Chapter 5

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• Three clicks of my pen and Zachary's eyes darted at me again. After disturbing his class, he continued teaching his so-called students. He didn't even bother to give me the momentum to introduce myself up front.
• Even though I was somewhat interested in what he was teaching, I didn't pay much attention to him. My gaze simply followed him everywhere. I must say, he's a good teacher. He would not be a professor otherwise, I suppose.
• I licked my lower lip and lazily leaned my back against my seat, exposing my leg under the slit of my fitted dress.
• "Ms. Rodriguez, what the hell are you doing?"
• A smirk crept into my lips when I heard his baritone voice. His eyes were glaring at me; it was as if he was killing me with them. The veins popping out on his neck didn't even escape my sight.
• How many times will I watch him go to this state after I come back? I chuckled in the back of my mind.
• I innocently raised my left eyebrow. "What do you mean, sir?" I asked while still maintaining my composure.
• His jaw was in a deep clench; he seemed to be running out of patience. "Sit properly, Ms. Rodriguez. You're in a school, not a club," he said directly, not minding if I might get offended.
• I faked a gasp. "You're terrible, Professor. It's like you don't know me; I normally sit like this, right?" I bit my lower lip as my eyes traveled to his lap.
• I heard some whispers from the students, obviously curious about what was happening between Zachary and I. Everyone stopped when Zachary dropped the book he was holding onto the table with a loud thump.
• "Class dismissed. You can now go to your next class," he informed.
• The students started moving even though they were surprised by what was happening. I could feel their back and forth glances at me and Zachary, but I just stayed in my seat while not taking my eyes off the front.
• What now, Zachary? Is this all you can do?
• I shook my head and stood up, preparing to leave.
• "You," he said emphatically, making me turn. "Stay," he commanded, and there's an evident warning in his tone.
• I just shrugged and went back to my seat. I crossed my arms and then looked at him lazily. To annoy him even more, I moved my thigh from my clothes.
• His jaw tensed again. He violently pulled his necktie and walked towards the door. The next thing I heard was the click of the doorknob; he locked it.
• "Did I do something wrong, sir?" I asked, tilting my head sideways to glance at him. I couldn't hide my sarcasm as I uttered the last word.
• Zachary watched me darkly as he walked closer to my seat. "What the hell are you doing here, Atasha?" he said nonchalantly.
• I raised my eyebrows. "Studying?" I chuckled. "What else are you doing at school?" I even added.
• Later, I covered my mouth, and my eyes were wide when I looked at him. "Don't tell me... public sex is also allowed here?"
• I was slightly surprised when he violently pulled me by my arm. I'm standing now as we both face each other. Just like before, his gaze seemed like a dagger hitting my eyes. Furious.
• "I don't have time to joke with you, Atasha," he said firmly.
• I laughed, even though I could feel the pain of him holding my arm. "Come on, Zachary. Is it bad to study another course?"
• "Do you think I will buy that? That's pure bullshit, Atasha," he stated.
• I snorted. "Well... okay. I surrender." I pulled the arm he was holding and then slowly combed my hair with my fingers.
• He kept his sharp gaze on me as he waited for me to say something.
• "Zachary, Zachary," I chanted and stared at him. "What if I said I came here to..." I lifted my hand and slowly touched his chest. "Fvck with you again?" I continued. "Will you believe me?"
• For the nth time, his jaw tensed up.
• I chuckled and continued touching him, from his chest down to his belly. He quickly grabbed my hand when it was about to touch his sensitive part. I acted disappointed.
• "Why the hell are you here, Atasha?" he repeated, demanding an answer.
• I smiled and moved closer to him; our bodies are almost touching. "I already told you, Zachary. I want you... to f*ck me again," I answered. "Over and over... every day," I added hoarsely.
• "And why would I do that?" He maintained his stoic face, although I could see the desire in his eyes.
• That's right, Zachary. This is you. A womanizer.
• "Don't you want me? Don't you want to f*ck me again? You know, I'm good in bed," I said.
• That's why you stayed with me back then, right? Even though you and Eunice were in a relationship because you love it when we have sex.
• "After all those years, Atasha. You're still like that? A whore?" He scoffed.
• I secretly clenched my jaw and faked a smile at him. "Why, Zachary? Didn't you also like my flirtatiousness?"
• He didn't say a word, and his sharp stare at me doubled.
• "Come on. Stop bringing up the past, Zachary. What I want is a pure-fvck relationship with no feelings attached. So... you don't have to think about... your fiancee." I flirtatiously touched his chest again.
• "We did it years ago. So maybe it's not a big deal if..." I tilted my head to look at him, faking lust in my face. "We do it again? Right, Zachary?"
• He averted his gaze. "You are doing this to ruin my upcoming wedding with your sister."
• I let out a laugh. "Oh, please, I don't care about your relationship with Eunice," I stated.
• Because I'm sure the marriage won't happen.
• "Like I said, what I want is you, fvcking me again. Let's just say . . . I need a body pleaser." I shrugged. "And you are the best at it . . ."
• He smirked then eyed me, shooting his death glare. "So, you really had a man after me?"
• I didn't even expect his question, and I don't know why we went to that topic; I stayed in my composition.
• "Yeah?" I answered lazily. "Why? Do you expect me to chase you?" I still asked.
• After what you did to my baby?
• He gritted his teeth and then let out a mocking laugh. "Yeah right. Why would you chase me after what you did to me?"
• For a moment, I was confused by what he said.
• He had the courage to use that tone on me.
• I wonder what he's talking about. Maybe it's when I told my father about their relationship when I was admitted to the hospital two years ago. He must be thinking that I planned to ruin their relationship that time. In the end, instead of thinking of it, I just ignored it.
• I heaved a deep breath. "What now, Zachary? Can't we just forget the past and let me share with my sister?" I licked my bottom lip. "You know... my body really wants you badly—"
• My words became a shriek when he effortlessly carried me. My legs were unwittingly wrapped around his body as he held me by my hips. He looked at me without emotion and then brought his face closer to my ear. I could feel his hot breath there, which raised my hair.
• "You want this, right?" he murmured, and I could feel the dripping coldness in his voice. "Then I'll give you the favor. I'll never stop f*cking you until you can't walk with your own feet," he declared.