Fiona's POV

The voice rang ever so familiar. I froze in place as my dream replayed in my mind. The sound, the tone-everything felt the same. But my memory faded before I could fully recall his voice. Maybe it was just my illusion, I thought.

I excused myself quietly and stepped away from the lively conversation, heading towards my room. But after just a few steps, my father's voice halted me.

"Fiona got admission into your university, isn't that exquisite? Come here, girl," he called.

Typically, my parents would treat me like a princess in front of everyone but like an outcast in private.

I rolled my eyes subtly and turned back to the grownups, forcing a polite smile.

"How brilliant, Fiona," Marian muttered, her tone dripping with false sweetness. "Your mother was telling me that you love art. I'm sure your tiny hands will grow some muscle by the time you resume."

Her words stung more than I wanted to admit. Her voice carried that familiar bitterness I'd always noticed from our neighbor's wife. I knew where it came from-jealousy. She could never have children, no matter how hard she tried. I did feel sorry for her, but deep down, I couldn't ignore the whispers I'd heard about her being dangerous. A part of me believed she deserved her misery.

"Marian, I'm sure she'll do just great," Mum replied proudly. "We did our best to train her well. My baby will make us proud. Right, baby?" She smiled at me.

"I'll try my best, Mum," I murmured, managing a small grin. Everyone laughed-everyone except Jalen. His eyes never left mine for a second, not until Marian tapped him gently.

"If you'll excuse me, I'd like to tidy my room," I said softly, turning on my heels before they could object.

But even as I walked away, I could still feel Jalen's gaze burning into me. I turned slightly, and yes-he was still watching. His eyes carried a knowing look, as though he understood something about me I didn't. It felt like he had so much he wanted to say but couldn't.

Once in my room, I forgot to lock the door behind me, and I've never experienced that. I have a habit of pulling off my clothes the moment I close my door and jumped onto my bed. My heart finally eased, though my mind couldn't stop circling back to Jalen-and that voice.

I hugged my pillow tightly, wondering how freedom would finally taste once I left this house.

I was drifting close to sleep when a knock landed softly on my door.

"Coming." 

Jolting upright, I wrapped my towel loosely around me before running to get the door. My parents usually barged in without warning, and that has caused me to lock my door so that polite knock told me it wasn't them. Still, I wasn't expecting him.

"May I?" Jalen asked, peeking through the slightly open door.

"Sure," I replied quickly, opening the door slightly. Then my towel fell, exposing my naked body to him. I gasped, and my eyes widened as he stared at me deeply, his Adam's apple budged and he quickly turned away. 

"Oh my god... I'm sorry, I," I stuttered, quickly picking up my towel. Heat surged through my throat and my face flushed.

"You should get dressed," he suggested, "I'll wait outside for a few minutes," he added. 

"Oh no, um... I'll dress up in the bathroom, come in please," I gestured.

He stepped inside, his eyes scanning my room until they landed on one of my paintings. He walked closer, brushing his fingers lightly across the edge of the canvas.

"Your paintings are beautiful," he muttered while I dressed up. "Where do you get your inspiration from?"

"Thanks," I muttered. "Um... I just imagine things and paint them. Sometimes I get ideas from music, a little bit from nature, and mostly from exciting moments or emotions."

"Hmm." He nodded thoughtfully. "I see you prefer colorful tones to minimal aesthetics. That's good-it gives you a creative edge."

"You think so?" I asked, feeling the heat rise through my body as his gaze met mine again. My heart wouldn't stop pounding.

"I know so," he said softly. "Pardon me for walking into your room like this. Your dad mentioned you had some of your work I could look at, to see if you needed any guidance. But from what I see, you're doing just fine already-just a few brush improvements, and you'll be great."

I smiled shyly striding to my bed before sitting. I tried to keep my composure, but when he sat down beside me, my breath hitched. My hand pinched my thigh so hard it stung. For a moment, it felt like I was back in that dream again. His voice, smooth and deep, echoed through me.

I wanted him to say something again, just to confirm it. But I couldn't bring myself to ask.

"I should take my leave now," he finally spoke, standing up. "I guess I'll see you more often in school." he added. And I could swear I saw his length already hard.

As he turned, his finger brushed against my hand. The touch was light, but my entire body shivered. A soft moan slipped from my lips before I could stop it. I turned away quickly, hoping he hadn't noticed, then stood up.

"I'll see you out," I said quickly.

I took a few steps toward him-but my foot tangled with the edge of the rug, sending me tumbling forward. Jalen reached out to catch me, but we both lost our balance.

I landed on top of him, my palms pressed to his chest, our eyes locked. My lips parted slightly as I realized how dangerously close we were. His breath grazed my neck, sending a shiver through every inch of me.

His gaze deepened, intense and unspoken. My heartbeat grew louder, my body heated, and a tight ache spread through me.

He leaned closer-so close that our lips were only inches apart. I closed my eyes, waiting-wanting-just a touch.

But then-

"Honey? Jalen!" Marian's voice echoed down the hallway.

I jerked away from him immediately. He stood up, clearing his throat as he brushed dust off his neatly pressed suit.

"I... I'm... it wasn't-" I stuttered.

"It's not your fault," he said calmly. "I should go. See you in school."

And just like that, he left.

