The second paper was finally over. My head felt heavy but my heart was lighter. I had studied so hard the night before, even though Damien kept teasing me by walking around the penthouse shirtless, his thick c**k half-hard in his pants. He respected my focus, but he still made it difficult.
I stepped out of the examination hall feeling tired but confident. The sun was bright, and students were chatting everywhere. I just wanted to go home, take a long shower, and let Damien f**k all the stress out of me.
Then I heard that familiar, hateful voice.
“Poor little slut.”
I stopped walking. Kael was leaning against a tree near the path, looking messy — wrinkled clothes, messy hair, and a bitter smirk on his face. His arm was still in a sling from the gunshot, but his eyes were full of poison
