Ten

Ten

A lot of the people I tutored were usually athletes. At the moment, I was sitting at a café, with one of the quarterbacks. A shadow fell over me. “Another conquest, Emmi?” I looked up and standing there was Nero.

He was tall with jet black hair and had a scar over his eye. I sighed and glanced up at Carter, the blond football player I’d been helping. “Hey, how about I call you later and we can try this again?” I said.

Carter raised an eyebrow. “Boyfriend?”

I made a face. “Gross. Cousin.”

“Ah. Family business.” Carter stood up and packed his things. “No worries, teach. I’ll see you later. Let me know when you’re free.”

He left and Nero slid into the seat that Carter had been sitting in.

“Tell me that’s not someone else you’re fucking,” Nero said.

I shook my head. “No. I’m not fucking anyone. I’m not even fucking Cesare. I told you; I’ve been good.”

“Then why is Cesare Luna suddenly posting pictures about you?” Nero asked.

I sighed. “He’s obsessed and delusional. I’ve never done any