Not her Biological Father

born into wealth

, Marcus, built Blake Group Holdings from nothing - an empire of infrastructure, logistics, a

they were a

, they were

e room. Mistakes weren't discussed - they were never an option. Love

ns were even asked. Professors trusted him. Students

feel safe, like he never had to wea

...

ear the cafeteria later in the day, she had come back from pickin

for a quick meal. "Let me cook for you," she said

n't burn down the hostel

oom while she chopped vegetables an

ed the room. She was plating our food, the way her hair

needed to pull

ound, though neither of us was watching. We laughed between bites, tradin

es are brushing. Her lips were stained with sauce. The way she licked them c

on me. Or maybe she did, but truste

ouldn'

ky was bruised with sunset. We paused under the ma

coming," s

l and your company",

laughing, her body, the accidental brushes of our hands. I lay on my bed,

n my phone rang. It w

maybe it might be urgent, who knows, so I took off my towel and put on a light sin

my math assignment, I don't understa

t first, then I asked "Why didn't you te

time alone with the way you left class tod

you're talking about " I mumbled

e trying to understand the equations, after a few minutes of explanations I saw that she looked overwhelmed an

asked breaking t

t that I need to

an I get yo

a few

sked looking

t showed off most of her thighs and a sleevele

cleared

thirsty right

g. We started talking about random things, school, and how the lecturer almost fell in our last class. But I noticed Rose didn't keep her hands in place while we talked and I tried to make sure she didn't

e whispered, then she moved her

she slowly held my hands and

, I asked her angrily if she came here fo

is nonsense, if you aren't here to stud

the problem and left sheepishly with her

I let out a br

s returned to

I sle