pack of chips and fish fillet from the eatery close to the office. My favourite song, Walk through fire by Yung Bleu comes on. I take out my food and began to throw it into my mouth bit by bit as I drive home.

Zeeshant said. "AREYY BHAII!! Aap toh bohot bura maan jaate ho. Meh toh sirf mazak kar raha tha.... aap kahe toh room ka intezam kardu aapke liye- OUCH !! Arey meh toh puch raha hu!!" ( Ohh bro!! Aren't you getting too much offended thus days. I was just kidding around.... should I arrange a room if you say- Ouchh !!! I was just asking!! )

Unzipping the heavy canvas, I reached past my textbooks and pulled out Michael's coffee-stained shirt. As I held the white fabric in my hands under the dim light of my bedroom, my mind traitorously drifted back to the classroom. Against my will, the image of Michael standing half-naked right in front of me flashed vividly in my mind. I could still clearly picture the extreme, rigid definition of his six-pack abs, the broad, powerful cut of his shoulders, and the dangerous heat radiating from his sun-kissed skin. He looked like an apex predator, and I had been close enough to feel the warmth of his breath. Even now, standing alone in the dark, the memory made my face flush bright red.

Something in his voice calms me which is weird because I am pretty sure no one in history has ever actually calmed down after being told to. A single tear slides down the side of my face. I can’t even raise my arm to wipe it away. I let out a grown of frustration. Aiden shuts the door behind him and brings me the medicine. “Drink this it will help with the pain and healing” he said as he pours the vivid pink liquid into my mouth. He is not lying. As soon as I swallow it a slight warmth spreads in my body replacing some of the burning, stinging sensation. Aiden leans down and adjusts the bed, so I am sitting slightly more upright.

You don’t mess with the King. I hear footsteps approaching me, before my chin is lifted gently. “I was kidding, Athena. I love your spunk. Never change that”. His body is so close to mine, I can feel the heat radiating off him. He looks as handsome as ever. I have to admit that. And f*ck me – it does things to my body on its own accord. I’m like a horny teenager. Perhaps it’s the adrenaline of the tournament. Yes, that must be it.

I asked, a brow raised. “its kind of merged together I guess” he paused, his steps halting as he drew me into his arms with a sharp jerk. His arms were tight around my waist and my body was flush against his. Heat immediately soared through my flesh, shivers coursing down my spine as his hot breath blew against my skin “That’s all I can give away except that you’re going to love it”

Her porcelain skin looked soft and creamy, and though he’d never run the back of his hand down her cheek, he’d imagined doing so would feel like touching fine silk linen. He’d taken to speaking to her whenever he could, and he was beginning to think perhaps she fancied him, though he knew she couldn’t be nearly as fond of him as he was of her. Still, as he came to an abrupt halt before her, only a few grazing sheep and old Ms. Sutton within earshot, her smile broadened, and she looked up at him through long, thick lashes. “Good day, Miss O’Malley,” Aaron said, not able to hold back the grin that spread across his face. “How are you this day?”

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Always the attention seeker, but this time he entered with a stranger beside him. A very hot one. Scratch that, smoking hot. Like I could see the smoke around him. My foggy brain was doing wonders on my eyes. "Good morning, class." Mr. Dale greeted, "We have a new student." He announced. "Tell the class your name." He said looking at the ‘Hottie’. Yes, I've nicknamed him. "I'm Valentine Fox," Hottie replied in a deep voice. I was certain that more than half of the girls in the class orgasmed at the mere sound of his voice.