I dropped my bag and started eating. The soup was already lukewarm, and the rest also was almost cold but I ate it all regardless, I was hungry.
When I finished, he was still writing things on his computer.
"Did you finish?"
I nodded, "yes"
"Start then…"
He shoved me the package and kept typing.
For two full hours I wrote, erased, wrote, and again, erased, then I managed to get every single exercise in those pages done. However, at least fifteen of them were not fully right.
"This is good for now, we will review tomorrow too, come to my office in the morning," he said and closed his laptop.
Then he stood up and grabbed my bag. "Let's go, I will take you home."
I frowned and I wanted to take my bag from him, but he didn't let me. Instead he suddenly grabbed my hand. That… that movement looked like he was now used to it. I couldn't free my hand as he caressed my palm with his finger.
We arrived at the parking lot and he guided me to his car, a luxurious black car with tinted windows. He shoved my bag to the back and before letting me board, he pulled me to the side and kissed me.
I tried to push him but his leg moved between my legs.
"Plaything or not, you are mine till I said it, okay little bird?" he said whispering his breath on my lips. "My lover."
I pushed him but he didn't let me.
"I will fuck you, I will touch you, and I will do everything I want with you, and you can't say no…"
I turned my head to the side, "Jena, you are mine… don't let anyone touch you, get it?"
Is he making fun of me? Who in this world will touch me? Only those desperate may be willing.
"Why? Are you gonna spread my video if someone else touch me?"
"Don't test me, Jena," he said and slid his hand inside my shirt. "While I am with you, you are going to be completely mine."
Steps echoed on the side. Someone was coming and he let me enter the car. Then he entered too and closed the door, but he didn't let me go, his hand entered me again.
He reclined the seat while he was moving inside his fingers on my breast. Then he unzipped my pants and moved his fingers inside me.
"No… no… wait… please… ah…"
His gaze was on my face, my deep red cheeks, my breathless complexion, open mouth and almost closed eyes. Then I came, he smiled at my expression and moved on top of me.
When we finally hit the road, I didn't look back at him. Not once.
"Who brought you back home last night?" I heard my mother said the next morning. "Emily visited us yesterday. She said that she was worried about you. Are you seeing someone?"
I didn't reply. Only when Emily came home, my mother paid attention to me. What an irony.
"Emily said that your grades are not good, and you shouldn't get distracted."
Again, I didn't reply. My mother was never interested in my grades.
"Well, if you get pregnant before finishing college, that will be troublesome. You can tell me if that happens and I will arrange a clinic to get you an abortion… You are too young to have a baby, and I won't take care of it…"
My mother gave birth to me when she was very young. I heard her said once that I ruined her life. She screamed that I destroyed everything she carefully planned, her dreams and her future.
Then… she left me with my grandma and my aunt.
Only a few years later, when my dad, who abandoned us, came back with a career, a good job and a big diamond ring for my mother, she came back saying she was pregnant again. She brought me back, but it was not the same. I was a constant reminder of their stupidity.
"I don't have enough money for the bus and school materials," I said ignoring the bunch of useless words.
"Oh, I will deposit it later," she said and left while taking a call.
She won't ever give me money, but that was the only way to make her leave me alone.
The irony was I really didn't have money. That was entirely true. I will have to use my little savings grandma gave me.
Well, I think I had enough till the end of the semester in a couple of weeks. Then I will have to look for a part time job.
"That car, whose it is?" I heard my sister Megan said. She was wearing her school uniform, her Chanel bag and was carrying the latest smartphone.
On the contrary to me, my parents spoiled Megan a lot, she was their love child, not the one they got because a casual fuck.
They were in love when she was conceived. Father had proposed to mother, and she had already accepted when the good news of her pregnancy were announced.
I looked over and noticed the car. It was his. The same one from last night. I blushed a little at what happened that time.
"Do you know the owner?"
I didn't answer. I grabbed some bread and a juice. I hid it in my bag and walked over to the car. Then he opened the car window and smiled.
"Get inside," he said lowering his sun glasses. "I will take you for breakfast."
I… I wanted to eat breakfast. Not just leftovers.