The Bad Boy’s Favorite Girl

Chapter eight

Elena’s pov

“Ugh, why does it have to be Mac, my bully?” Out of all the guys, I turned him down just yesterday.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

I can’t shake off that weird vibe from the janitor’s room. Who knows what he’s planning now?

He’s good-looking. I caught myself gazing at him for so long that I lost track of time until he turned his head and locked eyes with me.

“No way, Mac. I won’t let you manipulate or intimidate me. I won’t be a pushover,” I muttered. Glancing at his table, I saw him happily chatting with his friends.

As our eyes locked, I instantly felt a pang of regret for staring at him. He gave me a playful wink and seductively bit his lip before slowly looking away.

Damn, this guy is too hot to handle. I quickly glanced away and let out a frustrated sigh.

I needed a break, so I got up and stepped out of the class for a bit. I just couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to be at his place tonight.

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I hopped out of the cab I took to Mac’s place, and OH MY GOD, his house was massive, extravagant, and stunning. Did he mention living here all by himself?

This guy is damn wealthy!.

I examined the oversized hoodie and shirt I was wearing again then walked towards the entrance of the house.

I pressed the doorbell and a few seconds later, the door opened.

My eyes almost fell off at the sight of the shirtless guy before me. His abs were super sexy and his skin was so fresh. I looked slowly up to his neck and his face.

His blue eyes shone beautifully at me and his pink lips were curling up into a sexy smile. How can someone be this hot?

He was putting on a three-quarter short.

While trying to get my thoughts, emotions, and expressions that were seriously betraying me together, he said,” Oh! I didn’t know you would be coming early, let me get dressed. Come in,” he said and I walked in slowly.

Shit! How do I get this off my mind? It’s hard not to fantasize about such a hot body. I walked towards the couch in the living room and sunk into it.

I breathed out heavily, it’s no wonder many ladies fell at his feet so easily.

It will take a lady to be a stone to resist him. Whoever has blood running through their body must be affected by his beauty.

I made sure to wear a hoodie and jeans that covered up most of my body, just to avoid any potential misunderstandings or blame.

But despite being inside a hoodie and jeans, I think I will be crazy to admit that I’m wet already.

I noticed a photo of him and a girl around the same age hanging above the TV. I couldn’t resist getting closer for a better look. They looked so young and happy in the picture, both with big smiles.

“Looks like someone admires my place,” a voice startled me, causing me to instinctively step back.

I turned to him and couldn’t help but notice how he looked even hotter in his tight white shirt because he was all dressed up now.

“Yeah, you have got a nice place,” I confessed, as I settled back into my seat.

He placed three seeds on the table and said, “Here, I’ve already got the seeds.”

“Wow, that was quick!” I leaned in closer to the table and inspected the seeds. They were the exact ones we were supposed to plant.

“So… where should we plant the seeds?” I inquired.

“We need to write a few things about the seed first and most importantly read about it so we can know how best to ensure it grows healthily,” he said and went to sit on a couch that was by the left side of the living room.

“Yeah, we can totally Google it and just copy the info, right? Maybe two pages will be enough,” I suggested, noticing his gaze fixed on my breast as he bit his lower lips seductively.

“What! This guy has no shame at all!” I thought to myself.

When he stayed silent, I asked him, “Are you still with me?”

“I’m always here to be with you, my baby girl”. And “Yes, we can search on Google, but copying would be considered plagiarism”. So instead, “let’s read the details from the top three search results and create our unique write-up,” he suggested.

“He’s quite intelligent and he speaks smartly,” so that’s another turn-on for me.

I nodded in agreement and replied, “Absolutely brilliant!”

“When do we dive into reading? Or should I head home, read, and then we can work on the write-up together tomorrow?” I inquired.

He tapped on his phone and suggested, “Why don’t you join me and let’s read together?”

I raised an eyebrow and was taken aback, not knowing how to respond. It caught me off guard, to be honest, as I wasn’t expecting that.

“To sit beside him? Oh my goodness!” I exclaimed, feeling a mix of surprise and uncertainty.

“Are you scared?” He asked.

I grinned and rose to my feet, what! “Why should I fear you?” It’s true, I wasn’t afraid of him anymore, but I couldn’t deny the allure of his captivating charm, his attractive physique, and the potential tension that could arise from being near him.

I told myself, “Elena, you can sit next to him without being influenced” and finally I took a seat beside him.”

Even though we were on the same couch, there was a slight gap between us as we sat down.

“Sweetheart, we can’t read together like this. Since we’re using my iPad, please come closer. You said you’re not afraid, so why are you acting that way?” he questioned, locking eyes with me.

I took a deep breath and replied, “First of all Look, it would be great if you could stop calling me all those sweet names. We’re not in a relationship neither are we going to be in one, we are just partners for this assignment we are doing, so you better get that clear”

“Secondly, why must we read together? I can go home to read or we could just read on different phones? And just so you know, there is nothing to be scared about,” I managed to say this with all the confidence in me.

I tried as much as possible to hide every emotion from my words and indeed, I think the way I spoke was emotionless. Cool, right?

“iPad has a large screen and it will be convenient for us to read together with it, secondly, we are paired together for a reason, while reading, if there is a line that you do not understand, you could ask me, we get to talk about it and then we continue reading. After reading a few paragraphs, we can talk about whether we understand it or not. Do you understand now, princess?” He asked.

Why has he started calling me all sorts of sweet names?

It would have been sweet if it was coming from someone I’m in a relationship with but was this playboy trying to flatter me with these words?