The Story of Us

seven

Elina's POV

Mom is acting crazy again. She always do scary shit like these. I want to help Yana but I can't. It's either she choke or strip and I wish she would choose the latter.

Yana starts to remove her shirt and she hesitates for a bit before pulling it off.

"Fuck it's cold," she says shivering.

"I think that's enough mom," I roll my eyes at her.

I can't even tell mom that Yana is my student. Apparently they failed to notice that they let a 17 year old enter Krasota.

"You want to go down with her Eli?"

"Uh, no thank you,"

After Yana left the room that night, mom decided to enter and saw me.. naked and panting. I thank God that mom decided to teach me how to defend myself when I was younger, therefore I was able to free myself from her.

Mom took Yana's shirt away from her reach and the crowd continued to record and take a picture. I shew some of them away.

But I really wonder which is the real Adrianna. She has so many sides to her that I can't put my finger on. Which is the real her?

Yana unzips her pants and I watch her closely. I caught a glimpse of scar before she put her legs down. I never got to see her without clothes on since she was the one satisfying me that night.

"Can I keep my underwear?" She says as she covers herself with her arms.

"Underwear please,"

"Mom, that's enough," I say, walking to Yana and wrap my arm around her to keep her warm. "We're leaving."

***

"Where do you live?" I ask her as she sat uncomfortably in my car. Her knees to her chest and her arms wrap around her. She gave me her address and we made our way.

I got out first and and stretch my neck upwards to look at the highrise apartment. She lives here?

What the fuck

I know Yana was rich because of her luxury cars and she goes to the school I teach which was for the rich but I didn't know she was this crazy rich.

I remember I had an extra shirt so I offered it to her and she didn't take it.

I raise my brow, in disbelief. "You are cold, please wear something."

"No thanks," she say, still shivering.

"Why?"

"One; I don't wear second handed clothes. Two; is that even branded?"

My jaw drop in disbelief. Is she fucking serious right now?

"You'd rather suffer from the cold than wear my shirt?" I push my hands in my waist.

She nods and exits the vehicle and fast walk towarss the building and I follow her.

"Oh, Miss Hearst, what happened? can I offer you this?" The receptionist ask as he hands a blanket embroided with the letter H.

Yana gladly takes it and wraps her shivering body for warmth. What does H stands for anyway? But wow.

The floor was tiled and polished. I could see my reflection. The reception desk was black marble and clean. The furnitures; sofa, table, vases screams luxury.

"Can I help you miss?" The man turns to me, interrupting my gawking at the lobby.

"She's with me Mike," the now known man escorts us to the elevator and press the top button 32th.