A group of girls hunched around a wooden picnic table in the university’s park, eating their lunches before their afternoon class started.
“Have you heard?”
“I can’t believe that it’s true, though.”
“I heard he’s a talented fine arts student here. So maybe they want to keep him here for the good records?”
“So, they will let his exhibition go on next week despite that video?”
“Seriously, how can they let it happened?”
“Who let what happened?”
The hushed conversation was cut short when a tall, blond young man in a stylish shirt and khakis walked by. His tattooed arm slung around an auburn-haired girl. Unlike any other students around him, he had no bag, merely holding several notebooks and a pen in his pocket.
He was oblivious to their conversation. Being talked about and gossipped was nothing new to a model like him. Besides, he was t
A tattooed blond model and talented art student glared at each of his classmates, but the university's dean approached him then. "Florent Crowne," the mightiest and prettiest woman in the room said, "Meet me in my office. Now." However, right then, his phone rang as a notification appeared on his screen. Henry's assistant. A new photoshoot, maybe? Florent took the call. 'Mr. Bloeu wants to see you. He said he'll fire you if you don't come to the office in thirty minutes. Ah, fuck. What do they want now? Glancing once at the pretty woman holding the dean position at this university, Florent decided it wasn't the time to deal with her. He brushed her off, stormed out of the class, and strode into the parking lot. He had to get to his agency office now. While he had to deal with what was posted on the university's web, his work was in the way. If Henry wasn't his boss, he'd disregard him, too. But now, his work was more important than the pretty dean's order. Besides, things didn't
A sly grin on Ryan’s face, pulling wide on his lips. His eyes were unlike their usual warm brown but cold with darkness forbidding inside.Florent didn’t know how to react, far too shocked at the unexpected turn of events. “How… ho-how did, how- why are you here?”Oh, Ryan enjoyed this.He never saw Florent stammering like a kid with a mouthful of rotten vegetables. With a face as pale as a sheet of paper, as if he saw a ghost, bloody with missing limbs and two heads floating before him.Right, maybe he did. Not as that exact appearance, of course. Ryan appeared out of nowhere – like a fucking ghost.“I close the door behind me,” Florent said, a hint of accusation and anger in his tone, “I close the door behind me, so how can you get here?”Ryan shrugged his shoulders, acting nonchalant, “I opened it, how else did I get inside? Teleportation?”“Don’t
“Are you happy now?”Violet asked that, something he dreamed to hear coming from her mouth. TEETS made this happen, and Ryan couldn’t thank the System enough for it.“Why are you doing this to my family?” Violet said again after Ryan didn’t respond to her the first time.Not that he didn’t want to, but he had a mouthful of beef steak, and he remembered Violet didn’t like it when people talked while eating. It gave her goosebumps, or so she said when they were children.“This isn’t funny, Ryan. Don’t you dare laugh at me.”Ryan looked at her and swallowed. He grinned, “Of course, it is. You told me not to talk while eating, but now you wants me to do that.”Hearing that bit, Violet narrowed her piercing blue eyes and furiously cut her own steak. “I never told you that.”Ryan took her to a dinner in a famous restaurant. He forgot its name, bu
"What is the meaning of this?"In a locked room with windows and blinds shut, a tall, blond man cornered a girl. His tattooed arms caged on either side of her head, making it harder for the girl to escape.They shared a breath; there was nothing romantic about that. She was scared, apparent from how her lungs constricted against her ribcage as cold sweats rolled down her skin."Tell me now, why are you doing this, Trisha?"The girl sniffled, not meeting his eyes. The same question repeated in her head, haunting her. Why did she do this again?Bam!He punched the wall beside her, only an inch away from her head. "Answer me, you bitch!"She trembled, breath shaking as her lungs desperately tried to get air and her heart beat faster. “…Florent… please don’t hurt me…”The tattooed blond shouted right in her face. "You're making me crazy, you know that?!""I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so&nd
Ryan took a sip of his Macallan, humming happily as the amber liquid did its work. He was far more relaxed than when he first came to this place a few hours ago. If he had spoken to his past self from a few months ago, he’d never have guessed that a private BDSM club was a place he had ever visited.But now, Ryan chuckled while lounging on a leather couch with voluptuous girls in skimpy clothes on either side of him.“Something funny, sir?” One of the girls looked at him, showing her pretty face – the work of a plastic surgeon.He asked for a glass of water. The whiskey was good, but he’d prefer to get his head straight. It was nearing three in the morning, so he needed to be sober soon. “I wonder what Florent will looks like after the four hours stunt with the highest rated dominatrix here.”The other girls chuckled too, knowing full well that Florent Crowne was a regular at this club and known for his harsh beha
The anonymous video confessions about Florent trended in Paris and even on French news sites.Stomping his way to the dean’s office, Florent didn’t bother to knock. “What’s the meaning of this?”A paper was in his hand. The letters there said he was no longer a student at this university.A pretty woman in a grey suit rose to her feet. She met Florent’s eyes and stated in a stern voice, “You have studied here for the last three years. The least you can learn is how to read.”“I know how to fucking read, you bitch!”“Careful with your mouth, Crowne. The walls in this office are thin.”“Yeah, of course I know that. You’re the one who said that whenever I came here, remember?”The dean’s face darkened, “I said watch your mouth.”“Or what, you’ll kiss me? Just like how you did it last week?” Florent taunted.
“Come on, pretty boy. After what you did to all those girls, you can only take one punch?” Blinded by rage, Florent charged again. “Gaaargh!” This time, Florent aimed to grab Mark’s shoulder strap, pulling him closer to connect his balled fist against his smug face. It landed with a crunch, and he cackled at that. “Stand up, bastard. You want me to fight you? Then, I’ll give you one. Let’s see if I can break your teeth in the next minute.” Fortunately – or unfortunately for Florent – securities came and parted them. Mark laughed, holding his face in his hand as he shied away from the guard. On the other side, Florent was not that lucky. Two security guards grabbed his hands and pulled them behind his back. He was forced to stay still, or they’d pull his hands, making him unable to escape them. “Let me go,” he growled to them. “Let me fucking go or I’ll punch you!” “Did you hear that?” Mark said, still chuckling at him, “He said he’ll punch you. Maybe you should call the police
The flight was long, but Ryan hoped it would last longer. Not that he wanted to stay in Paris, but he figured things would get really different once he returned to the States. First, Violet would stay with him, as per their agreement, to take down the first confession video about Florent. To move out of the Crowne residence and live there with his wife alone was one of his deeply buried dreams. He never thought it'd become a reality – but here he was, phoning every real estate agent he could find on the internet for a suitable house. And now that they had landed and were about to exit the plane, he was a bit nervous about it. He wondered if he could ask Violet to sleep in the same room and on the same bed as him. Ryan shook his head to clear his thought. There's a big chance that he could pull it off, either by blackmailing Violet or using his recently acquired Special Ability – Hypnotize. However, he wasn't quite ready for that yet. Shit. He really was a coward, wasn't he? Bac