Kaize attempted many tis to get into her pants. Without exemption, they all failed with him being humiliated.
It beca more and more difficult to be subtle. He couldn’t sleep properly anymore—not until he tasted her!
He tried everything, whether it was giving food, giving gifts, and the like. It got to the point that so people started noticing. Tongues started wagging then, but fortunately it was only whispers and unconfird gossip. For now.
Regardless, it was still pretty annoying.
Anyway, when she called him to the roofdeck after work, Kaize was elated. Did he finally succeed?
However, he got a slap instead.
Slap!
"You bastard!" She yelled, and he blinked from the stinging pain on his face, before looking at her.
Her glasses reflected too much of her eyes, but sohow he could still feel her piercing stare.
It was freaking turning him on.
"I’m giving you one last chance. Leave alone! Or I’ll tell the paparazzi what kind of freak you are!"
Seeing the cool-as-a-cucumber woman like this was exciting. Suddenly all the suffering he had to endure the past few days was worth it!
Khalifa noticed the decided lack of remorse the redhead had. She imdiately schooled her expression, trying to return to her apathetic self.
"I have no ti to be giving playboys like you. I have a boyfriend!"
The term made his eyes twitch in annoyance, his playful expression turning serious. "A boyfriend who hasn’t been satisfying you for over a month."
At this, her eyes sharpened as he looked at him. "You have been stalking ?" she asked, but she continued without waiting for his reply.
"Nothing good will co out of looking at as a prey to win," she said, taking in a deep, deep breath. She was trying to be the mature one here. After all, regardless of his age, she was still his teacher.
"Just focus on your studies so you can return to the lavish life you worked hard for and leave alone."
He didn’t know exactly what triggered him—whether it was his hurt pride, the mories of his fall, or his lack of sleep from obsessing about her—but his eyes reddened and his hand slapped the wall near her head.
"Prey?! Is that what you think?!" he yelled, leaning forward.
"I couldn’t sleep without seeing you in my dreams! What will you do if my grades decline? What if I tell people the real reason?!
"Should I confess to you in front of the whole school? Force you to date so I can function as a human again?!"
Her eyebrows furrowed deeply and she gave him a bad look. "Are you blackmailing ?"
"Is it working?"
"You’re not seriously suggesting I betray my boyfriend—who had been working hard to represent our country—to satisfy your itch, right?"
She was definitely annoyed, but because of his threat, he knew she’d listen to him more. He took advantage of this ti to say everything he wanted.
"He doesn’t have to know," he said, taking out his phone to show her so photos. "Besides, he might not be as loyal as you think."
Her eyebrows furrowed at this, looking at him like he was an idiot. But he didn’t falter. He simply showed her photos of Jacob in what looked to be the team in a strip club.
Jacob’s face wasn’t clearly shown, but there was a woman stripping on a pole in front of him.
Khalifa frowned, though she still felt that Jacob would never betray her, it didn’t an it didn’t sting a bit.
Seeing her like this was both heartbreaking and heartening. Inexplicably, his confidence returned and his smile turned flirtatious.
"Even if he didn’t cheat on you, he was still having fun—not suffering as much as you think."
Who didn’t know athletes were no less ’playful’ than the stars!
Khalifa heaved a deep breath, trying to keep her cool, but Kaize kept blabbering on.
"Co on, he doesn’t have to know. I assure you, I’m clean of all diseases and I can definitely blow your mind with my skills—"
Slap!!
Slap! Slap!
"How dare you," she said, gritting her teeth. "How dare you assu I’m that kind of woman!"
"No, I—"
"Even if my boyfriend was unfaithful, so what?! Should I go and sleep with my student as revenge?" She yelled at him, pointing at his chest. "Do you want to lose my job? Or even get embroiled in a scandal with you? How selfish could you get?!
"You’re going to ruin my future! Why? Just so you could get a taste?"
Kaize’s playful expression was now completely wiped off her face. "No, that’s not what I—"
Drip, drip
Kaize’s eyes widened, realizing she was crying. Kaize didn’t think anymore and just wrapped his arms around her.
"I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I just… I wanted you so much–" he paused, his heart heavy with guilt. "I love you!"
This made the woman flinch, and he could feel her tears pool. "We barely know each other. You’re just—"
Kaize was really panicking a bit. He could only take out a clean handkerchief and try to wipe her years away.
His eyes widened as he took off her glasses, not expecting her to be so beautiful!
"You keep taking advantage—"
Kaize heard her voice shake—revealing so of her real voice, which would’ve been sexy if she wasn’t so angry.
Ah, who was he kidding? It was still sexy as hell.
However, as horny as he was now, he didn’t want her to think of him that way! "I’m not like that!"
"I… I never said that to anyone," he told her, holding her cheeks in his palms. "I don’t know why either. But I was obsessed with you the mont I laid eyes on you."
He said this with sincerity, hoping she would believe him because it was one of the truest things he ever uttered.
His eyes t her azure ones and realized she was softening up, even just a bit.
He gulped, leaning down to kiss her. She didn’t move at first, but she imdiately tried to struggle when she realized what was happening.
However, how could Kaize—who had been desperately dreaming of this mont for days—let her go?
His Professor Khalifa… would not be able to escape this ti.
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