Chapter 23 ۵ Leaving

YARA'S POV

After finishing breakfast, I left the dining room as quickly as I could, desperate to escape Alejandro's cold, calculating stare. That flicker of concern in his eyes earlier, when he realized I hadn't slept, haunted me, as if he had any right to care. What did he expect? Locking me in that freezing, dark room, leaving me alone with my thoughts and his lingering presence, still burned into my skin like a brand. All I could think about was his rough touch on me, the way it controlled me, had every way with me. I hated it.

Back in my room, I threw on a tight white top, my movements jerky and tense. Today, I would attend my lectures for the first time in weeks. Alejandro's presence wouldn't stop me this time. The idea of walking into his classroom whilst he was the one teaching was terrifying, sickening. I couldn't stand it, sitting through a lecture knowing that the professor was the same man who took my virginity, my innocence.

I found myself standing at his open door, staring in, thinking about whether or not I should knock. He stood with his back to me, fastening the cuffs of his crisp white shirt. His reflection in the mirror caught my eye, a dark, calculated smirk dancing on his lips, as if he already knew I was there. His black tie hung loose around his neck, his posture exuding the same effortless dominance that made my stomach twist.

"Something to say, Yara?" His deep, smooth voice shattered the silence, laced with mockery and a challenge I hated rising to meet.

I hesitated, my fingers playing with each other "I'm coming with you today"

That smirk of his deepened as he turned slightly to face me. "Are you now?" His tone dripped with amusement, as though the idea was utterly ridiculous.

I forced myself to hold his gaze. "Maybe I'd come more often if you weren't the one teaching all my lectures"

"Fuck Yara, that really hurt my feelings" sarcasm dripped from his tone as he stepped closer, his presence suffocating as always.

"Careful, princess. I might start thinking you're looking for ways to provoke me"

"You're not as special as you think you are" I shot back, my voice trembling slightly.

His chuckle was low, dangerous. "You really need me to remind you of just how wrong you are?" he said, his words making my throat tighten.

"Come here"

"I'm fine right here"

"Now"

His command left no room for argument, and my feet betrayed me again. Slowly, I crossed the threshold, stopping just a foot away from him. He tilted his head, watching me like a predator toying with prey.

"Closer Malik"

"Why do you always-"

"Don't make me repeat myself" he cut me off, his tone dark.

I stepped closer, barely a breath of space between us now. His fingers brushed along my jawline, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Then, as if I weren't even there, he reached into the drawer beside him and pulled out a gold Richard Mille watch, placing it in my hand deliberately.

"Put it on for me"

"What? You can do it yourself" I snapped, my defiance bubbling over.

"Is that defiance I hear?"

I glared at him, but he merely raised an eyebrow, his smug expression daring me to disobey. With an exasperated sigh, I grabbed his wrist, the heat of his skin making my breath hitch. My fingers fumbled slightly as I secured the watch, every second of contact heightening the tension between us.

"There" I muttered, pulling back.

"Such a good girl" he praised, his voice like a caress, yet laced with mockery. My stomach flipped against my will, and I hated myself for it. I rolled my eyes, spinning on my heel to leave, but before I could take a step, his hand gripped my arm, yanking me back against him.

"Did you just roll your eyes at me?" His tone was quiet, dangerous.

"No" I lied, refusing to meet his gaze.

"Tell me the truth cariño " he pressed, his hand tightening just enough to make my pulse race.

"You already know, so why ask?" I snapped, yanking my arm free.

A wicked smirk curled his lips. "Because I enjoy hearing you admit it"

"Go to hell"

His smirk didn't falter. "After you princesa (princess)"

I stormed out before he could trap me further in his games, my heart pounding as I headed straight for his car. Sliding into the passenger seat, I slammed the door shut, my breathing ragged.

Minutes later, Alejandro strolled out, looking infuriatingly calm as he slid into the driver's seat. He didn't say a word, but I could feel his gaze burning into me as he started the car, the tension between us thick enough to cut with a knife.

As much as I hated him, as much as I wanted to be free of him, there was something sick and twisted inside me, a part of me that didn't want him to let me go.

The silence in the car was deafening, broken only by the low hum of the engine as Alejandro navigated the streets with an infuriating calmness. His hand rested lazily on the wheel, his profile sharp and composed, but I could feel the storm brewing beneath his surface.

I kept my gaze fixed out the window, determined not to give him the satisfaction of meeting his eyes. My chest was tight, the tension between us coiling tighter with every second of silence.

