❝Read me your favorite pieces of poetry while I please you❞ I feel his hardness grow underneath me and watch as his chest begins to rise and fall. His lips part open with heavy breaths.
I begin to unbutton his shirt slowly, kissing down his neck alm...
Holidays were never my favorite because my family was the epitome of fake, along with the people who claim to be mother's friends and are the complete opposite.
I developed it from my mother, diagnosed with nymphomania at the age of sixteen. She was diagnosed with it at the same age.
Grandma was a religious woman so it made life for her a living hell, mother would write about how she felt disgusted in her skin because of her. How she was sent to an all girls school for most of her life before being sent here at the age of nineteen.
Father had made it extremely clear that he didn't care what happened in my life especially when he had told me I'd end up just like her in a matter of time.
In some ways, Carter reminded me of father. From the judgmental stares to the "you're turning out to be just like her" talks any chance they get.
Exiting my room I'm snapped from my thoughts when someone exits Carter's office.
Fuck me.
Golden brown eyes resembling the sun during a sunset behind clear round lenses.
Dark brown curls falling forward on his face, perfect defined cheekbones. A sharp jaw I wanted to run my finger across and perfect pink lips almost begging for a kiss made me cross my leg over the other.
Dressed in a white button, his strong muscles poked from the shirt that did nothing to hide his figure, the shirt was tucked into black slacks. With a bag around his neck.
Running his veiny hand through his thick hair to push the mess of curls from his view. His soft eyes meet mine and a strict blush coats his face.
Carter switched his attention back to him. I was intrigued, beyond intrigued at this point. I needed to know who he was and why he caught my attention so fast.
When he began walking the opposite direction into the library, I followed until I was stopped by a girl with Adeline's similar features expect for her auburn hair, her's was a nice shade of blonde.
"I'm Charlotte Hayes" she smiled with her hands behind her back.
"Honey Rose" I said back trying to get her to move out of the way.
"I know, quite frankly I'm sure we all know who you are. Your mom was friend's with mine here, hopefully we can share what they had" I stared at the girl blankly, begging this wasn't my tutor.
"Are you by any chance a tutor here?" she shook her head and I let out a breath of relief.
"Heavens no, but the Headmaster's son is. Sadly we can't have tutors of the opposite sex unless no more are available" she says the last part with a sigh.
"The Headmaster's son?" she nods excitedly.
"Alessio, he's one of the tutors here. Sometimes I wish the rules weren't strict, he studies on poetry and fiction books and he does all the painting and ceramics. Plus he's really good looking" she whispers the last part and I grow even more intrigued by the boy.
"Do you know where I could find him?" she points in the direction of the library.
"If you want to hang out anytime, my room is the closest one to the right" If this is Adeline's sister then Adeline was definitely born from an evil egg.
Thanking the girl, I made my way over to the library. Pushing open the doors to the empty room, with its brown interior and millions of books on the black shelves, the room was calming and quiet. Perfect for one who loved to read.
Large windows brought in the light from outside, reflecting it down on me and the boy from earlier.
He sat with a book in his hands, his eye brows furrowed together as he concentrated on the words written in black ink.
I walked further towards him, admiring him further until he heard my steps come to a halt.
He looked up, a deep blush returned as his eyes met mine. He switched his gaze between them once more like he couldn't believe them up close.
"H-Hello" he spoke first and I bit my lip harder at the deepness of his voice which sent vibrations straight between my thighs causing them to press together.
"I'm looking for my tutor" Realization crosses over his face and he takes a nervous gulp.
"And you seem to be the only person here, and being at the fact this is against the rules with the exception that there are no more tutors" I take a seat and lean my elbows on the table.
"That makes you my tutor" I could only conjure dirty images just by the peak of his collarbones.
My eyes wondered up the expensive watch on his wrist and his captivating scent filled my nose. I couldn't pin point what it was but it had me wanting more.
I slightly tilt my head when he doesn't speak.
"Are you going to tutor me, Alessio?" I test his name on my tongue, liking the way it sounds.
"I-I c-can't" he spits out. "I-I'm sorry" he shuts his book and stands up, with a stutter of the words 'sorry' he rushes out of the library leaving me terribly confused.
I exit a few seconds behind him, he disappears behind the hall leading to the rooms for the guys and I retreat to mine shutting the door.
If Alessio was Carter's son, it was someone close and important to him. Knowing Carter, Alessio had probably been through the studies of the academy since he was little and that only peaked a new interest in me.
An interest for the Headmaster's son.
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- you must all hate me for how long this update took, but I've been busy with moving and stuff so please forgive me !
