Akira's P.O.V
Never in my life had I thought I could be a marathon runner. I was usually the type who was too lazy to even do chores in my own house unless my mom paid me for it. No, really! But thankfully, both my parents stay away most of the time for business matters in Montana and I usually have my older sister looking after me...who was more interested in breaking hearts than taking care of me. So in short, I have all the time in the world to laze around.
But the instant Mr. Sexy Sadist let me out of that classroom, I forgot that I had three more periods left in school, since he pretty much wasted one of them, and ran back home like my ass was covered with gasoline with Prometheus thyself running after me with his stolen torch. You get the picture?
I have to call the school later on to inform them that I’m suffering from a sudden hemorrhage down south and describe in detail how the menstrual pain works so that the Principal’s secretary gets grossed out and tells me to stay home for the rest of the week, but that can wait till I was safely home and far, far away from that perverted, sadistic, sexy-UGH!!
Seriously! That guy is trying to get into my pants and the only thing I keep repeating in my mind is how sexy he is!
Darling there's no shame in admiring a very fiiiinnnneee piece of art.
I growled. Even my conscience is siding with my enemy.
Since when do you have wet dreams about your enemies?
Grrrr!
I slowed down when my picture perfect two storied house with its white fence and huge lawn came into view just a block away. By now I was completely exhausted with my tongue hanging out like a starving, rabid street dog and I'm ready to collapse any minute.
I looked around once to see that the coast was clear and let out a sigh of relief...just as a car honks behind me. I look down at my feet. Nope, still standing on the sidewalk. Then why the hell is the car honking?
I turn around slowly, and just like in the horror movies, my worst nightmare is right there, standing right behind me with one hand inside a sleek black car, with which he kept pressing the horn and his head out the window, that signature smirk plastered on his face.
At least it wasn't a psycho with a butcher’s knife.
"What the Hell do you want?" I yell at him throwing my hands up in the air, frustrated. "And why on God's green Earth are you following me!"
His grin widens as he gets out of his shiny black car. I’m no specialist so don’t ask me what it is. I can hardly distinguish between a bike and a cycle! "First, I already told you what I want", he did that creepy head to toe check out of me, emphasizing his point. "And second, I live exactly two blocks away from your house."
Creepy Sadist lives next to me? No wonder he’s seen plenty of me. Thankfully, he doesn't know about my library visits are to the erotic section. Or does he?
"Keep pouting like that, and I just might be tempted into giving you a nightly visit", he said.
Was I pouting? Anyway, major problem here, let's solve that first. "You have anything to say or did you follow me all the way home just to get a nice view of my butt?"
"Giving me ideas, are you?" He arched an eyebrow. "As I told you, I live here-"
"School isn't over yet!" I snapped.
"But my classes are." When I gave him a suspicious look, he continued, "I'm a trainee teacher, just out of college, so I don't have classes all day. Either morning sessions or afternoon ones and I'm done for the day. So then, your place or mine?"
My jaw hit the pavement...retracted back...and then I exploded.
"What! Do I look like a cheap slut that you can just pick up from the roadside! My parents are respectable people and I come from a respectable family and this is a respectable neighborhood-"
"And that respectable neighborhood is going to hound you down if they see you talking to me on a roadside, and a car waiting around the corner." I didn't have to look at him to know that he was smirking.
Damn him and his logical brain! But I couldn't go to his house either, since it would look even more sluttish. The only way I have got was to take him home and apparently no one was there since my 'nanny' came in the evening and went away in the morning, the same time I went to school. She’s an intern at the City Hospital. I sighed audibly. " Fine, let's go to my house. But no monkey business!" I snapped before turning and heading to my house, him following soundlessly behind me. And damn those r****h nosed neighbors, who, I'm pretty sure are spilling out of their windows right now, thanks to all the honking.
I opened the door with my lock and dropped my backpack on a nearby couch and headed for the kitchen but his voice stopped me midway.
"Aren't you going to invite me in?" he asked from outside the door, hands tucked in his jeans pocket.
"Seriously? What are you, a freaking vampire that you need my permission to come in?" I said, crossing my arms across my chest.
"Just being polite", he muttered under his breath as he stepped inside and closed the door behind him. He then went straight to the couch and dropped down onto it.
"Have a seat, why don't you?" I said sarcastically as I went into the kitchen and took out some frozen pasta carbonara from the fridge and popped it in the oven to heat. I didn't have any lunch today, so why not?
"Well then", his voice startled me since it came from right behind me. " Why don't we finish what we were discussing outside?"
He had me trapped with my back against the counter and his hands on either side of me palms down.
"Di-di-discuss w-what?" I stuttered as I turned and looked up into his eyes.
"Why, it's time for your first lesson Ms. OG", he smirked, eyes twinkling wickedly.
I gulped.
Oh crap!
