The whole day was boring but she didn't ponder on it much. She was accustomed to living alone so those surprise birthday parties and posh gifts were never her yearnings, all she ever wanted was love but got loneliness instead. Having nothing to do she decided to pamper herself a little. Switching on her phone she opened YouTube and searched for videos on how to make face scrubs and stuff with kitchen products. And then she busied herself with her manicure, pedicure, and other stuff. After showering, she stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her skin was white, her bosoms were big but her tummy wasn't taut nor chubby it was normal, her waist wasn't tiny but it was small, then she had hourglass-shaped hips and thick thighs. But the vicious scar on her ribs was a great reminder of her ugliness. Overall she looked

The next day Emma got ready. She wore a large button-up shirt and skin-tight high waist jeans, the idea of tucking her shirt in felt appealing but the mocking and hooting of being called fatty didn't let her proceed with her idea so she let the shirt stay as it was. Making herself a strong coffee with toast and fried egg. She ate her food in silence. The reason she had time to eat breakfast was that Connor came in the early morning to meet her as his flight was in an hour. They both cried and he instructed her how to be cautious all the time and many more safety tips. After that, he left and she didn't feel like sleeping so she just lay on her bed and cried her heart out but she was strong enough to compose herself. She took a fresh bath and changed. Now she was eating her breakfast and decided to call Connor but

Xander waited patiently for the class to end. As soon as he entered the class in which she was present. He was hit hard by her exquisite scent. It was difficult for him to pretend that there was nothing wrong when in fact there was everything wrong. She didn't once look up but whenever he would face the board. Her burning gaze could be felt on him. Blade was a restless caged beast inside him wanting to hold his mate but he had to wait. The torturous class ended soon and she was the first to flee the class. Was she ignoring him deliberately? Maybe. He was free for now but the girl still had one class left until she would enlighten him with her presence. After a while, he sme

Emma was distracted the whole time at work. Her mind kept on going back to Mr. Colt or should she even call him that after all the things he did with her behind the closed doors of his office. She was sounding as if he had done something catastrophic but that man hasn't even touched her except with that lick of his tongue. Her body jolted while recalling those sensations that raked her body with that flick of his tongue. After finishing up she was wearing her large hoodie and cap and came out of the restroom getting startled by the sudden presence of Stacy at the door. "Are you alright?" Her voice held concern. Maybe she noticed that there was something wrong with Emma. "I'm fine," Emma answered softly and gave her a small smile.

"Now apologies to Mr. Colt," Dean said. Her face became pale at the sudden demand of the dean. Why would she apologize when she hasn't done anything? "Mr. C-Colt c-cornered m-" Her lips trembled when the dean cut her in the middle. "Last chance Emma. If you want to keep your scholarship, you must apologize now." Dean roared, making a tear escape her eye. This was an injustice. She hates him! "I-I'm s-sorry." Her throat clogged up and her respect burned into ashes. This was a complete injustice. "Good. Now you can go and I hope no more complaints of yours will be coming to my office." Dean said calmly this time.