Anovel of teach me chapter 2 by sensei

Alexa ~

Snapping out of my reverie,I hastily drew my short uniform down, trying to cover myself as I turned to make a hasty exit. 

But before I could take a step, his hand shot out, his fingers wrapping around my wrist like a vice. He held me in place, his grip firm but not painful, as he leaned in close. "Where do you think you're going?" he whispered, his breath hot against my ear, sending shivers down my spine. My heart racing, I tried to tug my wrist free, but his hold remained unyielding.

"I have a deal for you, Alexa." He repeated,his voice low and husky.

My heart skipped a beat as I wondered what he could possibly propose. I tried to pull my wrist free again, but his grip remained firm. 

"What kind of deal?" I asked warily, my voice barely above a whisper.

"A month as my plãythïñg."

My eyes widened in shock as his words hung in the air, his proposal both thrilling and terrifying.

"A month as my plãythïñg," he repeated, his voice low and seductive, his eyes intense . 

I felt a shiver run down my spine as I processed the offer. Accepting would mean surrendering to his desires, becoming his exclusive plaything for a month. The thought sent a flutter through my chest, a mix of fear and curiosity. 

"What do I get in return?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

His fingers grazed my skin as he tucked the stray hair behind my ear, his touch sending shivers down my spine. His eyes locked onto mine burning with an intensity that made my breath catch. 

"Everything," he whispered, his voice husky with promise. "Everything you desire." The words hung in the air like a siren's call, tempting me with the promise of forbidden pleasures and unspoken delights. I felt myself leaning into him, drawn by the magnetism of his presence and the allure of his proposal.

My heart skipped a beat as his lips hovered inches from mine, his warm breath caressing my skin. The air was electric with tension, and I could feel the weight of his gaze upon me. 

"Are you in, Alexa?" he whispered, his voice low and husky, sending shivers down my spine.my eyes fluttered closed, my lips parting slightly as I felt myself self being drawn into the vortex of his desire. All I had to do was nod, or whisper yes, and I would be his.

My eyes snapped open, and I jolted back to reality, as if suddenly remembering myself and without hesitation, wrenched my wrist free from his grasp. "No," I whispered, my voice firm.

His smirk grew wider as he took a sip from his drink, his eyes glinting with a cold, calculating light. He seemed to savor the moment, his expression a mask of confident anticipation. "You'll surely come back, Alexa. And remember ,My name is Mikhail Marco" he said, his voice low and husky, dripping with conviction. 

Those words sent a shiver down my spine, even as I fled the scene. I could feel his gaze on me, boring into my skin, leaving me with the unsettling feeling that I was already trapped in his web, and that escape was only an illusion 

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Mikhail ~

My fingers moved deftly as I buttoned my crisp white dress shirt, my eyes locked on my reflection in the mirror. My gaze  intense, my eyes burning with a inner fire that seemed to pierce through the glass. 

I adjusted my cuffs, my movements economical and precise, as I transformed myself from a relaxed club-goer to a powerful and commanding figure. The mirror reflected back the man I am. 

A man who exuded confidence and control, a man who was accustomed to getting what he wanted, no matter the cost. My eyes narrowed slightly as I straightened my tie, my thoughts clearly focused on the challenge that lay ahead - Getting the black haired.

"Aren't you signing with a model agency today?" I ask 

"Ofcourse I am ." My fiancee sits up. Maria Martinez.Her fake tïts barely move when she tosses the cover and stands.

She sashayed across the room, her fake b`reast standing at attention. 

"Babe," she cooed, her voice dripping with saccharine sweetness, as she wrapped her arms around my waist, pressing her nãked body to my back. 

My expression remained impassive, my eyes still fixed on my reflection in the mirror, as I acknowledged Maria's presence with a brief, distracted smile. 

"Good morning ."I murmured, my tone polite but distant, as I continued to adjust my tie, my mind clearly elsewhere.

"It's so early to leave," she wined stepping forward, her voice laced with a hint of petulance,her hands roaming over my chest "Why do you have to go? Can't it wait?" she asked, her eyes gazing up at me

"I am a man of rules, Maria," I stated, as I gently disentangle myself from her grasp. "And one of those rules is to always keep my business appointments. No matter what." 

"You know that, Maria. . It's what makes me successful." 

Maria's pout deepened, but she knew better than to push me

She nodded, her eyes flashing with a hint of resentment, but she said nothing more, knowing that my mind was already made up which is one of the quality I like about her.

"Mr Clark will like to see you today." I told her.

She frown "Why?"

"A night with you." I Stated calmly.

Maria and I are engaged that's all. There's nothing between us aside from the s`exual needs. She's got a reputation that's useful for me and in return I get to give her whatever she wants.

At times I offer her to men at the cãsino dying to s`leep with a popular movie star and model..

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Alexa ~

"Mikhail offered you a deal and you rejected?!" she shrieked, her eyes wide with incredulity, her face pale with shock. She grasped my arm, her fingers digging deep into my skin.

"Are you insane? Do you know what you're giving up?" she demanded, her words tumbling out in a frantic rush. 

"Mikhail doesn't make offers to just anyone. He's one of the most powerful men in the city. You're throwing away a chance at a life of luxury, of wealth, of influence..." Cindy's voice trailed off, her eyes blazing with a mixture of anger and dismay

What so special about his deal. I frown 

Her voice dropped to a whisper, her eyes darting around the room as if she feared being overheard. "He's also a mafia boss, owner of this strip club and casino," she said, her words painting a picture of Mikhail as a powerful and ruthless figure. 

