HER INNOCENT SLAVE (ENGLISH)

HER INNOCENT SLAVE 09

(HIS) Chapter 09

"Aren't you going to eat first?"

"No. I have an early meeting." He half-walked, half-ran past me.

I rolled my eyes at him as he nearly tripped from rushing out the living room door. He said he had a meeting, but honestly, I've noticed that he's been avoiding me for days now. Whenever something happens like that, he becomes quiet. As if he wants to avoid repeating what had happened. But when I get close, he can't refuse.

I wasn't done eating, but I stood up. I leaned against the doorframe to watch him. I still caught sight of his car leaving the big gate. Instead of getting into my own car and following him, I stayed by the doorframe and finished my food.

"This jerk. Do you think I will not notice? Ready yourself when we get home."

I didn't like how he avoided me; that's why I wasn't in the mood even after arriving at school. It didn't help that I spotted Ivy's group in the hallway. I even recalled Lucas's warning to me before just to remember her name. She had more companions now.

I was already getting closer when I noticed Ivy positioning her foot forward. I held back a smirk because I knew this kind of old-school bully style.

I shook my head and continued walking. When I got near, I simply stepped over her foot. I heard her annoyed hiss when her attempt to trip me failed. I couldn't help but burst out laughing as I walked straight and passed by them one by one.

"Come back here!" she screeched, almost sounding like her veins would snap.

I had my back to them. I raised my eyebrow and the corner of my lip as I lifted one hand and gave her my middle finger as a response while still walking away.

"You better not make it obvious next time."

"f**k!" she shouted.

I was just giving advice on how to be good at bullying, but I think I pissed her off more.

"Come back here!"

I continued walking, smirking while ignoring her.

Even though my back was turned, I could hear every heavy, angry step as she came closer.

Even without eyes on the back of my head, I could feel her hand reaching for my hair. I wasn't stupid enough to let her, so I did what I had to do.

Before she could grab me, I sidestepped. She stumbled forward, losing her balance because of my move.

"What are you doing there?" I promised I tried not to laugh, but it escaped.

I crossed my arms while watching her get back up. Her face turned tomato-red from anger and humiliation.

"You've gone too far!" she screamed and tried to grab me.

I stepped back. She tried again but still failed to reach me. I only dodged, not fighting back. As long as she doesn't hurt me, I won't hurt her. Try to lay a finger on me; I'll return it ten times.

"What did I do? Wasn't it you who tried to trip me? Do it when I'm near, not when I can see it."

I was still calm. That changed only when her friends stepped in to grab me. They pulled my hair and clothes. Some of my buttons popped off.

I rolled my eyes. I uncrossed my arms and went for the girl holding my hair. From her grip on my hair, I quickly bent one of her fingers backward until it snapped. She screamed and immediately let go to clutch her injured finger.

"Ouch! I can't move it! She broke my finger!"

One of their friends rushed to her and checked her hand. She was crying now. I'm not into violence unless necessary, but they were really pissing me off at that moment. My day was already bad, and they just fueled it more.

I turned to the other girls holding my arms and tugging at my damaged uniform, trying to undress me. Maybe they thought I'd be embarrassed if exposed. What they didn't know—I'd even go topless at European beaches where it's allowed.

"You dumbass. I know how to take off my own clothes."

I shoved off the hand on my uniform and quickly kicked her in the stomach. The one holding my arm instantly let go when she saw what I did to her friend.

"You pig!" Ivy screamed and came closer.

She managed to scratch my neck, but I caught her hair and yanked her toward me. I quickly raised my fist and punched her straight in the face. She dropped down crying, clutching her bleeding nose.

"Never call me a pig, you idiot."

The bell rang. Students poured out of their classrooms and gathered around the hallway to witness what happened. All the students here wore the same uniform as mine. Ivy's class was in another building, so it meant they really came here on purpose.

"What's happening here?" Teachers came out from classrooms and rushed toward Ivy's injured group.

"Ms. Campbell? What's going on here?" One approached me, eyes glancing at my ripped uniform.

"She suddenly attacked us!" Ivy pointed at me, still clutching her nose.

"I attacked you, but you're the ones who came to our building? If I wanted to beat you, I'd go to your house instead." I rolled my eyes.

Members of the student council arrived and helped bring them to the clinic. Lucas was with them. He immediately walked toward me, clearly having heard I was in a fight. His eyes lingered on my damaged uniform before scanning the crowd around us.

"What happened—"

"Why are you here? I thought you were avoiding me?" I cut him off.

He just sighed and shook his head. He came closer and took off his uniform polo to cover my exposed chest.

"What happened?" he asked again.

"Nothing!" I rolled my eyes.

"You have a wound on your neck. I'll take you to the clinic."

I laughed and brushed off his hand wiping the blood on my neck.

"To the clinic? Then what? Fight with Ivy again in there?" I raised my brows. "Fine, let's go! Let's go to the clinic, then!"

