The CEO's Obsession With The Teacher

er's eyes s

ws, stabbing directly into her retinas. A deep, throbbing ache radiated through her thighs and lower

d skin, but the sudden chill still raised a fine layer of goosebumps across her bare shoulders. Her fingers, trembling slightly, cla

head against th

ack turned to her. A thin stream of gray smoke drifted up from the

utal aftermath of shrapnel and combat knives. She stared at the raised tissue, her mind automatically categorizing him. A private security contractor. An ex-military grunt

ted. No money. No status. J

turned

lculating intensity that made Elaine's heart skip a nervous, heavy beat against her ribs. He took a final, sharp dr

e thick carpet. His expression remained entirely unreadable, a blank wall of

he folder o

ine's knees with a dull, heavy

he flipped it open. Her eyes immediately scanned the bold, blac

losure A

s on the mattress on either side of her hips, caging her in. The

m, rough and commanding. "No emotional attachment. Y

her thumb. She swallowed hard, suppressing a sudden, suffoca

rule out loud in her head. Absolute secrecy in public.

to the final clause at the bottom

terminate this arrangement at any time. No questio

htstand. Her hand shook slightly, the metal cold against her palm. She pres

at her signature. His lips curled into a faint, satisfied smirk, a micro-expre

bled out of the oppo

ilk blouse and skirt to her chest to cover her exposed skin. Her breath ca

intense, burning gaze tracked her every movement. It made her skin prickle with heat. She fumbled

armchair, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the strap. She desperately needed to

fered. His tone was casual, but the underlying

the door. She di

. "Rule two. Strict boun

r click shut behind her. She rushed down the long, carpeted hallway, her heels sinking into the plush

attan hit her face. She immediately blended into the busy, fast-paced crowd of

hand and hail

ee and cheap air freshener filling her lungs. She gave the driver

s empty, littered with wet cardboard and broken glass. Elaine quickly walked up to a heavy, rust-co

and locked the de

smelled strongly of turpentine, linseed oil, and damp brick. It in

d her laptop. She clicked on her encrypted email client. A

ed a frantic note from her broker: "This guy is back. Same as always, offering an absurd amount of money, and he e

mmed the laptop shut. She walked over to her workstation, picking up a steel palette knife. She scooped

ngering frustration, the physical soreness, and the

er to the industrial sink and scrubbed the black paint off her hands with harsh soap. S

d walked over to a sma

ength skirt. She tied her messy hair into a neat, tight bun. In less than five minutes, she fully transformed

ocks to the subway station and took the noisy, rattlin

n private school. The bright, colorful hallway was alrea

her fellow teacher, cal

soft smile onto her fa

came sprinting down the hallway. Her heels clacked franticall

r arms. "It's Colten! He's in a violent fistfig