Kayla opened and closed her mouth. "This… what does this mean for us, Oliver? You keep kissing me and touching me, what are we?" Her usual confidence was replaced with a teenage girl, with cheeks so flushed and her words being said in a whisper.
Oliver held her chin with two fingers, staring into her eyes, "I don't know what this means, Hastings. But I know that I never learned how to share. You are mine and mine only."
"You can't be saying things like that. You're my professor and I'm your student. If people find out about… about us, our careers and reputation would be destroyed. I can't ask you to risk that much for me." Kayla turned her head away from him because of how heavy his gaze was.
"I bought the school, Hastings. I bought it for you and anyone that has something to say about our relationship might as well go to hell because no one has the right to insult you… except for me." The last part was said as a joke, making Kayla roll her eyes.
"So what are we?"
"Boyfriend and girlfriend, lovers, soulmates, whatever you want to call us but the best words are, 'mine'."
"I'm not yours and your inability to share stems from the fact that you are an only child," she scoffed.
Oliver picked up her Boba tea and sipped it. "I see why you like it. And I'm not the only child of my father." Kayla scowled when he took her drink.
"You're not the only child?" She popped a sour patch into her mouth, sitting cross-legged on the couch, facing Oliver.
"Yes. Sort of. I have two elder brothers and an older sister. Half siblings, if you will."
"You have siblings!? Why am I just hearing about it!?" Her hands slapped his thigh.
"Because you never asked nor were you interested in me. See I know everything about you but you know nothing about me." He pouted his lips and whined. This version of Oliver was very cute. She loved how he showed her all his layers. She felt special.
"First, you put cameras in my room always one of us has to have some moral bearings and secondly, I did stalk you." She blurted out by accident.
Oliver smirked, knowingly, "So you also stalked me, Hastings. My, my, I do feel like the luckiest boy in the world."
"Stop mocking me! How come I've never heard of this your mystery siblings and family?"
"I'm not close to them but they want to be close to me." His eyes became hooded.
"Don't do that." She demanded, softly.
"Do what?"
"Hide what you're feeling. I want to see you too, the way you see me. I want you to cry in my arms just like you allow me to. Let me in. If we want this to work, we have to be there for each other." When she was done, she let out a breath.
Oliver blinked. "My father left my mother because they had a one-night stand and that resulted in me but my mother always hated my father for what he did. He left her and her parents disowned her so she was left alone raising a child. Sometimes… sometimes when I look back, I don't blame her."
He hated her but there were moments when he felt the pain she must have felt when her mates were moving on, having a complete family, and finishing college so they could get a job. That was why he took care of her when she was drunk or sick, because, in the end, he blamed himself and his father.
She always said she looked like his father so she sometimes called him Octavio. Asking why he did this to her. So his father left to be with his family in Spain and by the time he found out about Oliver, it was too late. The damage had already been done. He didn't need a father because he spent most of his life without one.
Octavio tried and he did have a cordial relationship with his eldest brother but that was about it. That's what he explained to Kayla and she listened intently not interrupting him.
"My stepmother, if I can call her that, tries hard to mend a relationship that was never there. She somehow managed to forgive my father for cheating on her saying there was an explanation for everything. Leaving me in the hands of a monster doesn't have any excuse."
He laughed coldly.
"Can I say something, Oliver?" Oliver nodded, eating the food.
"I don't know what it was like to be trapped there but you don't need to push everyone away. Even though my parents and I don't get along, I know that when I need them, they'll be there because that's what family does."
"Are you sure about that Hastings? Is that why your parents neglected you all these years? They can't claim to want a relationship when I'm already like this. The Big Six are my family, so is Dylan and… you if you would like to be…"
Kayla took his hand and intertwined their fingers, "As I am the annoying girl and you the asshole, I think we make the perfect match of people who want to kill each other." She giggled and he smiled warmly at her.
This felt so natural. Talking to her was the most amazing thing ever. He felt like all the weight in his chest had disappeared. He would tell her more.
"Come, let's walk to digest all the food we've eaten." Oliver stood up, dragging her to her feet.
"No! I'm bloated and all I wanna do is sleep!"
