Teach Me Dirty,Professorđź’•
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Chapter 8
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Rhodieđź’•
“Tell me something, Rhodie “, he whispered asking the same question alone.
I swallowed. “Okay, what do you want to know?”
“Everything.”
I froze.
“I mean it,” he said, husky and quiet and fast. “I want to know your thoughts, your feelings. I want to know your plans for the future, what you like to eat for dessert, what kind of books you like, or music or movies. I want to know the things that make you sad or mad. Most of all I want to know whether you’ve missed me as much as I’ve missed you.”
He lifted his head. “Has it only been days? It feels like fu-cking forever.”
I stared at him, unable to think for my pulse thun-dering in her ears.
“You—”
“I’ve missed you so much. I want you back.”
He leaned close in to her. “Because here’s what I do know about you. You’re gorgeous—whether you’re in a vixen dress or jeans and tee. You’re loyal, funny, kind. You listen. You laugh. You’re diligent. You’re strong. You’re sweet. You’re smarter than any one person has a right to be. You’re quiet but you’re pla-yful. You’re loving. You’re kind. You care. You make my life better.”
My eyes were watering.
“You wanted to learn…I dunno. How to let go?” he asked. “I’m the master of meaningless S-x. But it wasn’t meaningless with you. I wanted more from you than I’ve ever wanted from anyone. And that freaked me out. I nee-d to learn how to love. Because I don’t have a hell of a lot of experience with it.”
“Ian,” she whispered. “I won’t let you down. I won’t let you go.”
He leaned closer still, resting his forehead on mine. “I thought I had it all together. Thought my life was perfect. I pursued my dream, made money, found a new dream when the first ended. And it was all coming together so well. I didn’t think anything was lacking. I had women when I wanted them, a great business…”
I stared at him, his eyes so close, his nee-d palpable.
“But it’s not enough.”
“You want more?”
“More than want. nee-d. I nee-d you. nee-d to get to all of you. I want to spend a really, really long time getting to know you.”
“How long?”
“As long as you’ll let me. I’m thinking at least Eighty-five years.”
His hand encapsulated mine. Large, strong, holding her so securely. Tears splashed down her face. Damn.
“Rhodie?”
“I’d like to get to know you better, too,” i whispered. “Very much.”
He squee-zed her hand. “Then we have ourselves a plan?”
She nodded and fli-cked away the river of tears that had escaped. “So this is like, our first d@t£?”
The most gorgeous smile broke over his face. “Sure.”
Absolute happiness poured throu-gh me and i smiled back at him, tears and all.
“Are we going to have S-x on our first d@t£?”
He laughed “Ah, you are only interested in one thing from me.”
I didn’t answer but clearly I changed the subject to save myself, “so now that you’ve left Mascot University, who is gonna teach me Anthropology”
His arms wra-pped around me, “I am … I will still be your Professor”
I k!$$ÂŁd him, “and I will be the best student you will ever have”
“To be honest, I’m glad i quit. At least i can be wherever you are and k!ssyou infront of thousand of students…i would walk hand in hand with you. ”
He sat down and I straddle him staring at him. I was lost in him. My ru-bbe-d his rou-gh stubble, “you’ve ba-rely sle-pt”.
“It’s because I miss you. I was so much thinking of you.. ”
“Come “, I got off his l@ps, and he followed my lead. We moved to the be-droom, no words said.. we cudd-letogether and that’s what I wanted.
Him.
.
Hellooooo Mascot University.
I’m so much happy today.. Rhodie Hudges is back and school is gonna be sweeter than ever.
Well, our school monsters, Zola and
Poppy should face the wrath of our up coming queen. Rhodie Hudges.
Can’t wait to welcome her.
k!sses
The T.
School seemed kind of different today. It’s just I’m so lucky that Cas-sy asked me to be her roommate and Chloe just wanted to buy my whole expenses.
I still didn’t see Zola and honestly I’m not worried cause I know i will see her tonight at the bikini p@rty. The p@rty was thrown by Poppy.
And to make everyone see me again, I nee-d to wear the h0ttest bikini to drive everyone wild.
If i ask Ian for his permission, I’m sure he won’t agree so I’m gonna keep this a secret.
