CHAPTER 53: CHAPTER 53

Rhea pushed him off, then stormed into the apartment, fuming.

"What is it, babe?" Tia sat upright, glancing at the door as if she could see what could have made Rhea angry to this extent. "What happened?" She asked again.

"The fucking new neighbour is, Zack!" She paced around the room before sitting.

"What the actual fuck!" Tia exclaimed.

"Do you know what’s funny? He’s acting all familiar with me. Today in class, he even had the audacity to sit close to me. I didn’t give any meaning to it. Why? Because I don’t fucking own the chair! But an apartment in our complex, right opposite our house! That coincidence is becoming too much."

"What effrontery." Tia placed her feet down from under her butt, which was on the couch, and her food aside, "Why wasn’t I in that fucking damn class? I would have hit his face square in." She threw punches into the air, her beautiful face twisted in a bitter frown. "I feel so angry for not seeing his face earlier, I definitely would have called in the cops on him for robbery."

Rhea stepped towards the fridge, down a full can of water, her body heaving.

"How dare he show his face here. Ah! The boldness! And gall!" She slammed the empty water container on the dining table.

"Babe." Tia moved to her side, "Calm down. He isn’t worth it. He doesn’t deserve this reaction from you." Tia cupped her face, "He’s trash and nothing more. So treat him just that way."

"I know, I was just frustrated." She took Tia’s hand into hers. "Thanks love."

"Any time."

The following day at school.....

Rhea’s eyes were on Tia, who was down at the class podium among the students with Zeenare, when she saw a sight that didn’t sit well with her.

"Excuse me, Mr Zeenare, could you look through this for me? I’m having difficulty with it." Tiffany stood by Zeenare, her arm deliberately brushing him.

Rhea narrowed her eyes at the contact. What the fuck? Why is she so close? Does she not know what is called social distancing? Rhea stabbed her notebook with her pen. Not taking her eyes off Tiffany.

And he is comfortably standing there while she and the others... Her eyes moved to the other girls by his side. Hound’s him.

She snatched the milkshake from the desk with her hand and placed the straw in her mouth. "Augh! Why does this suddenly taste so bitter?" She set it aside.

"Ahem." Rhea hummed, looking the other way, when their eyes met, not returning her gaze to Zeenare.

With a smile, Zeenare thought, I see someone’s avoiding my gaze.

Don’t be scared Pumpkin, I’m all yours.

His gaze reminded on Rhea waiting for her to look at him, which of course she didn’t do. So he reached for his pocket.

Suddenly Rhea jolted, her eyes snapped at him, her brow arched with a frown.

A wicked grin played on his face.

Then she jolted again, she rested her head on the desk as her eyes shut, her fingers tightly pressed together.

Rhea turned to him, her eye holding a plea, her breath uneven.

But this time Zeenare wasn’t looking at her, he was busy talking with the other students.

Come on, I can’t bear this not in class like this?

Then he turned to her direction, looked at her from the rim of his glasses.

Please stop, she thought, her face now turning red.

Zeenare looked to the class, "Let’s continue."

What, I can’t.

With her hand raised, she said, "Sir, excuse me, but I have to use the bathroom."

Zeenare adjusted his glasses, said nothing, stepped down from the podium, sluggishly trailing his way toward her.

With every step he took toward her, her heart rate increased, and her body twitched in a sinful way she never thought she had before.

"I’m sorry, Ms. George," he began," but you can’t leave at a point like this." He stood by her side and muttered that only she could hear. "It’s just getting started and I’m going to get more intense from here on out. So brace yourself. Pumpkin."

Rhea swallowed hard, even though she kept denying it, her pulse rising, in anticipation of what was about to happen. She almost fell to her knees, her lips releasing hot breaths, as she gradually reached for her seat.

Please don’t not in front of everyone.

She looked at Tia at her side, who, at first glance, would sense something was wrong with her, as her best friend.

"Do take note, Ms. George, for I’d be collecting it by the end of the class.

As the class commenced, her sanity tumbled.

She twisted and turned in her seat.

"Girl you fine?" Tia asked.

"Ummumm." She nodded, biting down on her jaw, her hand pressing on her tummy, her back arched.