"That's unhealthy, Hastings and you know what happens when you throw a tantrum." He gave her his toothy grin and she narrowed her eyes at him.
"You have a mental problem. Serious one that makes me question my sanity." Still, she obliged and he stretched his hand so she could take it.
"I always like to take walks at night when I can't sleep." Oliver disclosed as they walked through the beautiful garden. The moon and stars illuminated them and it appeared like they walked out of a painting. Very natural and appealing under the moonlight.
"Does it help?"
He pressed his lips into a thin line before he replied, "Sometimes but I don't go on the walls anymore because the nightmares seem to have gone away."
"Why? More sleeping pills?"
"No. You. You seemed to have cured me of my sleeping problem, Hastings. Now I'm utterly dependent on you and your fucking rebellious voice to enable me to fucking function!," Frustration laced his tone and Kay halted, making him face her.
"Now you listen to me professor, you think it's easy for me too!? To wake up at midnight because you aren't fucking there to coax me to sleep! That you are in my head 24/7 and I can't stop comparing you to other guys!" She raised her head to meet his eyes, indignantly.
He had no right to accuse her when he did the exact same thing. But it was a wonderful fucking thing that she made his life just as miserable as he made hers.
"You asked me to stop the visits, or have you forgotten, Hastings!? You said I was sick or don't you remember!?" He took a step forward and all the alarms in her head started ringing. His eyes darkened, blazed with desire and danger.
But the thrill was there. What would he do? Would he bend her over and fuck her? The excitement pulsated through her veins and this time she wasn't ashamed this time.
Oliver saw how her eyes glistened with excitement. He knew it. He was very sure that his Hastings was just as twisted as he was. Fuck the things he planned for her. How he planned to fuck and then make love to her. She wouldn't be able to walk for days.
"That's because you're sick. So sick that even the devil has to take notes when you begin your depravity!" The way he looked at her was like a lion staring at his prey. She was goading him. She loved the side of him that scared her completely.
"Say it again, Hastings. Say it one more time and I'll show you how sick I can become when I'm starved and pushed to the edge." His hand snaked up to her neck, almost cutting her off from the air.
"Fuck you, professor."
"That's what you want, Hastings. Isn't that right? You want me to fuck you like the slut you are for me. Oh, are you wet for me yet?" The free hand reached into her pants and the pleasure he got when he saw she didn't wear any underwear.
His finger ran over her clit, and Kayla moaned. "Fuck, do you know how much I love your moans? They've become a lullaby for me. I listen to it here all the time," his voice was hoarse as he brought his finger to his mouth and sucked her wetness. "You taste so good for me, Hastings. I want you all to do the fucking time and I'll have you."
"You fucking pervert. My moans? Do you love my moans? What else do you love?" This time, her hand glided from his chest to his cock.
"You're playing with fire, Hastings." He warned, his voice dropping an octave lower.
"Well, professor, you're not the only one who knows how to burn." She smirked before squeezing them and he groaned he pleasure. Fuck. This was why he was obsessed with her.
***
3 days later.
The class was suffocating as students buried their heads into their papers, writing answers seriously and sweating under the Air Conditioners.
The invigilator went around checking their papers and stopped when he got to Kayla's seat.
He dropped his pen on the ground and when he picked it up, he saw a paper in between Kayla's legs.
"Miss Michigan, can you stand up?" He asked politely and she finally raised her head.
"Is there a problem Sir?" The man shook his head and she stood up.
The paper fell to the ground and the man picked it up, frowning before it changed into a furious expression.
He picked it up and scanned it and the other papers. Then he snapped her papers before tearing them up.
"Sir! Why did you do that!?" She cried out in utter shock. Kayla's cries caught the attention of the whole class.
"Get out of my class! You cheat! You had the audacity to cheat in my class!?" The professor yelled, chest heaving.
"No… I didn't cheat. There must be some misunderstanding!" Kayla defended but the man threw her torn-up papers in the face.
"Get out! Get out now!" Everyone held their breaths waiting for what Kayla would do.
What the fuck was happening now? Kayla didn't know. This exam made up 90 percent of her grade for this class. It was a mandatory Calculus class for her. If she failed then the G.P.A. would drop tremendously.
Shit was horrible. What would she do?