Achilles’ Point of View: This was crazy.I was going crazy trying to figure out what the hell was going on. Apparently, the message was now gone, and for some reason my father praised me—and this all happened while we had this crazy stalker on our backs who mysteriously decided to let us go? Amidst all this, another crazy thought hit me: what if my father was the one behind the threat and manipulation? Maybe he wanted to see if I could come back home to save Isabelle even if he was mad at me.Ah, that was probably a stretch. I par

Isabelle’s Point of View:I was fucked up.My eyes were still fixated at his perfectly greyish light black–shady eyes. Shady, in both senses.I had come here with the certainty that I would get him to admit that he speaks bullshit when he’s drunk, or maybe to end up with a huge amount of money for my college payment. Originally, the thought of him paying for me sounded so ridiculous, I didn’t even wanna present it. I mean I say that it’d be embarrassing for him if he couldn’t pay — but wouldn’t it be more embarrassing for me?I didn’t want to give that perspective to him. Obviously, when I looked at him once again through the eyes of someone who heard that he could potentially want to sleep with me again — it was weird. I thought I hated him to the core, but apparently, I just needed a little push and here I was—half naked in front of him, being paid over 50 millions to spend a night with the person I hated and loved for the longest time.But there was no time for thoughts. Not anymor

Achilles’ Point of View: It was 4 AM when I decided to get up and finish up some work I had left. We had been on the bed for almost 12 hours, but I didn’t sleep for most of it. Turns out if the girl cries during sex and it’s not because of the reason you think, it fucks you up wondering what the hell went wrong.As I stood up, I turned on the lights and looked over at her. She looked most at peace when she was asleep. Innocent. That’s what she seemed to be when her eyes were closed and she was drifting to her own magical world. I turned them off to make sure she didn’t wake up.Even though I usually worked in the living room, I didn’t want to leave her alone. So after bringing my laptop from the main

Isabelle’s Point of View:I left his house after our little make out session. There was no way I could have thought that I’d end up in my current situation two days ago—but I guess fate has its own plans no matter what you do.I don’t think I object to it, though. It was like a fantasy to me, even after everything that had happened. Sure, my brain was screaming at me, but my pretty teenage heart wasn’t mad about it. I could sound mature and say that I fucked up, but I knew deep down, I wanted nothing more than him.Maybe all my dreams were indeed gonna come true.…I was making my lunch a few hours later, thinking about my future. The next admission session — for the next semester — was going to start after six months, meaning these few months I had nothing to do. I had already earned more than I’d need, so there were no monetary issues. Although I did return like a 100 million dollars back to Achilles’ account. Apparently he counted the 12 hours I slept, and plus the almost 3-4 hours

  Isabelle’s Point of View:The rest of the night went better than I had expected it would. Even if I was scared after what had happened that night, he was gentle as ever and took it slow till I was completely ready. After that, I slept over at his place and decided to return in the morning. He wasn’t your normal sex-buddy.‘Sex-buddy’. Haha. To be honest, this was really a fantasy and I was freaking out on the inside. I never thought I’d lose my virginity, let alone to him—and that was a long time ago. Now I was sleeping with him on an exclusive basis. Well, what I was saying earlier—