He will go nuts if he finds out, I’m wearing a bikini where guys are just going to look at me half n-ked and have so much lvst in their eyes.
I stared at my reflection wearing a bikini…i felt wierd cause today is my first time being expo-sed like this. I switched off my phone incase Ian texted. I just don’t want me to suspect me.
I ran outside, meeting Chloe and Cas-sy, they were dressed in bikini as well.
We drove to the p@rty. Listening to the bashing music,we entered. For the first time, all eyes were on me and I saw Zola talking to Poppy.
Her back turned to me as Poppy gave me a smile, “welcome, Clarkville… You look h0t as usual”
“Thank you… You don’t look bad, yourself “, I answered.
Zola turned, her eyes seems challenging as ever, “welcome back, Rhodie…”
I scoffed, “Don’t act so nice cause I know you are not happy of me being around here”
She moved closed to palming my cheeks as she k!$$ÂŁd me ha-rd . I pushed her away sl@pping her at the same time.
She laughed, “It’s fun having you here Rhodie. I know you like the k!ssbut can’t wait to make your life hell”, She muttered then she turned to Poppy while they k!$$ÂŁd.
Oh i see, so they are friends now. No, they are d@t!ngnow.
“Every year, we have chocolate li-ck competition and I will be glad to compete with you since you are the number one queen..”
That’s lame…
“I’m not competing with you…”, I replied.
“Scared of a little competition..”.
“I’m not but I’m in a sweet relationsh!pand a game which consists of l!çk!ng is a sign of cheating on my b©yfriÂŁndso I’m sorry to dissapoint you…”
I moved away from them while i joined my friends.
“Now you are ranked the 1st, all you nee-d to do is upgrade our ball room .. only if you have some cash.. that way, professors and other nobles can support you…”, Carter said softly.
“That’s not a problem at all … Carter and honestly i want to thank of you for doing this for me”, I replied.
“It’s not a problem at all… but the only problem is we have to win this competition”, Chloe said
“This isn’t a competition.. it’s a se-duction game.. a man l!çk!ng chocolate from your skin .. what kind of game is that?”, I asked.
“Well that’s not the only game, you know…”
I looked around the room as i heard people cheering.
“Come on, Rhodie…”, Cas-sy encouraged.
Holding Carter’s wrist. I dragged him to the chocolate li-ck game. Zola was with Poppy. She only sm-irked the movement she saw me and I felt like killing her.
I was competing with them … now the game is called chocolate li-ck and honestly i hate it… I didn’t ask Ian for permission and this is too inti-mate for me.
So how is this game pla-yed? Well it’s starts with two pla-yers… one will sit on the table while the chocolate is poured on his or her skin, the one who li-cks fas-ter is the winner.
What sort of game is that?
Anyway, what matters is defeating Zola. Why do I feel she was Poppy accomplice the whole time.
I sat on the table and Zola sat on the table next to me. Everyone gathered around. Jason was so determined to take ph0tos which will surely be upd@tÂŁd on the T’s.
Two girls from nowhere poured the chocolate on us while everyone cheered. Carter li-cked hisl-ips at the sight when the whistle was b!own.
Thirty minutes later, the winner was declared and it was Carter and I. You should have seen how pissed Zola was.
It was getting late and I nee-d to go home. I mean I nee-d to see Ian. I don’t want him getting worried.
I switched on my phone, expecting him to sÂŁnd me messages and gladly he did..
* where are you?
Then he showed me the picture of Carter and I
*did you let him taste you.
* Oh you are so dead. I’m going to punish you.
Suddenly i felt giddy .. I wanted to know what he wanted to do to me.
*text me, I’m so worried.
*Are you okay…
I was about to text when Chloe offered me a drink. I suddenly fekt nervous and scared cause I felt as if Chloe may be planning this Poppy.
Yes, I believe so. I stared at her, “no, I’m okay”, I answered and she shrugged dropping the jui-ce.
I moved to the bathroom, trying to text Ian. I took a picture if my Nikon form when i felt a strong hand on my nose and slowly drifted off.
But I heard faint voices, “let’s see how she is going to make it to the p@rty tomorrow.. I deserve to be queen and no one else”, that was surely Zola’s voice.
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TO be continued