DALE CALLAHANI gazed out of the expansive floor-to-ceiling windows, taking in the breathtaking view of the azure ocean stretching towards the horizon, its waves gently crashing against the sandy shore below. We were in paradise, my thoughts echoed as I turned my attention back to the woman sitting beside me.She looked divine in an elegant sundress that accentuated her every curve. She sat comfortably on the plush sofa in our luxury suite. Her red, cascading hair shimmered under the warm sunlight glowing like a Phoenix's flame, as did her eyes, which sparkled mischievously. We had been enjoying an incredible vacation together, cherishing these precious moments away from the chaos we survived seven months ago.A contented smile played on my lips as I leaned towards her, a glint of longing mirrored in my eyes. "You know, Meg, this suite is quite enchanting, it pales in comparison to your beauty," I remarked winking.She chuckled, her laughter harmonious, and her eyes twinkled with deli

He was teaching Algebra. I already know the topic at the tip of my fingers. Of course, I studied ahead. Due to so much familiarity and hearing what I already know all over again, I completely lost concentration and gradually slipped into my dreamworld. I stared at Mr. Brett as he rambled on. I can’t explain enough how mesmerizing he was. He was Italian, so his voice came out like music. He had golden wavy hair that matched his brown eye color. A manly and gritty stubble was on his chin up all the way to almost his cheekbones. His cheekbones were well defined and he had a concrete jaw. He was so masculine and dangerously sexy. I gradually moved my eyes from his face to his bulging muscles. He flexed it with every movement of his hands. It was covered in tattoos, and I couldn’t make out the patterns. Not that I cared. I turned my attention to his lips. I imagined those soft lips kissing me passionately. Not on my lips yet, on my neck, but him gradually kissing me down to my breast.

Unlike Evelyn’s, my morning routine was simple. All I needed to do was take my bath, throw on a dress, eat and head for school. I had no reputation to keep. Evelyn’s mornings were even more stressful than the rest of her whole day because she wanted to look very good. She had no idea how good looking she was and didn’t need to stress. She was effortlessly beautiful.Well, my whole point is that, I don’t go to school with Evy or I would be late which I dare not. If I wanted to get to my safe ‘haven’ of peace which was none other than the school basement, then I had to be early.I was safe in the school basement by the time it clocked 6:15am. I spent most of the night thinking, studying and thinking about Mr. Brett, so I didn’t have sufficient sleep. I used this opportunity to cover up for my lost sleep.Apart from the days I had tests and I had to do extra study; I slept in the basement. I stay up late nights, and I wake up early in order to be here early, so this was my only opportuni

He called again.I was uncertain whether to answer the call or not. I decided to pick the call, but not before testing my voice to be sure it still didn’t sound so bad. It had improved to a good extent and by morning it should be back to normal.I picked the call after three counts.“Misha.”I collapsed on the bed at the sound of my name. I didn’t know my name could sound that good. This was the second time he called my name without the Miss. The first time I was in his office, I didn’t give it much thought because I was lost. His voice was soft and gentle. God, I wanted him to call my name again. I resisted the urge to ask him to.“Yes sir?” I composed myself and answered.“Did you sleep off? I’m sorry, did I wake you up?”“No No sir,” I responded immediately, not wanting anything to end this moment.I heard him chuckle at my enthusiasm.“Okay? Did what I say offend you?”“No”“You did not reply.”“I…I…didn’t know what to say,” I stammered. I fucking stammered!“That’s fine Misha, y

My heart was pounding hard in my chest. I’ve never been in this situation before. I sincerely did not know what to do.I just stood in front of Mr. Brett battling within myself on what to do. My brain was not giving me any suggestions and the pride I had for it reduced instantly. How could it disappoint me when I needed it the most? I must be doing well in displaying how pathetic I am.Mr. Brett observed my indecisive struggle and he chuckled. I looked up to meet his gaze. He was smiling down at me.“You're cute,” he said and used his right thumb to brush my cheek. Cute?! That was even the worst. Calling someone cute was only a nicer way of telling the person that she’s not beautiful enough or that she’s weird. The latter is what I felt he meant when he called me cute.My cheek flushed.“What do you want, Misha? Tell me exactly what you want,” he said, taking my hands and placing them firmly to my sides, then lowered himself a little to reach my height. I tilted my neck involuntarily