His ruthless obsession

I didn't look back, I knew the owner of that voice very well. Every day I heard the ma- authority of this speech that gives me a s

doing anything bad. He just found me here in the classroom alone because my classmate Sofia told me to wait for him here. "S-ir -ahm-ah" what is that why

d I almost didn't breathe when I felt my back pressed against

diately met. And like before I always admired the color of his eyes. He has a the dark brown eyes that I always admire whenever I got the chance to stare at i

. I couldn't stop my tears from falling. He's always like this. He's always making me feel that I always did mistake everyday. I can't anymore. I held back my tears. "Sir. I'm sorry But if I did something wrong, you wouldn't have scolded me. I hope you tell me. It's not like

with anyone." Dad warned again. Because this is not the first time I left the house. Whenever dad is not working, he always takes me out of the house so that I can learn to socialize with other people. "Yes, but dad, what should I do when someone talks to me?" I asked as I remembered the first incident when someone asked me one day at the mall where C. R was so I answered him. "MISS where is the road to C.R?" A lady asked me politely. Why did he immediately ask C.R. He should have asked first where our house is because there is a C.R there. "At home. There's C.R there" I answered him with a smile. I also looked around to look for dad. He said he will buy Ice cream for me. "Huh?" I was lifted again by the person who asked me. Who is now looking at me as if in disbelief. His lips are slightly open. "Are you kidding me kid!" Unbelievably screamed this exclamation again. I frowned. "Oh no, you're asking questions so I'm answering you properly. Because Papa said that when someone talks to me, I should talk to them properly so they can say I'm a good girl. But you're bad because you're yelling at me." I have a sweet relationship with him. It just tormented me and then muttered "such an Idiot." "Wha

It seems like I'm just a stump standing and not knowing will do." At least you know how to talk back" He seemed to be happy with this promise whic

ms were tightly wrapped around my waist. This is the first time I have felt something like this. A soft moan escaped from my mouth. Especially when he slowly put his hands in my skirt and ran

ly men. Maybe it's okay. The important thing is that I can sit somewhere. While I was walking to the empty seat, I didn't know what to do, especially since someone was looking at me. The others even smiled at me, especially the men who were gathering on their cellphones, and now someone is whistling at me. Hmmm maybe they want to make friends. "That's nice dude. Is that new here?" I heard a man say with a playful smile on his lips. Who is he talking about? "I guess" answered their colleague. I just ignored them, because they didn't talk to me or ask me questions. They keep

aring at me?" It's a s

l I can see is dad's face when I sleep and when I wake up he is what I always see. So it's nice to

still grimacing. Why is it ? D

you're pretty?" I fro

It's just..yo

d. I just snorted

xtending his hand to me. I immediately understood that he kne

d myself while happily shaking hands

ng I accelerated" I energetically answered him. He nodded at my answer. It seem

t's why" He answered with a smile whi

or and guess what?" The woman in the first

that they almost look alike because they have the same make-up

ean Clinton Niccolas Donovan the most hot and gorgeous man we met in the club last week?" It's a big, incredulous question. But wait, aren't minors allowed in the club? Why can they

I wil

hey are talking abou

. Whose this new guy.. i mean ne

d Mr. Donovan taught him business first because one day he will be the manager of Donovan Inc. Since Donovan S

innocently. Should I know every pro

r Clinton ?" It seems like an unbelievable question to me. Why does t

girls didn't stop talking about the

How can I be interested,

e has a class with us?" I asked "Yeah. You di

ched for the name Clinton Niccolas Donovan. History is his subject with us. Since -I'm a tutor, I've studied it. And I can say that thi

that is senior high because he is fucos

introduced me and said that I am not a regular student s

ent to the cafeteria

y even treated me a lunch. We were

IC IN OUR SC

mean it's okay to talk to someone behind their ba

y my classmates are not listening, they are just staring at the man with a deep brown eyes, A tall guy with a well built body. Even I can't stop my eyes from staring at those eyes that captivated me. He has this cold but dangerous aura surroun

n instead of Sir Donovan. And I just want you to know my simple and plain rule. "Everyone focused attention on him. No one m

n your house." He said with a warning tone. He must know that his subject is boring. Wh

my eyes as if they were reading my personality. I just bit my lip deeply regretting why I asked. The way he looked at me, my legs were getti

me down because my legs lost strength so I just sat down while I felt like I ran far bec

mates and focused there. Fortunately, it's not mine anymore, his stare

be perfect, we shouldn't do anything he won't like but we m

f my female classmates com

ly, but despite the silences, it's the imaginations that go

let's go

lucky so I'm goi

go home, it wi

them, but the three of my classmates a

ould only go with him" Hera answered i

ouldn't keep up with them. While his classmates who wanted to take him looked at each other as if they co

ave his own anger. One of the young men who wa