"What's on your mind?"  he finally said, his voice smooth, but the teasing edge was unmistakable. He knew exactly what was on my mind, him.

I ignored him, shifting slightly in my seat, though I could feel his gaze flick toward me, like a predator sizing up its prey.

"Still sulking from earlier?" he asked, his tone mocking now.

I opened my mouth to retort, but his hand left the wheel, reaching across to brush against my thigh. My breath hitched involuntarily at the contact, and I hated myself for the way my body reacted.

His voice dropped into a dangerous, teasing tone. "You can't even help it, can you? All it takes is one touch, and you're already coming undone" his rough hand squeezed my thigh further demonstrating his point.

"Stop it" I hissed, shoving his hand away, though the burn of his touch lingered.

His smirk only widened as he returned his hand to the wheel, his dominance practically oozing from him.

"You're adorable when you try to act tough" he said, his tone infuriatingly condescending.

"But we both know you're just itching for me to put you in your place"

I turned back toward the window, refusing to engage, but my silence only seemed to encourage him.

"Tell me" he said after a moment, his voice soft but no less sharp "do you enjoy being my little slut"

I snapped my head back toward him, my glare burning. "You're disgusting Alejandro"

"Is that right?" Alejandro mused, his smirk deepening.

"Yeah it is right" I bit out, though my voice wavered slightly under the weight of his gaze.

"And...I'm not your little slut"

"So whose little slut are you then?" He mused.

My jaw tightened. "Maybe if you focused on driving instead of trying to get under my skin, we'd get there faster"

His laugh was low, almost a growl. "There it is. Always so quick to snap Yara"

I clenched my fists in my lap, my pulse racing as his words settled over me like a suffocating blanket. "Please just drive"

He reached over, still steering the wheel, his fingers grazing the side of my neck lightly, almost absentmindedly, as if testing the boundaries he already knew he'd crossed. My breath hitched at the contact as he brushed a strand of my hair behind my ear.

"As you wish baby" with that he put his hand back on the wheel.

I stared out the window again, desperate to escape the intensity of his gaze, the way it burned into me like a brand. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't shake the feeling of his presence, the weight of his control.

"Did you revise the material I told you to?" He asked, making conversation.

"Yeah but I didn't get most of it and when I tried to ask you, you wouldn't help"

He took a few seconds to reply.

"Are you a baby Yara?"

"No" I furrowed my brows knowing what was coming. He was going to humiliate me again, scold me, make me feel thick and stupid.

"Then you should know you can go online and access all of the material learnt in my course"

"But-"

"But what? You wanted me specifically to teach you? That's cute Yara" he mused, a smile tugging at his lips after seeing my visibly teased face.

"That's not what I was going to say" I crossed my arms. I tore my gaze away, my heart pounding as I turned back toward the window. "You're impossible" I mumbled.

"And you're predictable" he shot back, his tone smug.

The rest of the ride passed in heavy silence, every second stretching like an eternity. By the time we arrived at campus, my nerves were frayed, and my chest felt tight with the weight of everything unsaid. As I reached for the door handle, Alejandro's hand caught my wrist, his grip firm but not painful.

I yanked my hand free "what?" I stared at him hard and looking waiting for an answer.

"You aren't going out like that" my brows furrowed before I realised what he was on about. I wasn't wearing a bra.

"You're ridiculous Alejandro" I reached over to the door handle again before his voice spoke. The truth was I didn't wear a bra because of the previous night where he was rough on me and my tits to the point where I couldn't even put a bra on without them hurting.

He grabbed my forearm pulling me back in.

"Put something on Yara"

"No, you don't get to decide what I fucking wear"

"Yeah you're right I don't, but you can't blame me for not wanting you to look like a whore" my facial expressions turned into grimace. Why were his words always so vile.

"I'm not doing this with your right now"

Suddenly, he grabbed my shoulder, his hand crawled up under my shirt sending a sensational shiver over every part his finger touched.

"What are you-" his hand lightly touched my left breast making me wince because of the tenderness of my breasts. He raised a brow, now knowing the reason to why I wasn't wearing my bra. He swiftly lifted my shirt fully up, exposing the entire upper half of my body. I reflexively grabbed his wrist trying to stop him from exposing my tits like that.

"Alejandro let go of my shirt!" I watched as he cautiously looked at my breasts, analysing them. Analysing, the few hickeys and read marks that were spread across them from the previous night.

