No other man can love you the way I do. Your body belongs to me, Samantha.
I threw the letter in the bin. No matter how I tried not to care, my heart did not get the memo. It started pounding hard against my ribs.
"These letters are becoming unhinged," I muttered. "I need to find the person responsible for this."
"Bye, Teacher Sam." Camille, one of my most lovable pupils, bade me before running to meet her mother. Her short black hair was already a tangled mess from fighting.
"I'm going now, Teacher Sami." Noah smiled, making me blush. He had these beautiful big brown eyes and high cheekbones that were just so cute, and his skin was flawless. I so wanted to meet his parents, but he was a new student, so I was yet to meet them.
"Awww! Where is my Peck." I pouted, bending down to his height.
He squeaked. "I was just going to get my bag first, Teacher Sam." He said with a curt bow.
I sometimes doubted his age. He behaved like an old British gentleman. His father probably was.
As a teacher, you would come to find out that most children, especially the little ones, picked a lot of their traits from their parents.
He pecked me, and I embraced him tight. "Do your homework," I said to him sternly. He nodded and ran away; his age finally got the best of him. Children just loved to play.
I sighed, expecting to wait again for another hour or two for Mr. Julian. I carried Holland and walked back and forth as she was starting to fall asleep. She had finally fallen asleep when her father walked in quite early today, considering his lateness record. Maybe what I said yesterday did get to him. Hopefully, it did.
"Good afternoon." He greeted, approaching me.
"Good afternoon, Sir," I replied with a smile as I continued to pat Holland's back. For some reason, I desperately wanted her to sleep. She looked like she needed it.
He walked even closer to me, a smile on his face.
"Let me have her." He said. He held his hands out to take her from me. His hands grazed my breast subtly when he carried her to him. My heartbeat picked an audacious rhythm that I instantly missed Holland's head on my shoulders.
"So, have you decided?" He looked hopeful.
I nodded, casting away all negative thoughts; nothing could go wrong. I had nothing to lose and everything to gain.
"I'll start whenever you want me to. But I'll not be working on weekends."
"That's no problem. I stay with her on weekends anyway. Thank you so much." He smiled broadly. "I'm very grateful, and I'm sure Holland is too. You are an Angel."
"I'm far from being an Angel." I blushed. "I just really love children, Holland in particular."
"Thank you. Thank you." He sighed in relief as if a heavy burden had been lifted off his shoulders. I was happy to be of help to him—more than satisfied.
"It's alright. When do I start?" I asked, not wanting to continue hearing him thank me. It made my heart feel things that were against the rules.
I took in a deep breath.
"You can start tomorrow as it is the beginning of May. I honestly cannot wait to have you around." He paused, his eyes widening when he realized what he said. I looked at him in shock.
What did he mean?
Did he feel the same way I did for him?