My Lucky Boyfriend

uddenly turned to me, cupped my face in his hands, and, looking st

so lu

l of a sudden?"

et, you're still here. You're willing to face everything wi

losely at his face, which was marred by fresh bruises – a

raped together my last few thousand dollars to cover the inte

university at fifteen, the pride of his teachers and the envy of his peers – had spiral

e soared across the sky, n

h the wounds, it was a striking face, a face

ne as detached as me might never h

tion, and a middle-aged man's

and the same somber eyes –

oked out the window, his sw

o pick us up. He'll help me

ripped my hand tightly, pulling me

er twin didn't even glance at his son,

bitter smile. He rec

ie together. Out of nowhere, he turned and asked, "Who was your first

nswer him. My first? It wa

red eight months of s

Now, I was goin

lliant son brought down to the l

arm and, with a playful smile, said, "Having a

ed since those dar

, but the pain it caused remained etched dee

s – which had once been at the top of my class – plummeted, especially i

n was Erik

. Following my dad's directions after class, I walked into the b

with Erik to take me on as a student at a discount, c

show Mr. Hussain your

e over to Erik. I kept my eyes down, catching

uch, but she's always done we

out my report card, but in my rush, some

, something I'd secretly take

n his hand without a reaction. Even with my gaz

greed to tutor me for

my father wasn't looking, Erik sli

flirtatious, le

eady marked me, a reserved y

immediately. At first, I thought he w

first month, and he gave me a soft smile, tappin

gerous door. He leaned in, testing

s hand on my shou

whispering explan

top of my head before sli

lose and casually wrap

e touches and tried to move away, he'd fly int

stupid, say I was wasting his efforts an

his way of controlling me. Humiliated an

ess the other to the back of my head, the scent of

say when I pushed him away in

d, he used all sorts of reasons that

y cracked with lightning, Erik grabbed me fro