"Put my shirt down Alejandro someone will see!" I looked around at our surroundings thankfully there was no one around. My breath hitched when he lightly brushed his hand over my sore nipple.

"Does this hurt?" He asked gently teasing my nipple earning a whimper.

I bit my lip, nodding at him as I looked into his blue orbs. He dipped down his tongue brushing over my nipple, sending a cold sensation through me. His teeth lightly grazed my hard nipple, enough pressure to send a flutter of pleasure through me but also enough to send a wave of stinging pain through me.

"What about that?" He husked releasing my nipple from his mouth.

He looked up at my face a quiet mocking chuckle leaving his mouth.

"I'm taking that as a yes" he replied looking at my hand that was clenching the car seat, my nails leaving marks in the cushion.

"Maybe I am too rough on you Yara" but there was nothing but mockery in his voice. He wasn't concerned or sympathetic.

"You can't just do that" I seethed.

"Well I did just do that" I rolled my eyes before finally getting out of the car, rushing off to the lecture hall where Alejandro would start his lecture.

A few looks were sent to me, considering I hadn't attended most of the lectures. People were surprised to see me here and not kicked out of the course. If only they knew about me and my beloved Professor Moreno.

I rushed over to Max, trying my hardest to cover my nipples by crossing my arms over my chest. It was foolish of me to not bring a hoodie.

"Look who it is....the one and only......" he smirked at me.

"What do you mean? I'm obviously just an illusion" I smirked back.

"Well this so called illusion is looking as pretty as I remembered" I rolled my eyes at his cocky comment. It was good to know that Max would never change no matter how long I'd go without seeing him.

"Oh yeah?" I teased back.

"So what are your odds on Professor Moreno humiliating me in front of everyone" unlike Heidi, Max had no clue whatsoever about the relationship between me and Alejandro. He was as clueless as ever. And I wanted to keep it that way.

"The odds are high. I mean I'm surprised he hasn't dropped you from the course yet. Amelia missed four days because of medical reasons and he kicked her out" Max spoke, making me realise how weird and suspicious this all looked.

I was about to reply when the door to the lecture hall opened. Everyone's voices died down as Professor Moreno made his way to the front. He started off his lecture just as he usually did, it was weird, looking at the man teaching me a lecture, knowing there was more to him than just an average maths professor.

A few minutes of the lecture went by, we didn't lock eyes, not once and I wasn't going to complain.

He stopped the lecture for a few minutes to give everyone time to read a chapter off the book he had given us. As the silence went on a sneeze escaped from my mouth. I looked up only to see Alejandro looking at me, with an expression that had no emotion behind it. I couldn't look back down, it was as if his eyes had some sort of magnetic pull, making me stay glued to them.

Max's voice broke me out from my trance.

"You cold Yara?" He murmured. Although I could hear every word he was saying my attention wasn't on him. I found my eyes flickering back and forth between Alejandro and Max.

"Yeah....a little. I should've bought a coat" I replied. Focusing back on the page we had to read.

"Here, wear mines. I'm wearing a jumper anyways"

"Really? Thanks" I smiled at him. I watched as he took off his coat, thinking he was just going to give it to me but instead he put the coat on for me, wrapping it around my frame, his hand unintentionally brushing over my chest when moved my hair back.

The first thing I should've said was thank you but all I could do was stare up to the front of the hall and Alejandro who watched the entire encounter. His jaw clenching as he checked the time on his watch.

Fuck, I'm such an idiot.

He looked up from his watch, straight at me. His eyes holding a deathly glint to them. This was going to end well. He was going to do something to punish me for something that technically wasn't in my control.

"Time's up" everyone's attention snapped back to the front.

I could hear my heart pounding in my chest. He was planning something, I could tell.

"Using knowledge from what you've just read, I would like someone to summarise the concept of Partial Differential Equations"

I watched as Sydney's hand jolted up. Alejandro saw it but completely blanked her making her awkwardly put her hand back down. His eyes locked with mines. So this was what he was planning. He knew I hadn't finished reading the chapter because I was too busy putting on a coat.

"Miss Malik, would you do the honours?"

"I-" I could tell he was biting back the urge to smirk.

"I didn't finish reading" he cocked a brow.

"I gave you more than enough time"

"You gave us two minutes to read a whole chapter. I wouldn't say that's more than enough time Professor" I challenged. I watched as people looked at me, shocked at my answer towards the almighty Mr Moreno.

