FALLEN FOR A BAD BOY

PROJECT'S DUE

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Aurora scoffed and rolled her eyes. This had to be the best joke she'd ever heard.

"What's wrong with doing it here?" she asked flatly.

"It's not possible. Lessons are almost over, and I'm definitely not staying here any longer," Leonard replied.

"No. We'll do it on Monday," she said firmly.

Just then, Oma walked in with Ivy, Tiffany, and Amelia.

"Have you guys seen the latest news?" Ivy asked, not really directing it at anyone.

"Sometimes I feel like Roland just hates us," Oma groaned.

"What?" Aurora asked, clearly irritated by Leonard's grip on her.

Amelia and Tiffany shot her annoyed glares, which Leonard immediately caught-and returned with one of his own.

"Roland moved the project deadline. It's due Monday now, not Tuesday! Can you believe that?" Oma said, exasperated. Ivy sighed in frustration.

Leonard smirked at Aurora.

"Either you come with me, or you fail the project."

"As if you wouldn't fail too," Aurora shot back, rolling her eyes.

"Wait, come with you where?" Oma asked, her tone sharp with curiosity.

"It's none of your business," Leonard replied coldly. Tiffany and Amelia exchanged knowing looks.

Oma glanced at Aurora, clearly piecing things together.

"Can we just go already? We only have today to finish this, and I'm not sacrificing my weekend," Ivy said, standing.

"Leo-" Tiffany started.

"Walk away," Leonard cut her off, his tone final.

The girls left one by one, and Aurora groaned.

Just today? There's no way she was seeing this jerk on Saturday or Sunday too. She couldn't.

"Made up your mind yet?" Leonard's voice came low and close as his hand brushed her waist. Aurora flinched and stepped back.

"Stop that. What language do I have to speak for you to get that I don't like being touched?"

"Why don't you like being touched?" he asked, studying her.

"Don't ask."

"Are you going through something?"

"Why do you even-ugh! Just stop getting on my nerves. Let's just get this over with."

"Of course. At my place."

"No-"

"Make up your mind and meet me outside when we close," he said with a wink, then walked off.

Oma immediately got up and followed after him.

"My God, she's impossible," Tiffany muttered. "And did I just hear Leo say he wants Aurora to go to his place?"

"So? How is that any of your business?" Ivy snapped.

"I wasn't talking to you," Tiffany snapped back.

"Leo never lets any girl from college go to his place. Not even for the parties he throws," Amelia added.

"Maybe because Aurora actually has self-respect, unlike you and your so-called queen of madness that got slapped today," Ivy fired.

"You better watch that mouth," Tiffany warned, jabbing a finger at her.

"Or what? Isn't it true? You throw yourself at Ricky, Leo, Sean-basically anyone with a pulse. You'd probably sleep with a dog if you thought it was cute."

"Ivy!" Tiffany shouted, drawing attention.

The librarian came over, her voice sharp but quiet. "What is going on here? This is a library."

"Nothing," Ivy said sweetly, feigning innocence.

"Don't make me throw you out," the librarian warned, then walked away. Ivy smirked at Tiffany.

Just then, Ricky walked in with Rosanne. Ivy's eyes met his, and she quickly looked away.

The pair took a seat nearby.

"Mr. Roland is the worst," Rosanne complained. "I thought we had till Tuesday."

Meanwhile, Aurora sat alone, massaging her temples and taking deep breaths.

Go to his place?

No way.

She wasn't insane. But what choice did she have? She couldn't bring him to her house either-her parents were going out for an event, Nanny Mira was on leave, and the other maids wouldn't be much help.

Saturday and Sunday were out of the question.

No. Just... no.

She exhaled heavily and closed her eyes, trying to come up with something-anything.

"Are you okay?" a male voice asked gently.

She opened her eyes to see Sean standing there.

"You?" she said, almost in disbelief.

He sat down across from her.

"Planning to bump into me again?" she asked dryly. When had she started talking to random people?

"I just want to be friends," he said softly.

She glared at him-hard.

"Chill. It's not that deep," he said, but she acted like she hadn't heard him.

She just had to think of something-anything.

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"Leo! Wait!" Oma called after him.

"What?" He turned around, clearly annoyed.

"You can't take Auri to your place. I told you-she's traumatized. You can't just take her."

"Since when did you start telling me what to do?" he shot back.

"Please, you can't-"

"First of all, I don't appreciate being told what to do. Second, I'm not taking her to my place."

"Then where? Wait... your parents' place?" she asked, eyes narrowing.

Leo gave a sly smile and walked off before she could say anything else.

Oma pressed a hand to her chest, uneasy.

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HENDERSON MANSION

Kimberly stormed into the house after everything that had happened. She was livid-and the staff knew it.

One maid had already been fired.

Still in her casual singlet and bum shorts, she paced furiously.

Then she heard a car pull up.

She ran downstairs, her chest rising and falling quickly as she moved.

Someone entered the living room-it was her brother, Wayne, dressed sharply in a black suit.

"Wayne. You came," she said, hugging him tightly.

"Just to grab something. I'm heading back soon," he replied, gently brushing her hair.

She pulled away slightly.

"Why is your face red? What happened?" he asked.

"This girl at college. She slapped me-multiple times-for no reason!" Kimberly's voice cracked as tears filled her eyes. "Both cheeks, Wayne!"

He cupped her face gently. "It's okay. Don't cry. Stuff like this happens."

"Happens? That's your reaction? You should be furious-coming with me tomorrow to confront her!" she snapped, wiping her tears.

"Shhh... Go to your room. I'll meet you there," Wayne said quietly.

Kimberly hesitated, sensing where this was heading, but she still went upstairs.

Wayne dismissed the maids and later joined her, finding her sitting on the bed with her head down.

"You know I don't like getting caught up in your school drama," he said, sitting beside her.

"You could at least pretend to care," she muttered, resting her head on his shoulder.

"You've never been bullied and you won't be. You're the one people fear, remember?"

"She's different... she's dangerous."

"Not more than you." He pinched her cheek lightly, and she smiled a little.

Then he leaned in and kissed her-slow, wet, and intense.

"Wayne..." she breathed into the kiss.

"We're siblings..."

"Hush." He deepened the kiss.

"The maids might-"

"I sent them out. Just relax," he whispered against her lips, playing with her tongue.

Kimberly moaned as he gently laid her down on the bed, undressing her with practiced ease.

Then he stripped, climbed over her, and entered her without delay.

"Oh sh*t..." she gasped, her hands clutching his hair as his thrusts became urgent.

"I missed this," he whispered, and she moaned in response.

"Ouch..." she gripped the sheets, her body arching.

He teased her chest with his hands as he moved, and she couldn't stop the sounds leaving her mouth.

Her mind flickered to the night she first gave herself to him-her birthday. It had been wild, unforgettable. She still didn't know how he'd gotten to her, but she fell-and hard.

Her brother.

"Wayne..." she moaned again.