Someone reached up from behind and nuzzled the hollow of my neck, which made me a little uncomfortable. I knew where I was. There was no way I crossed my legs to him in this place.
I wasn't that crazy!
He didn't stop, which forced me to look back and find a man of Turkish descent with a tall, well-built stature. His jet-black hair and pair of mesmerizing dark irises seemed to instantly catch and lock my gaze. He wore a distinctive smile on that beautiful face adorned with fine hair.
"I told you not to do that in public—they'll see us!" I protested. He laughed for a moment, then kissed my cheek.
"I'm sorry, you're so hard to resist. Do you have time tonight?" he asked. He still didn't seem to take his eyes off me, who was busy with the thick book before me.
"That book won't make you a medical graduate in an instant, Cla... go with me! You'll have fun and live a little, " he said and tried to close my book.
"Look, if I had to make love to you every night, I wouldn't have become a medical graduate anyway. Go away!"
I returned to the book that would never run out, even if I read it daily. Maybe he was right, I should have fun once in a while. However, certainly not with him.
The man was too handsome and naughty. He was a real ladies' man. And, of course, I was only his bedmate on a few occasions.
Oh, really, I disliked being just a backup. Let him find another if it was just about to fuck. I didn't want to do it anymore.
"Hey, you're mistaken. I ask you out with me. I'm not that rude, Cla. You're too special to just be a bed partner. I want to date you—really date you. What do you think?"
"In your dreams, J. Go away!"
I didn't turn to him at all. However, when I felt that I was not getting an answer from him, and the atmosphere became silent, I was finally forced to lift my face to see his expression.
Was he sad that I rejected him? And the answer was no, he wasn't.
He was looking at a girl with a slender body who was looking down, writing something on a table not far from where we were. Some parts of her body were too full, especially the breast, making it look like it was about to spill out. And this perverted man in front of me seemed to like what he saw.
"Did you enjoy what you see, hm?" I asked. He nodded without turning his head.
"Are you satisfied?" I asked again. He still didn't look at me but replied with a dejected look.
"Go to hell, you jerk!" I cursed as I got up from my chair and left him, who was staggering and trying to prevent me from leaving.
What a perverted bastard!
***
I spent the lecture hour fully concentrating despite my sleepy eyes and a rumbling stomach. I regretted not taking the time to have breakfast first. If I had gone to bed and gotten up earlier, maybe I wouldn't be starving like now.
These few days, I felt so unlucky for forgetting things too often. What was I thinking all this time? Was it the man I slept a few days ago?
What were you thinking, Clara? Don't be a pervert!
The boring lecture made me yawn a few times, and it was noticed by someone sitting next to me.
"Did you spend the night in a hotel with another guy again?" the girl asked in a half-whisper.
"Shut up! I'm listening to the lecturer."
"Don't lie! I saw you close your eyes earlier. Look at that! Your head almost slipped off your neck," she joked and chuckled.
Damn it!
"I'm not sleepy, I'm thinking."
"Whatever. Let's eat together after this. Your stomach has been making a lot of noise since earlier," she added, making me unable to stop laughing.
Standing at the front, the lecturer directed attention to me and my best friend, forcing us to concentrate on the lecture again. Nutrition courses are always the most boring.
The bell rang, which meant the course was over. There were still about ten minutes for the following lecture, and I rushed to the cafeteria on the fifth floor without waiting for my friend. I had to feed the worms in my stomach that had been screaming with hunger.
I stood at the end of the table, lining up to order food. However, before I could take anything, someone nudged my arm.
"Why did you leave me?" my only friend asked, so I didn't immediately respond. There were far more important things to attend to than her ramblings.
I left her and chose a spot close to a large window to get a bird' s-eye view of Westmont. Before long, she arrived with food on her tray.
"You see that guy? He's my boyfriend's best friend," she said, interrupting my concentration on enjoying the food at the table.
"I don't care. I'm not interested," I said while chewing my meat.
"Take a look, Clara. You'll definitely like him. He's single, established, and handsome. Very much to your taste."
"Never mind... leave me alone."
I wasn't interested, but because my best friend kept saying provocatively, I unconsciously raised my face and looked at the man she was pointing at.
My eyes widened instantly when I saw someone sitting alone enjoying his coffee. That man? What was he doing here? Was he a student?
I got up and approached the man, ignoring my friend's call. Right in front of the man with the chiseled jaw and glasses hanging on the bridge of his nose, I unconsciously flashed a smile.
"Hey... are you following me?" I asked. The man, preoccupied with a journal, raised his face and frowned.
"Who are you? What are you doing here?"
"Don't act like you don't remember me. I asked you the same thing just now. Are you stalking me? Do you want more like the one from that night to follow me here?" I teased him, hoping he would retaliate with a naughty joke, and ended up in the toilet or his bed again. Whatever it was.
However, the man didn't answer but looked around, confused. Did he not recognize me? Was I the wrong person?
Crap! This was so embarrassing!
I hurried away before he could answer. I didn't know where to hide my face? I seemed to have just talked to the wrong person, or maybe he had Alzheimer's, so he didn't recognize me, let alone remember what happened that night.
It seemed like hiding in the classroom was a good idea. Without thinking, I rushed into the classroom, and before long, the other students entered, followed by my best friend and the lecturer, who was about to deliver the lecture material.
The man with a strapping stature who managed to steal the attention of almost all the students in the class until they were seen whispering to each other made my attention turn to him.
Right now, my heart seemed to be in an unsafe position. That man was the man I spent the night with, and he was...
"I am Doctor John Armando, and I will lecture on hematology. Please meet and cooperate."
That man was in the cafeteria and the same person who had spent the night with me.
What a disaster!