Scarlett paced around her penthouse, frustration evident in her furrowed brow. Her attempts to call Adrian had been met with the cold reality of being blocked. The silence on the other end of the line echoed the growing distance between them. She missed him, and the worry gnawed at her.
Determined to bridge the gap, Scarlett decided to call her mother. Vivian answered after a few rings, her voice laced with tiredness.
"Hello, Scarlett. What is it now?" Her tone was one of indifference.
"Mom, I need a few things from home that I forgot. Could you please find a way to bring them over? Please?"
Scarlett tried to keep her desperation hidden. Her mother hesitated for a moment, weighing the request.
"Why can't you get them yourself? It's not my responsibility to cater to your forgetfulness."
"It's important, and I really need those things. I promise I won't bother you with anything else," she pleaded, sounding desperate.
Vivian sighed audibly, conceding with a reluctant agreement. "Fine, I'll ask Adrian to drop by after your classes tomorrow."
Scarlett couldn't hide her relief. "Thank you, Mom. I appreciate it."
"You're welcome; I have to go; I'm busy," Vivian said and hung up.
She jumped up in excitement, knowing she couldn't wait for Adrian to come over. Throughout the night, Scarlett's thoughts were consumed by Adrian—his absence, the tension, and the memories that lingered in the air. She tossed and turned in her bed, unable to escape the magnetic pull of her desires and the yearning for his dick.
Images of Adrian's strong silhouette, the way his eyes locked onto hers, and the warmth of his touch replayed in Scarlett's mind. She couldn't shake off the connection they once shared, and her body ached with a longing that refused to be ignored. She was clenching her thighs at the memory, and finally she succumbed to sleep.
As she finally succumbed to sleep, dreams painted with vivid scenes of Adrian invaded her subconscious.
Scarlett woke up with excitement, knowing Adrian would soon be bringing the forgotten items she had sent her mother.
The anticipation filled her with hope. The prospect of seeing him again brought a spark to her morning, and she eagerly prepared for his visit, eager to mend the strained connection between them.
She hurriedly dressed up for class and got to class just before the professor walked in.
As she entered her first lecture in business administration, she found herself face-to-face with Professor Gerald.
"Good morning, class. I hope you're all ready for an educational session today.” Professor Gerald announced, his eyes sweeping across the room until they landed on Scarlett. He smirked slightly as Scarlett shifted uncomfortably in her seat. Soon, he began his lecture.
Throughout the class, Professor Gerald kept directing questions at the students, but it seemed like his gaze was fixed on Scarlett more often than not.
"What's your name, young lady?" He asked, gazing at Scarlett.
"Scarlett, Professor." She replied.
"Miss Scarlett, could you please share your thoughts on the impact of market fluctuations on business strategies?"
Professor Gerald called out, his voice dripping with flirtation. Caught off guard, Scarlett stumbled through her response, feeling the weight of his intense scrutiny. The professor seemed pleased with her discomfort, with a sly grin playing on his lips.
"Well, um, market fluctuations can affect businesses by influencing consumer behavior and demand. It's crucial for companies to adapt their strategies to these changes." Scarlett said.
"Interesting perspective, Miss Scarlett. Now, let's delve deeper. How might a company adjust its marketing approach during a period of economic instability?”
"Uh, during economic instability, a company might focus on cost-effective marketing strategies and perhaps shift its target audience to more price-conscious consumers."
"Price-conscious consumers, you say? That's a pragmatic approach. Do you think it's effective in retaining brand loyalty?"
"Yes sir."
"Hmm, I see. Okay, you did well."
As the lecture continued, Professor Gerald assigned a surprise assignment that made everyone's heart sink.
"I want each of you to submit a detailed analysis of the current market trends by tomorrow. This assignment will make up thirty percent of your overall grades, so make sure it's well-researched and comprehensive." The professor, seemingly enjoying the discomfort he had instilled, continued with a smirk.
"And remember, quality matters. I’ll be paying extra attention to your submissions, especially yours, Miss Scarlett."
As the students filed out, Professor Gerald intercepted her with a sly grin.
"Miss Scarlett, I expect nothing but excellence from you in your assignment."
Scarlett forced a tight smile. "I'll do my best, Professor Gerald." He leaned in slightly, his tone low and suggestive.
"I'm sure you will, darling."
As Scarlett was about to leave the classroom, Nelly approached her with a mischievous grin.
“'Scarlett, did you see the way Professor Gerald was looking at you? He's totally into you!" She said this as they walked out.
"Look, he's checking out your ass." She squealed.
"Shh.. He's going to hear, I know. Where were you? When I was answering all the questions, why didn't you sit near me?" She asked, glaring at Nelly.
"I came late, so I saw you at the front, and I didn't want the professor to know that I did not come in before he did, so I had to go sit at the back. Sorry girl." Nelly apologized.
"Understandable," Scarlett said, nodding as they walked to their next class. Scarlett was just laughing at Nelly's description of Professor Gerald, but her mind was on Adrian.
After a long day, she said goodbye to Nelly, exhausted from school. She drove home and got to her door to find Adrian at the door with her belongings.
She greeted him, but instead of a warm response, he glared at her. Undeterred, she invited him in, hoping for some semblance of connection, but he harshly declined.
"Adrian, come in. Let's talk."
"I'm not here for a chat. Just take your stuff and let me be on my way."
Scarlett, rolling her eyes, questioned:
"Why are you avoiding me? You don't want me? What's going on?"
"I don't want anything to do with you. Just respect that I'm going to be your stepfather."
"No, I won't. We had something, and you can't just ignore that."
"What exactly do you think we had? Go ahead, threaten me if that makes you feel powerful."
Scarlett, trying to seduce him: "Adrian, we can't deny what we had. Remember the passion? Your hands are all over my body."
Adrian, firmly resisting "Enough, Scarlett. Your attempts won't work. It's over."
She persisted: “We could have something incredible. Don't you want that?"
Adrian, with increasing harshness, told her, "Stop
deluding yourself. I have no desire for anything with you. You're just an obsession I want to be rid of."
Scarlett, hurt and desperate, tried to push him further.
"You can't deny the chemistry, Adrian. I know you want this. You want you in me, fucking me fast and raw." She said, trying to hold his dick, but he pushed her away, panting.
"I won't stop until you fuck me senseless." She said angrily.
"Well, bring it on, step-daughter," Adrian replied, intentionally getting on Scarlett's nerves and walking out with his heart almost beating out of his chest.