The smirk he was holding back finally forwarded onto his lips "have you ever considered maybe you're just slow? Hm Miss Malik?"

I opened my mouth to protest but quickly shut up, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of a reply. Instead I just glared at him as he continued with his lecture.

The rest of the lecture passed in a blur. Alejandro's voice droned on as my embarrassment simmered into fury. When it was time to leave I shoved my things into my bag, rushing down the stairs, not even waiting for Max.

"Yo Yara- wait up" I heard Max's voice call and as much as I wanted to wait, I wanted to not be in the presence of Mr Moreno more.

I just wanted to leave this room.

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I sat in Heidi's room, explaining my entire situation with Alejandro......well at least as much as she had to know.

She sat watching titanic, stuffing popcorn in her mouth whilst intently listening to every word I spoke.

"No fucking way he took your virginity!......" Her jaw dropped, an amused smile playing on her face and she giggled.

"It's not what it seems at all" I replied. I refused to let her know just how dark his dark side could get.

"Ok fine, fine. I understand he's a bit.....toxic from what you've told me. Why can't you just leave him?"

"I can't Heidi it's like I'm a prisoner in his world. He has this sort of power over me, I can't- I can't just leave......and, I.....I can't leave Elena like that "

"But you should leave, he's a dick Yara"

"I know he's a dick Heidi trust me, but what am I meant to do I'm literally stuck in his home"

"What if we.......tell the police?"

"Yeh not happening, I doubt they'd be able to do anything helpful"

"I just don't get it, I don't get anything that goes on in his head. One second he'll be somewhat nice and then the next he'll embarrass me in front on everyone"

"What's his problem honestly Yara, you need to tell him you won't be living with him anymore. Set it straight with him, don't let him scare you" she spoke gobbling down her popcorn.

"Easy for you to say Heidi, imagine having to stay in a house with your professor who treats you like shit. It's impossible not to be scared of him" she looked at me, her eyes full of sympathy.

"You know what you're right. I'm scared shitless of him and I've only ever said one word to him before"

"Ugh, what do I do Heidi" I groaned into her shoulder, frustratedly trying to find a solution.

"Listen babe, if you need me to help you confront him I'll do that for you. If he does anything, just know I'll be there for you" I smiled at her but deep down I knew there was nothing she could do that would help me.

I looked back at the screen, concentrating on the movie whilst Heidi rested her head on my shoulder. I was dreading having to go back to him.

It was 4:40pm I said my byes to Heidi before going down to Alejandro's office.

The weight of humiliation from the lecture clung to me like a heavy cloak as I stormed down the corridor toward Alejandro's office. My chest was tight with frustration, my nails biting into my palms. Who the hell did he think he was?

Reaching his door, I didn't bother knocking. I opened the door, roughly closing it behind me.

Alejandro didn't even flinch. He sat behind his desk, leaning back in his chair with his usual air of calm authority. The only acknowledgment he gave was a slight tilt of his head, his icy blue eyes pinning me in place. He had a pen between his fingers, spinning it around.

"Miss Malik" he drawled, his voice laced with mockery. "To what do I owe this pleasure?"

"Don't play games with me" I snapped.

"What the hell was that in the lecture? You humiliated me all because Max gave me his coat"

His lips quirked into a smirk. "I gave you an opportunity to contribute. Hardly my fault if you were unprepared"

"You knew I hadn't read it!" I stepped closer to his desk, my hands trembling with anger. "You did it on purpose. You were trying to punish me"

He rose from his chair in one smooth motion, his towering presence making the room feel smaller. Slowly, he rounded the desk, his movements calculated, predatory.

"And if I was?" he murmured, his voice low and velvety.

I blinked, thrown off by the sudden shift in the air between us. "You.....you're.......ugh I hate you!"

He chuckled darkly, stopping just a breath away from me. His scent, intoxicating, clouded my thoughts, and I hated how my body reacted, heat curling in my stomach despite my anger.

"You're adorable when you're angry, cariño" he said, his tone mocking.

I clenched my fists. "Don't patronise me, Alejandro. You don't get to humiliate me in front of everyone and then act like it's funny"

"Humiliation builds character, you of all people should know Yara" he said smoothly. "But I wasn't trying to humiliate you. I was simply teaching you a lesson"

"What lesson?" I spat, my voice shaking.

His eyes darkened, the playful edge in his tone sharpening. "That you're mine, whether you like it or not"

My breath hitched, my chest tightening. "You don't own me......." I whispered, my voice trembling but defiant.