My eyes widened, my mind racing with the implications. I had suspected that Mikhail wasn't simple , but I had no idea he was a mafia boss. The revelation sent a shiver down my spine.

Cindy's eyes locked onto mine, her gaze intense and persuasive. "But you can still accept the deal," she urged, her voice low and convincing. "Think about it, Alexa. You'll have access to unlimited resources, wealth, and power. You'll be able to live a life you never thought possible. You are homeless now aren't you? This is a golden chance"

Cindy's words were like a siren's call, tempting me with promises of a luxurious and exciting life. But I was hesitant.

My feelings about Mikhail were a tangled web of emotions, a mix of fear and excitement that left me breathless and bewildered. I was drawn to him like a moth to a flame, helpless to resist the allure of his power and charisma. But at the same time, I was terrified of the darkness that lurked beneath his polished surface, the hint of ruthlessness that seemed to simmer just below the edge of his smile. It was a potent and intoxicating combination, one that left me feeling both thrilled and terrified.

                        

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"Hello, Mum," I said, my tone flat and detached, as I steeled myself for the conversation ahead. 

I had always struggled to connect with my mother, who has always prioritized her own interests over my well-being. The both of us had a long and complicated history, one that was marked by tension, anger, and hurt. 

My grip on my phone tightened, my knuckles white with tension, as I prepared myself for the result.

My mum, Maria Martinez is a popular model and movie star and here I am , homeless and poor,no worst than an orphan meanwhile I have a rich mum rumored to be engaged to one of the richest men in the city.

"Alexa? Didn't I tell you to stop calling me?" Her words were like a slap, a harsh reminder of the emotional distance between us. I felt a sting of hurt and anger, but i pushed on, determined to have my say.

"Mum," I start "I'm homeless."

"So what? You're an adult," she said, her tone implying that my situation was somehow my own fault, that I was responsible for my own misfortunes.

The lack of empathy, of concern, was staggering, and I felt a familiar ache in my chest, a reminder of the emotional abandonment I had suffered at my mother's hands. 

I took a deep breath, trying to keep my emotions in check, but it was hard to shake off the feeling that I was truly alone in the world.

"How can you be so cruel, Mum? I am your daughter!" I exclaimed, the pain and hurt etched in my voice 

"Spare me the dramatics, Alexa," she said, her voice dripping with disdain. "You're not a child anymore. You need to take responsibility for your own life." The words were like a knife to my heart, twisting and turning, causing me to feel like I was bleeding inside.

The phone went dead, and I was left standing there, feeling shattered and alone. The tears I had been trying to hold back finally broke free, streaming down my face in a torrent of pain and sadness. I felt like I had been punched in the gut, my breath knocked out of me. 

I slid down the wall, my back against the cold concrete, and let the tears consume me. I wept for the mother I had never had, for the love and acceptance I had always been denied. I wept for the pain and the hurt that had been inflicted upon me, and for the fragile, broken pieces of my heart.

"Hey it's okay." Cindy who has been kind enough to let me spend the night in her home said softly.

"This is the major reason you need to accept his deal."

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As I stepped into the dimly lit room, my eyes scanned the space, adjusting to the faint light that filtered in.

I spotted him sitting on the couch, nestled in the corner of the room, his presence seeming to command the space around him. His eyes fixed on me, his gaze piercing and intense, as if he could see right through me.

The air seemed to vibrate with tension as our our eyes met, the silence between us thick and heavy. 

I felt a shiver run down my spine as I approached him, my heart pounding in my chest.

As his eyes roamed over my body, his gaze lingered on the tiny black l`ingerie Cindy had insisted I wore.

It's daring and seductive..

Valentino's eyes seemed to burn with intensity as he took in the sight of me, his pupils dilating slightly as he slowly set his glass down on the coffee table.

The air was thick with tension as he leaned back into the couch, his eyes never leaving my face. "So, Alexa," he said, his voice low and husky, "I hear you're considering my offer."

My heart skipped a beat as he beckoned me with a single, elegant finger. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I nodded, my feet moving of their own accord to close the distance between us. . 

I stopped in front of him, my legs almost touching his knees, and waited, my heart pounding in anticipation.

His eyes locked onto mine ,his face expressionless, but his eyes... his eyes seemed to hold a thousand secrets, and I felt myself getting lost in their depths.

"sit on my l`ap."

His voice was low and husky, his words sending a shiver down my spine. 

I felt a flutter in my chest as I hesitated for a moment,my eyes locked on his. 

Thinking about my predicament, I slowly lowered myself onto his l`ap, my thighs brushing against his.

His arms wrapped around me, his hands resting on my hips, holding me in place.

I felt a rush of heat as I settled into the warmth of his body, my face inches from his. The air was thick with tension, and my heart pounded in her chest as she waited for what would happen next.

Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, he leaned in, his lips brushing against miñe in a soft, gentle kïss making me crave for more.

"Rule 1; very important. Don't ever think of falling for me. My heart belongs to another."

"I won't." I whispered clenching my thighs a`roused 

His k`iss deepened, his tongue tracing the outline of my lips, sending sparks of electricity through my entire body.

My heart pounded in my chest, and I felt herself getting lost in the sensation, my doubts and fears momentarily forgotten in the face of his intoxicating kiss.

What have I gotten herself into?