Tutoring The Bad Boy ➮ Simon Minter ✓

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Samantha's POV

"Find your partner and stand with them!" Mr. Price yells as soon as he, and Mrs. Parker walk back into the gym. Everyone nods before rushing to find their partner.

I walk over to Simon, who has a smirk on his face. "Partner." He smirks at me. "Partner." I smirk back; keeping up with the act. "I have something planned for us, kitten." He purrs into my ear as the teachers explain what we're meant to be doing. "What is it, daddy?" I ask as I turn to face him. "Well, we'll be missing this lesson, baby girl." He smirks down at me. "Oh, I see, daddy." I say as I step closer to him.

Our bodies are now pressed together. A chuckle escapes his lip. "You have to do exactly as I say, kitten." He whispers down at me. "Okay, daddy." I say like an innocent school girl. "Good girl." He says with a devilish smirk.

"Right! Off you go!" Mrs. Parker yells before blowing her whistle. Everyone begins rushing out the gym. I just stand and watch as everyone piles out the gym doors, including Mr. Price and Mrs. Parker.

Eventually, the gym is empty; leaving Simon and I alone.

"Loving the act, Davis." He says as he pins me up against a wall. "What?" I ask in confusion. "You don't fool me, darling." He smirks at me. "What is it that you want then, Minter." I ask in a sassy tone. "Oh, many things," He begins. "You mostly though, darling." He whispers into my ear. "No thanks." I say as I manage to push him away. "Why not, kitten?" He asks. "I don't do fuckboy's." I state before walking off.

He grabs my wrist and turns me around so I'm facing him. Our bodies are pushed together once again. "No one walks away from me, Davis." He says sternly. "Shut up, Minter." I mutter as I try to walk off again. This time, he wraps his arms around my waist, stopping me from moving. "Or what, kitten?" He whispers. His warm breath tickles the back of my neck, sending goosebumps down my body. "Leave me, and Ruby alone! Okay?!" I yell. "Hey, she's the one that always runs back to me." He says as he turns me around. "That's the worse of it!" I yell. "I don't get why. You're just a manipulating fuckboy." I explain. "I'm obviously that good at satisfying her." He says with a smirk; clearly proud of himself.

"You disgust me sometimes, you know that?" I state. "Only sometimes?" He asks. "I mean..." I mutter.