The 4th CRIME

Chapter 19

"Oh, my god!" I'm assuming, my principal's wife, gushed as she saw us walking into the venue, "the Hutcherson's!" She gasped as she looked up at us with wide eyes, a huge smile and flushed cheeks. "It is such an honour to finally meet you," she spoke in fluent Russian and the usual thick Russian accent as she greeted us. 

She was an elderly woman, dressed in a plain black dress and plain black heels. Her slightly graying hair was placed in a high bun with a few curls set loose and her lips were painted with a light pink lipstick. 

My mother stepped forward, my father's arm around her, "thank you for the invite," my mother said kindly. Turning on the charm like she always does. 

"Oh, my," she further said, "you're all...so dressed! And...wow!" She said clearly flustered. 

She wasn't kidding when she said we were dressed. Like I've said before, my mother refuses for any of us to leave the house looking less than absolutely flawless. 

Now, my attention wasn't on this conversation neither was my attention on the social event where all eyes were on us. But rather on a single man who was keeping eye contact with me, causing chills to run down my spine.  

A man, who happens to be the very same teacher who makes my heart race whenever he looks at me. Also, the man who's kissed me more times than any man, besides my father, ever has. 

His eyes looked over my form. In awe, in admiration, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't like the way he was looking at me. I bit my lip and then tried to avert my eyes from his as I looked him over. 

He was such a gentleman, dressed in a black dress pants with a navy blue shirt where the first few buttons were unbuttoned and his sleeves were rolled up. His brown leather shoes shined to perfection and his hair perfectly styled. 

I looked away from him- tempted by his physique, and also realising that my father was here. If he even saw me glance in a man's direction, the person is usually dead before the end of the night. And the last thing I want is for Mr Kim to go missing.

I looked around the place and then looked at Czar who was standing beside me. His eyes already scanning over everyone before they landed on Mr Kim and he just glanced at me. Giving me the "side eye" as he looked me over and then looked away from me, walking away from me. 

I followed behind my brother, like I always do. He walked to the buffet table and started looking at what was being served. 

"You can't eat too much. You know as well as I do, that the second you eat a little bit much, your stomach refuses to play hide and seek." 

I glared at him, "whatever you say six pack." 

He just shrugged and I wanted to whack him upside the head but we had to behave. Appearance was everything. And I knew he was right. I was looking my absolute best tonight. A beautiful outfit that cost a whole lot of money- I was sure no Tom, d**k and Harry would be able to afford. It was flawless, but my stomach was out for the world to see. And right now I was doing a good job of sucking it in and keeping it in. 

I was wearing a two piece suit with the top part of it being a black corset embellished with Swarovski crystals while the pants that I wore were a plain black with slits on the sides that reached until my mid-thigh. I wore it with a pair of black sleek heels and my braids were loose over my shoulder.

I know I train, but for some reason, a six pack- I've never been able to accomplish that unlike my younger brother who's got the six pack while I'm here with my stomach. Proud. 

"Where are you going?" I asked Czar as I watched him place his hands in his pockets, turning. 

He turned his head over his shoulder, looking at me with a blank face, "don't act like you don't want to go and greet your boyfriend." 

I snickered as I raised an eyebrow, "so what? You're letting me go to him." 

"Not like I was going to stop you," he just said as he started to walk away. 

I looked after him for a second before I looked down at the food at the buffet table, wrinkling my nose slightly at the sight of the food. Everything for everyone to touch- people certainly lack class. 

I raised my chin and walked past the buffet table, set on doing one thing and one thing only. 

He wasn't standing alone, he was standing with three other teachers from school. I don't care about going into detail about those teachers because they weren't the ones I was making out with at school and developed feelings for. 

"Mr Kim," I greeted as I appeared besides the unsuspecting group where all eyes immediately turned to me.

The average looking men all looked at me for a minute, their eyes roaming my figure and I could care less. "Miss Hutcherson," they said in unison and I didn't try to look in their direction as I looked at Mr Kim. 

"Natalya," Mr Kim greeted me with a smile. "You're looking beautiful," he commented. 

I tilted my head, "as I always am, thank you." 

He chuckled and shook his head, "you're welcome, Natalya." 

"Well," I said as I looked at all of the men, "I just came here to greet," I paused and then faced, Mr Kim, "and say a few words. Can I please have a word with you, Mr Kim? Enjoy the rest of your evening, gentlemen."

He nodded, licking his bottom lip as he looked at the other teachers, "we'll continue our conversation when I return," he just said as I began to walk and he caught up with me. 

His long strides were shorter now as he kept pace with me. "Now, what's it that you want to talk about, Natalya?" He asked me 

I remained indifferent, "in private." 

"Private?" He chuckled, "I get the sense that you don't want to talk..."

I stopped in my steps and looked up at him, "and if I don't?" I asked him coolly, "what if I don't want to talk? What if, I want some alone time with you...what would you say?" 

He looked down at me, his eyes showing his desire and mischief, "I'd say, your parents are in the building," he paused, raising an eyebrow, "then, then I'd say I have my car in the parking lot and I'll meet you there in ten minutes." 

"Five." 

"Deal," he finalised as he turned and walked away from me. 

I didn't look after him. I just walked the opposite way, walking through the people aimlessly and being stopped by some to have conversation and to accept compliments. 

When I was sure and looked around to see my mother and father on the dance floor, holding each other, rather very...sensual if you ask me. I knew for sure they weren't paying attention to me. My parents are very s****l people, if I can put it kindly, and I could see from the way my father was looking down at my mother and his hand on her thigh as she looked up at him, talking. That they weren't talking about the party, but rather what the hell they wanted to do after the party. I shook my head at the thought but walked through the people and made my way outside the open doors of the mansion. 

I coughed into my hand, casually walking through the parking lot seeing various cars and I looked around for the car that belonged to Mr Kim. 

A fire burned in my gut, excitement as I opened the passenger door and got inside the car. This was unlike anything I've ever done before. I couldn't help the smile that spread across my features as I flipped my braids and looked at Chang-woo. 

I didn't get a chance to say anything, because he was leaning over me. His face inches from mine, his breath against my skin as I looked into his dark eyes. His lips were just inches away and I couldn't wait. I know he likes to take his time but I wasn't here for that. 

I grabbed him by his shirt and brought his lips right onto mine, hungry for him. 

I was tired of those small innocent kisses. I needed something that would keep me hooked. I needed something that reminded me that I wasn't with a boy but that I was with a man. 

His lips moved against mine with the same hunger, his tongue made its way into my mouth as we both fought for dominance. I moaned into the rough kiss, his hands on my body, roaming and touching. 

His hands slipped under my top, going right under my bra as he began to fondle my breasts. I gasped, giving him the upper hand as his tongue roamed every inch of my mouth. My hands were around his neck, bringing him closer as I moaned at the intense feeling of this man playing with my n*****s. 

Damn, this felt good. 

He pulled away suddenly and I looked at him in surprise, "wha-" 

"Let's get out of here," he said, out of breath as his lips attacked my neck and I shut my eyes, sighing at the feeling of his lips on my virgin neck. 

"And," I struggled to get my thoughts together, "and go where?" I asked him, as his lips sucked on my flesh. 

"Somewhere, where we can be alone," he said as he lifted his head and sat back in his seat. 

I felt flustered as I looked at him. I bit my bottom lip, unable to stop my smile. "I'd better be safe," I said, as I tilted my head. 

He shook his head, snickering, "I won't kill you, if that's what you think." 

I smirked, "oh, you won't. But I might," I said under my breath as he started his car. 

"Did you say something?" He asked me and I shook my head. 

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