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I was taken aback by his statement, "It's ... It's not porn." Why did I just stutter?

He arched a dark brow at me, and I realized I had never been alone with him before. Seeing him up close, I understood the hype around his looks.

He was tall, probably over six feet, with a lean and toned body from playing sports. His flawless brown skin was clearer than most of the girls at our school. He had cornrows that framed his perfect features, including his captivating amber eyes, accentuated by his long, luscious lashes.

The guy even had multiple rings adorning his fingers that probably cost six years' worth of people's rent. It was against the school rules to wear any jewelry that wasn't a wristwatch, but he was Nathan Johnson INNOSON; he didn't follow the rules, he chose the rules to follow.

He was rebellious, and something about it intrigued me. He had an irresistible aura, and it alarmed me that I was affected.

"Then what is it?" He asked, referring to the novel.

My eyes, stopping their visual analysis, moved to the novel and back at him; I squared my shoulders and tilted my head a little bit higher. "Literature." I delivered.

A look of amusement crossed his face before he took the novel from the desk and began to read audibly.
"He thrust his fingers into Tracy's hungry pussy ... "

I tensed and held my breath.

"...And started moving them in and out of her sobbing cunt with a speed that made her scream and moan his name. Yes, baby, scream for me. Joshua said, let the fucking neighbors hear what I do to you. His mouth replaced his fingers, and he sucked ... "

"Fine!" I cut in. I couldn't bear to hear anymore.

He laughed. "What? It's literature," he said mimicking the tone of my voice.

I blew my cheeks out to cease my blushing. "It is literature senior. It just happens to have a steamy scene," I defended.

"I see," he murmured, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he flipped the pages. "You like this kind of stuff ?" He asked as if he hadn't already tortured me enough.

I blinked so hard that I think I fanned some of my lashes off.
"What ?"

He took another drag of his cigar.
"You like being fingered, and getting eaten out?"

My breath hitched, and I opened and closed my mouth, words failing me. What does he expect me to tell him?

My voice shook when I found my ability to form sentences again, "Senior, I don't like this kind of conversation."

"Drop the senior bullshit angel, it's unnecessary. We're alone, you can call me by my name," he said.

Did he just call me an angel?
My eyes dropped, an attempt to hide a very embarrassing (to me) blush heating my skin. Not that he would notice considering my dark skin, but I knew my chubby cheeks were so round now.

"You were saying?" He urged.

I looked back at him, "I don't ... I don't like ... "

His tongue swiped across his lips, and I tried so hard not to stare too long at his well-shaped, beautiful ...

"Then why were you rubbing your legs together like that ?" His words cut into my thoughts.

My heart started pounding fast in my chest. He had seen me, Jesus! He had seen me.
" I wasn't rubbing my legs," I denied.

He chuckled, "Speaking of legs, your uniform is way too short and that's against school rules."

Says the guy with a ton of rings on, and a cigarette between his fingers.

"I don't care about rules, but as a prefect, I have to do something about it, especially when other students had already seen us together. It wouldn't make sense if I let you go like that," he stated, and I tried my best not to glare at him because I knew exactly what he was about to do.

"Come closer, angel," He beckoned, leaning away from the desk and pulling out what looked like a red marker.

I walked closer to him as he pulled the lid off the marker. I stopped when he squatted in front of me, jumping when his hand touched my thigh.

He looked up at me, and I gave him a lop-sided smile.
"Sorry your ... your hand's cold, " I lied. The truth was his touch, as unintentional as it was, sent a shiver across my skin.

He didn't say anything and proceeded to start writing today's date and the name of the conformity prefect I would submit the day wear uniform to when I took it off in the hostel.

"You have sexy legs by the way," he complimented when he was done.

I tried so hard not to blush, and took a step back, "Thanks."

He took another drag of his cigar, "The reason I called you from your class is to inform you that instead of going to Imo State tomorrow (which is where I live), you'll stay in Abuja with my family for the break. My mom suggested it based on your mother's absence, and she agreed to it." he informed me.

My brows bunched. Firstly, my mom didn't tell me this. Secondly, they lived in Imo State.

"But your family lives in Imo state," I said dumbly like I wasn't referring to billionaires.

He stated flatly, "We have a house in Abuja. "

I nodded and whispered, of course, under my breath.

"Remain in your class tomorrow so I can find you easily, we'll be heading to a hotel in my friend's car," he continued.

I tensed.
"Okay, Is that all ?" I asked, trying to be nonchalant.

"Yes," he answered and started walking over to me. I instinctively stepped back.

He stopped, amusement in his eyes, "Do I make you nervous?"

I shook my head with a scoff to make it sound believable. "No."

"Then why were you moving away when I was just walking to pick up my bag."

I turned to see a black bag behind me. I cringed in embarrassment.
"Sorry," I mumbled.

He moved around me to pick up his bag, opened it, and I watched as he put my novel, yes, the one that wasn't mine that I had borrowed, in his bag.

"Nathan, please, that book isn't mine. The girl that owns it will kill me if I don't return it," I pleaded.

"Does she rub her legs while reading it as well ?" He teased.

I tried my best not to cringe.
"Nathan please."

"This is pornography, and as a prefect," he gave me an I love this smile, "I have to confiscate it to stop the corruption of young minds."

Was he serious?

"You can head back to your class, I'll see you tomorrow," he dismissed me and pulled out an iPhone from the bag.

He was serious.
Having a phone in school was also contraband. He was unbelievable.

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