Chapter 5

• Velvet's POV
• I should note it's going to be a very hot August day, and I need to wear a sundress for the drive to stay as cool as possible. I didn't know how long the drive would take.
• “Daddy,” I stuttered. He turned. “What if we medical students are required to live on campus for academic efficiency, how will I get to see you?”
• Everyone knows medical students have no time for themselves, and that I should talk of visiting only on weekends. That wouldn't be enough for me at all.
• I want to see him every day.
• “Didn't your dad tell you that I'm a lecturer at RavenHills?” My eyes flared wider; inside, I felt my heart pounding.
• What if it's not my department?
• I'm going to study general medicine, but to cure the budding curiosity, I asked. “Which department?”
• “Women’s health—”
• This was just a short way to imply gynecology and obstetrics, which I was determined to study.
• “Ahh—”
• “Wooohhhh—”
• I took to my heels, running over the short distance and jumping on his body. Unexpectedly. Swift.
• He immediately grabbed me, putting his hands under me for support.
• They touched something.
• I jerked my head backwards, eyes poking out.
• “Ahhh—”
• The moan got swallowed up suddenly, and his fingers brushed against my clit. I looked at his face, and he had that luring, seductive look of lust on me, his lips slightly twisted.
• My pussy dropped with juices all of a sudden.
• I flinched, searching for where to hide my face.
• Gosshhh—
• I'm so wet just by his fingers brushing over my clit. My body began to vibrate. My breath, now pulling out in short, cut mode, was an indicator of my crazy rising mode if those fingers don't pull inside of me.
• He chuckled.
• His hands slowly released me. A tight frown developed, and my eyes darkened.
• “Come on, I need to drop you for your classes, and then I'll be off to the office.”
• My wolf growled with sorrow; I was drifting towards acting like a nursery school pupil dropped in school for the first time.
• “You know I just arrived; can I skip today's class? It's going to be introductory—”
• My words were cut short with the pull of his hand on my waist against his rock-hard body. His eyes cascaded on me, this time with genuine concern, but why do I still find him looking sexy, lustful, and seductive?
• Obviously, these feelings are coming from me.
• His right hand brushed over my cheek slowly and gently; mixed with those gentle, soft eyes, it was bliss. He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.
• “Look, sweetie, you're here to focus on your studies so you graduate with the best grades and make your dad and me proud. Okay?”
• The rising lust of the moment collapsed right away. I had to look away.
• He's not even smitten by all I'm doing. Perhaps he's still seeing me as the little girl of his best friend and wouldn't want to touch me.
• “Go get your bag or stuff. We're going there now.” He said in a plain voice.
• I wanted to leave, to turn and walk right away, not looking at him when I got a smack on my butt.
• “Ahh–hhhh.” My lips lashed into a loud, uncontrollable moan.
• I turned, grabbing my ass.
• “Stop being so naughty, especially as we're going out.”
• His face was a mix.
• Serious yet with a mischievous grin.
• My face burnt with red hotness; the kind of flush that overwhelmed me is what words can't describe. Blushes with shyness.
• I wanted this, but right now, I can't handle it. I want to brace myself for later.
• Goodness!
• I had to pick a race; before his next blink of an eye, I was gone.
• I stood in my room upon shutting the door for a whole minute, burying my face in my palms and blushing deep with some level of shyness.
• “I can't believe he did that!”
• “I just can't believe he did that to me.”
• I pulled down my skirt and crop top to the floor, wanting to wear something more corporate, when a knock came on my door. I was naked, very bare, no panties.
• It must be him.
• I sensed him, masculine and alluring.
• I looked down on my clothes, and they weren't something I could pull up over my body so quickly. They were complicated, especially the skirt.
• My pussy clenched, and I felt the budding pressure, as if I was going to pee.
• A few seconds passed, and I clasped my teeth tighter.
• “Come in!”
• Immediately the door swirled open, and I stood before him, exposed as I was. His eyes met mine, then dropped quickly.
• What the hell am I seeing?
• I read through his eyes. But he wasn't angry, rather desirous. I watched his Adam’s Apple gulp, and then he walked towards me.
• “What are you doing?” His hoarse voice echoed hard against my ear, pulling a string of emotions that rippled across my body.
• “I thought,” he gulped. “You were here to pick up your bag and phone.”
• “I just wanted to assess the dress code you'll be putting on over there.” By now, he was getting back to his serious mode.
• “Is that really necessary?” I grabbed his hand before he could think of it, placing it on my left boob.
• My expression switched right away; I pouted, putting up a clingy, girlish look. I wanted to ask him to touch me, but I felt the words were too heavy.
• Silence is not so bad.
• His hand rested on it for up to a minute, never breaking eye contact with me, and gulps lingered. Then he pulled away.
• “You have to dress up now; I've got a hectic day.”
• His serious face was back. I wished I could get him to touch me or fuck me with this serious face.
• How spicy it's going to be—to have the cold, strict Alpha fuck me.
• “I was just going to dress,” I stuttered, rushing to where I kept my dresses.
• “What about?” He pointed to the one on the floor.
• I batted my lashes, trying to understand him.
• “Can I wear that?” I muttered, almost in a whisper.
• My chest hammered, close to bursting open. It was the perfect time for adrenaline to do some magic.
• If you don't want me, why ask me to wear something that sexy?
• “But I didn't wear panties and a bra; I'm going to pick them now?”
• “You don't need that.” He snapped.
• “Why? Because we're late?” My curious, spicy wolf pushed me into asking. My jaw was slightly dropped.
• Would Zavian ask me not to wear my undies because he's going to be late?
• “You don't need it!” He repeated again, that hoarse voice of his steady and deep.