"Then why are you sitting like that? Won’t your back hurt?" Tia pressed.

As Rhea opened her lips for words, a soft moan slipped out, her eyes widened as she tightly closed her legs.

She bent her head down between her elbows, her eyes clamped shut.

"Um!" She forced a frown. "I... I’m having stomach cramps." She lied.

But underneath, it wasn’t only cramps. It was a pulsing core and an aching, slippery heat.

"That will be all," Zeenare turned to Rhea, "And some of you did well to hold yourselves... through this class." His eyes landed on Rhea.

Fuck you! she cursed silently.

"Babe, is it that bad?" Tia reached for her, feeling her forehead with the back of her hand. "You’re burning up."

"I think I should go to the infirmary," Rhea answered shakily.

"Ok, come on, I’ll take you." Tia began gathering her things.

"Oh no! Don’t worry, I can manage alone." She muttered with a huff.

"But—"

"No buts." Rhea waves her off. "Scurry along now. Or you’re going to be late."

"But Rhea you are barely sitting up."

"Tia."

Tia stood looking at her friend with finality in her voice.

"If you say so," Tia replied, darting through the door.

Rhea sat there, sweating from her head to her toes, dripping down her thighs, her panties soaked.

I can’t stay here like this, I need something cold to drench this heat.

She pushed herself up, her legs trembling, only to collapse back into her chair.

Zeenare!!!

She packed everything, braced herself, then stood up, stepped out of her seat, took a step forward, by assisting herself with each desk as she went down.

As she got to the hallway, the wind was no good. Her sensitive skin was being pricked by the wind, her whole body, which was now responsive, felt countless chills down her spine, and her hair stood on end all over her body. As she leaned against the wall, shuddering.

How dare he make me all fluttered, leave me hanging, and... dripping.

She was about to round the corner that got her to the faculty entrance, only to be pulled back, roughly, by strong hands, grabbed by the arm and pulled into the darkness, the door shutting behind her.

As she was pushed against the door, she held her bag tightly, pressed the book in her hand tightly against her chest, then she lifted her gaze up only to be met by a pair of eyes.

Her heart doesn’t stop drumming in her chest as she drinks in the shadowy figure looming over her, the pair of eyes fixed on nothing else, but her.

The book she was holding tightly in her chest seemed to lose its hold as her lips quivered in an attempt to call out a name.

"Zeenare.?"

It came out more like a question than certainty.

He let go of her shoulder, as he stepped closer to her. His eye moved over her stance before it settled that intense gaze back on her.

Then pressed his legs between her thighs, earning her a quiver and then a moan.

He leaned in, his lips grazing ear and whispered.

"I see you are holding yourself together well, Pumpkin."

The heat in her body erupted as it spread all over her, causing her to heat up. Her face was beet-red, but wasn’t visible to the eyes because of the dark shadows that swallowed her.

"What are you doing here?" she managed, her voice broken by heavy breaths.

Then she gasped.

"What does it look like I’m doing?" He hoisted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist, buring his lips in her neck.

"Hey! What are you doing, we are at school!"

"Does it matter?" He muttered against her skin, take her soft flesh around her neck in a tender kiss.

Which sends shivers down her spine, resulting a flood to awaken in her horizons.

"Zeenare wait. We can’t do this here. It’s inappropriate. What if we get caught?" She explained, breathing heavily, her legs tightening on his waist, her hold around his neck growing stronger.

"Are you sure... you want to stop?" He tilted his head up, a predatory gleam in his eyes, one brow arched.

Not even in hell.

She took his lips for hers, ravishing herself in the heat coursing through her.

Zeenare pressed her against the wall, his hands moved from her lap to under her butt cheek, lifting the dress she was wearing over her waist. His long, thick fingers pressed firmly against her inner thigh.

Causing another moan to rip from her throat. Her hold almost loosing.

"Quiet now, pumpkin, or someone might come looking for us."

Rhea’s eyes darted to the door. And for strange reasons, her adrenaline spiked at the thought of being caught.

His fingers found purchase on her panties, "You are drenched, Pumpkin." He said greedily.

Yes, I am because you caused it.

His fingers brushed her clit through her soaked panties, then stretched, the flesh around her core.