He reached for me then, his hand wrapping around my wrist with firm but deliberate pressure. Before I could react, he tugged me forward, guiding me around the desk.

"Sit" he commanded, gesturing to the edge of the desk.

"I'm not-"

Before I could finish, he tugged me down onto his lap instead, his arm curling around my waist to hold me in place as I straddled him.

"Don't test me, Yara" he murmured, his breath brushing against my ear. "You came here to shout at me, but we both know how this ends"

"You're such an asshole" I hissed, squirming against him, trying to escape the firm grip he had on me.

His fingers tightened around my waist, a warning. "Watch your mouth"

"I'll say whatever I damn want t-"

His hand slid to my jaw, tilting my face toward him. The glint in his eyes was dangerous, sending a shiver down my spine.

"I said" he whispered, his voice low and threatening "watch your mouth princess"

My heart hammered in my chest, and I hated the way my body betrayed me, melting into his touch even as my mind screamed to resist.

"You think you can embarrass me and then sit here like nothing happened?" I shot back, my voice shaky but defiant.

"I think" he said, his lips brushing the shell of my ear "that you like it when I put you in your place"

I swallowed hard, my cheeks burning. "And I think you're delusional"

His hand slid down, fingers grazing my thigh, sending a jolt of heat through me. "Am I?" he murmured, his lips brushing the sensitive spot of my neck just below my ear.

I tried to push him away, but my hands landed on his chest, the firm muscle beneath his shirt only fueling my frustration. I shoved harder, unbuttoning the top few buttons of his shirt in the process. His hand caught mine in an instant, his grip firm but not painful. He leaned back, studying me with a dark amusement.

"What are you doing, cariño?" he asked, his tone mocking.

"If you can touch me whenever you want, why can't I?" I shot back, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

His lips curved into a smirk. "Bold" he said, releasing my wrist and leaning back slightly, as if inviting me to continue. "Go ahead then. Do whatever you want to me baby"

I hesitated, my hands trembling as they hovered over his chest. He was watching me, his eyes sharp and calculating, waiting for me to falter.

When I didn't move, his smirk widened. "That's what I thought. You're a pussy"

"And you're a dick" I muttered, my cheeks still burning. He smiled at my challenging reply.

He leaned closer, his lips brushing against mine.

Before I could respond, he kissed me. It wasn't gentle or sweet, it was possessive, claiming, as if he were proving a point. His hand slid to the back of my neck, holding me in place as his lips moved against mine, demanding and unapologetic. He ripped off the jacket Max had given me, throwing it on the floor.

I hated how easily my anger dissolved into a haze of heat and want.

When he finally pulled back, his lips curved into a smug smile. "Feeling better now?"

I glared at him, my chest rising and falling with ragged breaths.

"No. In fact I'm feeling worse" I shoved his hand away, sliding off his lap.

He watched intently as I stood in front of the desk, eyeing up Max's coat that was thrown carelessly to the ground "why's that?" He jeered, lifting his pen back off the desk, playing with it.

"I didn't come here to do whatever that was. I came here to confront you"

He arched a brow, slowly standing up. The movement was unhurried, deliberate. He towered over me "you sure about that?" He husked closing the space between us, his hand brushed my hair back from my face. I swatted away his hand, stepping back but the desk was in the way. He leaned down, his hands were bracketing me on either side, caging me in.

"Yes, I'm sure now get out of my way Alejandro" he tugged on my hair, making me look up at him.

"You think you're in control now?" he asked, his tone mocking but laced with something darker, more dangerous. He leaned in, letting go of my hair, his rough thumb pressing against my lower lip "You're out of your depth bitch"

I gasped as he released my lip, his hand sliding to my jaw, tilting my face up to meet his. Without a warning, his hand reached over to my nipple, pinching it with brutal force. Sending a yelp to come out of me as I tried to get away from him. Unfortunately I was barricaded in.

"Let me go" I managed, though the words came out more as a plea than a demand.

"No" he said simply, his hand sliding to my throat, his fingers resting lightly against my pulse. He didn't squeeze, didn't hurt me, but the weight of his hand sent a jolt of both fear and excitement through me.

"You love this" he said, his voice dropping lower. "You love the fight, the chaos. You crave it, Yara. Crave me"

I shook my head, but the motion was weak, unconvincing. His lips curved into a slow, predatory smile, and he leaned in, his breath hot against my neck.