I walked after the others headed to the clinic but stopped when he pulled me back. He faced me, his brows furrowed.

"I'll treat you myself," he said.

He pulled me by the arm, and as we passed Leela, her eyes first went to Lucas's hand holding me, then scanned my messy appearance.

"What happened?" she asked, frowning.

"She got into a fight," Lucas briefly replied before pulling me past her.

We stopped by the clinic so he could get an emergency kit. He didn't let me go inside since Ivy was there. Once he got the kit, he pulled me away again. When we reached his classroom, he let go. It was empty. He shut the door behind us.

"You don't have class?" I glanced around the quiet room while he opened the box of medicine, taking the contents out one by one.

"We do."

"Where are the students?" I sat nearby.

"Swimming class." His eyes stayed on the kit.

After arranging the items, he pulled a chair in front of me.

"You didn't go with them?"

"I told you, we have a meeting."

"Oh?" I raised my brows. "So it's true? I thought you were just making excuses to avoid me."

When he glanced at me, he caught my grin. He shook his head.

"I am kind of avoiding you, but aside from that, I'm really busy."

He put medicine on cotton and gently pressed it against my wound. I stared at him while he's tending me. Anyone who met him would first notice his eyes. Then they'd be drawn to his lashes, his nose, and his lips. All of them are perfect. I couldn't imagine him being inexperienced, because he looked so rough and wild.

"You have strong features. You look more wild than innocent."

He didn't respond, focused on treating me. I moved. Our eyes met when the polo covering my chest slipped down. He quickly looked away and fixed it on me.

"We're leaving next month," I said, watching him button his uniform on me.

"I don't want to ask where, but I'm curious. So, tell me where," he asked.

"I don't have to tell you. You'll know once we're there. Just come with me."

He smirked and looked up. I froze, staring at his lips. They weren't fully stretched but slightly curved.

"I don't trust your 'just'." He was still smirking.

"You don't have any other choice anyway."

"Yeah. I know."

His focus was back on the buttons, while mine stayed on his lips. My chest felt like it was having a festival, my heartbeat pounding hard.

Why the hell did he look so hot while smirking?

Maybe he sensed my silence. When he looked at me, he was surprised to see me staring at him. Our faces were just an inch apart. He blinked, then stared back.

We stayed quiet for a while. His lips parted slightly as his gaze dropped to mine. It felt like we had the same thought. Without words, we leaned in until our lips met.

Our mouths moved. It was different this time, because now he wasn't resisting. He was responding. He stopped buttoning my shirt when I grabbed his collar and pulled him deeper into the kiss.

The sounds of our lips were loud, our breaths heavy. His eyes were closed. His arms wrapped around my waist as he suddenly pulled me onto his lap. I obeyed and spread my legs to straddle him. His hard-on rubbed against mine directly when I pushed myself down.

"Ah!" I gasped when he cupped my breast through my bra.

He hadn't buttoned the top, so he easily reached my exposed chest. He groaned when I began moving my lower body against him while we kissed.

"You didn't lock the door. Won't anyone come in?" I whispered.

He shook his head, already lost in the moment. I heard him groan. In one quick move, he unhooked my bra. He wasted no time, making me jolt when he sucked on my breast.

"Faster, please," he begged. His hands unconsciously guided my hips to move faster.

He gripped my hips tightly as if chasing release. I shut my eyes, kissing him harder while moving quicker. We weren't at home, so I thought it best to finish fast.

"s**t, Lucas," I cursed between gasps as it hit me.

"Lucienne!" I felt a bite on my shoulder.

Instead of hurting, it triggered my release. We were both panting heavily. I was done, but he was still moving weakly.

I lifted myself up. We looked at each other, both breathless. His eyes fell on my shoulder, red with his teeth marks. I got off his lap and returned to the chair, my knees weak.

"You came. Go clean up before it stains your pants."

Grinning, I finished buttoning the uniform he hadn't closed. He blushed and nodded. If not for his red face, I'd think he was faking innocence because he was too good at making out.

"Bring a condom next time."

"Why?" He blushed harder.

"So if we do it in public again, you won't get messy." I smirked.

I laughed when his face turned even redder as he put the medicine back in the box. He stood and was about to leave, following my advice to clean up. He told me to wait in my classroom before he left to change clothes at his locker.

I walked toward my classroom absentmindedly, replaying what happened. He was only supposed to treat my wound. I never thought we'd end up doing that in his classroom.

What if someone walked in? Or worse, his girlfriend?

But he didn't seem worried earlier. He didn't stop me and even pulled me onto his lap. Maybe because he knew no one would come since everyone was at swimming.

"Today is exhausting," I sighed.

Did I really just like his eyes so much that I forced Daddy to get him for me? Or was there another reason?

I sighed again and went out through the exit to head home, deciding not to wait for Lucas.