Chapter 5: Lesson OneAkira's P.O.V“W-W-what l-lesson?” I stuttered while mentally screaming, “What the fuck did I get myself into!”“Y-your first l-lesson in s-s-sex,” he imitated my voice but on him it sounded like a siren having a panic attack.“I don’t talk like that!” I snapped at him.“Oh, don’t worry, soon you won’t betalkingat all,” he smirked, wrapped his arms around my waist. “You'll bescreamingmy name.”I wanted so badly to slap that smirk off his face, but before I could react, I found myself sitting on top of the counter with him standing between my legs.“Oh, hell no! There’s no way I’m losing my virginity to you in my own kitchen
Chapter 6: Murderous Thoughts and MassagesStupid! Stupid! Stupid!I kept reciting it in my mind like a mantra, scowling so hard that I was worried I would burn a hole through my books.How dare he?!That no-good, perverted, hot jerk!Ugh!How could I have let that SOB just walk into my house and give me the most mind blowing orgasm and then leave me panting like a dog with the promise that he wouldn’tfuckme until Ibeggedhim! The nerve!“Having murderous thoughts are we, Miss Sanders?” The jerk snapped me out of my thoughts with a weird twinkle in his eyes and that hot damn smirk!Did I say hot? God! I meant God! God, help me!I gave him my most deadly glare, which caused a couple people around me to flinch away. But the
Chapter 7: Tabletop Adventures“I-I-I really n-need to get h-home,” I stuttered, cursing myself for it mentally. Not again!“Oh? You want to continue on your kitchen counter instead?” he whispered huskily, breath fanning the back of my neck. “Or would you like that table in your living room?” I shivered. Did he memorize every scene of my erotica stories? Especially the ones with him as my inspiration?“Excited are we?” he chuckled as my nipples strained through my bra, pebbling at his touch. I really was a goner when it came to him.“No… oooh!” Damn that bastard! He knew I was about to say no and decided to tweak my nipple at that exact moment! He didn’t play fair at all!“Nope. I play dirty Miss OG...very, very dirty.”I could 
Chapter 8: Dirty Little SecretWhy did my life suddenly turn into a horror soap opera with a horrible script writing? First, it was Ethan at the sidewalk outside my house and now we were both stuck inside a classroom, waiting for Ghost Face to pop up with a saw.But…The door opened to reveal a handsome hunk whom I had never seen before.“Dylan?” Ethan sounded both surprised and irritated.“Ethan, mate! How have you been?” Dylan said in a British accent as he came over and the boys did their man-hug completed with the typical backslapping.Was I hallucinating or did their slaps look a bit harder than normal?“Oh? I hope I’m not interrupting your class. I heard the bell ring twenty minutes ago.” Dylan said, breaking away from Ethan.We were having table f
Chapter 9: Sneaking In“I’m your what?” I screeched, pushing away from him and standing up.He gaped at my outburst but then he snapped out of it and stood up as well.“Then what did you expect? That I’d call you my girlfriend? Are you seriously that naïve?” he ranted, stumbling over his words. “I didn’t think you’d be the clingy type!”My temper just shot past the boiling point. “Oh, really? Then what kind of a person did you think I was? Someone you could sleep with and discard? Such a nice complement, Mr. Whitmore. Well, too bad. If you want obedience, go fuck yourself!”He clenched his jaw. He looked tense, trying to find words, probably finding ways to compel me. Too bad it won’t work on me anymore. “Look, it’s not—&rd
Chapter 10: Best Friends and Unpleasant Experiences“Rise and shine, Aki!”I rolled over in bed groaning and flailing my hands around on the bed to find my damn blanket. Just when I found it, it was stolen from my hands. Again!“Not so fast, beautiful.”Who on Earth was talking to me this early in the morning? Who was in my room? Did that annoying cocky bastard come back?Damn! Too much pressure on the brain was giving me a blasted headache! Didn't they know that I was up almost the entire night, thinking about that blasted teacher?“Hey, sexy PJs! And your butt looks so cute in it!”That got me sitting up so fast, it gave me a whiplash. I pried my swollen eyes open and finally looked at the intruder.“Oh, my god! Nick? How did you get in? When did you get back?” I was wide awake instantly.“Whoa! Slow down horsey!” answered my bestest friend in
Chapter 11: Curiosity Killed the CatSuddenly, the hallway became overcrowded as soon as I came to stand in front of the board which held the paper written in bold letters huge enough to attract instant attention.Whispers started at once from all directions and I wanted nothing more than the ground to open up and swallow me. Nick was still beside me, trying to wrap his head around what was going on.But then... a plan formed in my head. My only prayer to God right now was not to let Nick go into panic mode or things could get ugly.Tilting my head to the side, I gave the onlookers my most clueless and confused expression and said to no one in particular…"What's Miss OG?"I may be an erotic romance writer, but a writer none the less. Plot twists were an everyday occurrence. At once, people looked relieved, started smiling like they already knew I could never been Miss OG. But some still looked suspicious. And as expe
Chapter 12: It Wasn't MeI had barely taken two steps into the science corridor when someone suddenly grabbed my arm and pulled me into darkness.I opened my mouth to scream but a hand covered it, preventing me from trying. He even caught both my hands behind my back with his other hand. So I tried the only thing I could—I stomped on my assaulter’s foot."Holy shit!" That person cussed and I instantly knew who he was.I didn't stop fighting, trying to hit him as he tried to dodge my attacks and keep me silent at the same time. But suddenly, I found my back hitting the wall hard enough to momentarily stun me and the heavy weight of his body holding me in place.“I’ll let go, but you have to promise not to—ow! You bit me!"“You, you, you...bastard! Lowlife! Son of a—" He covered my mouth again.“Don’t you dare bring my mother into this! And keep your voice down!&rdqu