"Tell me to stop" I swallowed hard, my throat working against his palm as he lifted his knee to the area between my thighs "I hate you" I whispered, but the tremor in my voice gave me away.

His laugh was soft, almost affectionate. "No, Malik. You hate how much you want me"

His lips claimed mine before I could respond, a kiss that was as much a battle as it was a claim. His hand slid down my back, pressing me closer to him, his knee pressing against me more prominently, making me whimper.

When he finally pulled back, I was breathless, my lips tingling from the force of his kiss. His smirk returned, triumphant and maddening.

"Why are you so difficult Yara?" He rasped out, his minty breath fanning against my face.

Before I could respond, he stood, lifting me effortlessly as he moved toward the door. I squirmed in his arms, but his grip was unrelenting.

"Are you crazy? We are still at university" all I could do was burry my face in his neck, hoping no one would see me being held by him.

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As we pulled up to Alejandro's house, I stared out the window, doing my best to ignore the man sitting beside me. My thoughts were a mess, a jumble of relief and something sharper, darker, that I didn't want to name. Whatever it was, I shoved it aside. He'd embarrassed me in that lecture hall, and now I just wanted this night to be over.

When the car finally stopped, I didn't wait for him. I unbuckled my seatbelt, shoving the door open and stepping out into the cool evening air. The house loomed ahead, he joined me by the steps, pulling out his keys and unlocking the door with practiced ease. His movements were deliberate, like always, as if he never did anything without some purpose behind it.

The silence inside was loud, louder than usual. By this point Elena would usually come running to the door. I turned to him, folding my arms across my chest. "Why does your house feel...so empty?"

He locked the door behind us, the click echoing through the empty foyer. "Because it is empty Yara" he said, his tone casual.

"Why?....."

He took off his suit jacket, tossing it over the back of a chair. "I told you my parents weren't staying for long"

"What about Elena?"

He walked over to the kitchen pouring himself some whiskey in a glass.

"I sent her and Camilla to Spain, for four months"

I blinked, caught off guard. "What do you mean you sent them to Spain Alejandro?"

"I mean exactly what I said. Elena's in Spain with Camilla"

"What- you didn't think to tell me?" I looked towards him but he completely ignored me, taking a sip from his glass.

His lips twitched into that infuriating smirk "Should I have Yara?"

"I didn't get to see Elena Alejandro, that isn't fair" he walked over to me, taking his tie off.

"She's coming back Yara, you'll see her again cariño"

"Yeah in four fucking months Alejandro" I crossed my arms. He placed his tie on the table, gulping down the rest of his whisky like it was nothing.

"So, what, it's just you and me now?" I asked.

"Not for long" he said, leaning against the table, his gaze dragging over me in that way that made my skin heat "I leave tomorrow"

My brows furrowed "You're leaving too?......For how long?" For a second there my voice sounded upset, as if I didn't want him to leave.

"Three months"

Three months. I was somewhat relieved, I'd have some breathing room. I wouldn't have to constantly look over my shoulder in lectures or avoid his burning stares. Still, I couldn't help but wonder why. "Why are you leaving?"

His eyes flicked to mine, sharp and unreadable. "Business" I watched as he unbuttoned his shirt, the ring on his middle finger shining in the kitchen light.

I wanted to press, to ask what kind of business required him to leave for that long, but I stopped myself. Did I even care? No. All that mattered was that he'd be gone, and I'd finally be free to focus on my life without him meddling in it.

"So, will you let me stay in my dorm?" I prayed the answer would be yes.

"You'll stay here" he spoke casually whilst taking off his shirt, exposing his beautifully sculpted, tattooed body.

I blinked. "Me?"

"Yes, you, who else would I be talking to Yara?" he mocked, closing the distance between us in a few easy strides.

"Stupid girl" he husked.

I rolled my eyes.

"The house is yours while I'm gone"

"Why?" I asked, narrowing my eyes. "Why would you leave me alone in your house?"

He reached out, his fingers brushing a stray strand of hair from my face. "Because I want you here, Yara. And because I trust you to keep it in order. Are you telling me I shouldn't trust you?"

"You can trust me" I spoke, I mean what was the worst I could do.

His hand fell to his side, but his eyes never left mine.

"Good girl"

Three months. Three months without Alejandro Moreno breathing down my neck. It was the light at the end of a very dark tunnel.

Or at least, that's what I told myself.

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