e

are just as soft and mouth-watering as I had imagined. Darlin, remember this well, next ti

eath my left arm. In my right hand, I held my phone, repeatedly scr

p, and released a vexed groan. Shifting slightly caused a wince of pain. My buttocks still ached from the fall I had last night. Not only d

mething? I grew irritated at the idea of him being infatuated with my

his mind. I tightened my grip on my hair, causing me to grimace

emed like a m

y hidden line of work made everything feel chaotic, and I was consumed by guilt. No, I felt foolish, like an inexperien

ve to be him, of all people?" I groaned, and a small whim

How did he even get my number? Did he deliberately spend that

was in serious trouble if he had been keeping tabs on me. Joh

ret. My hidden life had been exposed to one of

deep

't," I lay back in bed, shaking my head vigorous

the events from last night in t

ld circulate throughout the school like a wildfire. I

Perhaps...bribe him? I groaned again as the idea of bribing someone

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one hand and the other pressed against my back. I cautiou

and the air was filled with an array of fragrances, causing m

the very thought of it fill

ack over my shoulder and began to walk down the hallway. Just as I had taken

ccidentally collide with a solid object. I winc

t and moving it away from my forehead. I glanced up and found a guy wi

eamed, slightly disheveled. He emitted a fragrance that rem

ize. Despite the pleasant and faint fragrance, I couldn't help but prefer

hands toward my forehead and lightly touched it, exa

you." He retracted his hands and finally gazed

self, his eyes shimmering as a

e nodded, echoing my name.

e strolled past me, and his

him in any of our classes. Perhaps he doesn't

gaze landed on a familiar figure proceeding along the same cor

into the seat beside her. I had pushed myself to attend school, and it was well past 10

ubtle shake of my head. "We

as droning on about. But my eyes kept wandering back to the classroom entrance, filled with fear that he might abruptly burst in and expose

, and I swiftly picked it up, unlocki

don't want you giving a lap dance to an

screen, almost feeling like they we

Why did he insist on speaking as if he owned me?

a sense of uniqueness. The way he referred to my performance as a "little dance" made it

es and a chiselled jawline that resembles a character straight out of a romance novel. You m

ng Johnson seem like a superstar. It took me a moment to recall th

have thought; they were almost a deep shade of darkness. It seemed like I

en during lunch, and she appeared enthusiastic about the idea of Johns

nson all to yourself," Sheila gushed with a delighted shive

e got here, Sheila. I'm in serious trouble, deep trouble. He might expose me. Who knows if he ev

n her hand. "He would never do that. Johnson might be a bad boy, but I don't believe h

can you b

and I know him as well, as my idol, of course," she replied with a

as I gaze

ven know how he got my number. It seems like he might be a stalker or worse, perhaps

him call me that too," she clapped her hands together, lost in a

large hands on them, gripping them firmly in that dimly lit room as I danced against his face, his qui

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