Rhea POV
The rest of the week was a routine. We had s*x every single day, sometimes more than once a day.
He also continued to tutor me with my studies, and sometimes he would step out, leaving me all alone but when he returned I was immediately bent over.
“You can pull over here,” I said, fidgeting nervously with my fingers the closer he drove to my home. The week was over. I had done what he asked of me, and when it was time to leave he insisted on taking me home himself.
I tried protesting, but the look he gave me shut down any further argument. How the hell did he even know where I lived? I thought — but who was I kidding. He knew almost everything about me. Of course he knew where I lived.
Thankfully he actually did hit the brake, but that didn’t stop my anxiety since my house wa