The door closed behind him, and I could faintly hear Marian's voice.

"There you are! I've been looking for you. Let's go home," she whispered.

I leaned against my door, breathing heavily, my palm pressed to my chest.

What just happened?

If Marian had walked in a second earlier, she would have caught us in that compromising position. The thought terrified me-but at the same time, what scared me more was how real it all felt. Exactly like my dream.

But I wasn't ready to come to any conclusions-not yet.

I walked to my wardrobe, pulled out my suitcase, and began packing my clothes. The thought of meeting him in school filled me with more excitement.

The morning of my freedom finally arrived. The cool wind brushed softly against my skin as I rolled my suitcase out the door. My father's driver was already waiting at the gate.

I glanced back once at my parents standing on the porch. With a faint smile, I waved goodbye as the car engine started, and we drove off, my excitement grew with every passing mile. My face stayed glued to the window, watching the world blur by until we finally arrived at the university.

I stepped out slowly, taking in the grand sight before me.

For a moment, everything went still. The excitement faded into nerves. A shiver crept up my spine, and chills spread across my skin.

I was here.

Finally free-

But somehow, the air around me felt strange.

Fiona's POV

The surge of being outside for the first time-completely alone hit me hard. My body shivered at the thought of doing things without my parents' control. It felt strange, almost unreal, yet thrilling. For the first time in my life, I could breathe. I could be whoever I wanted to be.

Students in perfectly tailored uniforms moved around the campus, chatting and laughing. A lump formed in my throat as I took in the sight. My mind drifted back to Jalen. The thought of seeing him again sent a tingling shiver down my thigh. I couldn't get him out of my head since the last encounter.

I lifted my head, gathering what courage I had left, and took a step forward. Just as I reached the entrance, someone crashed into me so hard I almost fell.

"Ouch!" I winced. "Watch where you're going, clumsy!" I snapped, rubbing my arm as the stranger helped me up.

"Chill, girl," he said, raising his hands in mock surrender. "It was just a bump. Besides, you're gonna get a lot of those here." He paused, squinting at me. Then his eyes widened. "Wait... you're Fiona-the new student, right?"

My brow arched. How did he know that?

"How do you even know my name?" I asked.

He grinned, rubbing the back of his neck. "Let's just say I have my ways. Around here, they call me the King of Information."

I looked him over from head to toe. His watch screamed wealth, but his easy manner told another story-someone confident, maybe a little too sure of himself. He had that "wealthy-nerd-who's-not-really-a-nerd" look. And judging from the way passing girls grinned and waved at him, he was clearly one of the popular boys.

"You must be quite popular," I said flatly.

He smirked. "I'm Jude, by the way. Let me show you around." He gestured for me to follow. "Do you already know your roommate?"

"I have the documents," I replied, holding up a folder, "but I haven't figured it out yet."

"Right, hand it over." He extended his hand, then added teasingly, "Oh, and that name you called me earlier-'clumsy'? Don't use it again."

I rolled my eyes, handing him the paper. "Well, that was my first impression of you, and that's what I'll call you from now on-Clumsy."

"Whatever," he muttered.

He glanced at the document and tossed it back to me. "I know your room-and your roommate. Her name's Kelly. She's not exactly friendly, so I'd suggest you stay out of her way."

The walk through the hallway was mesmerizing. My eyes kept drifting to the paintings on the walls and the carved sculptures that lined the corridors. It felt like walking through an ancient gallery-beautiful, mysterious, and timeless.

When we reached my room, I noticed the number matched my document. The door stood tall and intimidating, carved from aged oak that seemed to have survived centuries. An iron band, darkened with rust and time, crossed its surface like battle scars.

"What a heavy door for such a tiny room," I whispered under my breath. "Is this a prison?"

"What?" Jude snapped, frowning slightly.

"Oh, nothing," I said quickly.

"This is your room," he said, stepping back. "I have to go now. I'm not supposed to hang around here for too long. Guess I'll see you around?" He winked before turning away.

"Oh, wait," I blurted, my voice shaky. "Um... do you happen to know where his office is?"

"Who?" he asked, looking confused.

"Never mind," I said quickly, my cheeks burning as flashes of our last encounter filled my mind.

"Alright then," he said, walking off.

I closed the door behind me, relieved to find the room empty. The idea of sharing a space with a total stranger made my stomach twist, but for now, I was safe.

I placed my bag on the bed and started unpacking. The room had a rustic charm-everything was made of heavy wood and cold iron. It was nothing like my soft, elegant room at home.

Still, as I tried to settle in, my thoughts wouldn't stop wandering to Jalen. The memory of his voice, his gaze, his nearness-it made my entire body tingle again.

Night fell quickly. I lay in bed, clutching my vanilla-scented pillow to my chest, staring blankly at the ceiling that seemed miles above me. I had sighed so many times that I lost count.

Then, my phone vibrated beneath the pillow, making me jump. My heart raced-I knew who it was. Only one person ever called me this late.

"Hi, Dad," I whispered, exhaling softly.

His voice came through the line faint and crackly. Great, I thought. The school isn't just boring-it barely has network coverage.

"Dad, I can't hear you. Please leave a message," I muttered, then set my phone aside.

Before I could relax, the door flung open. I startled, turning quickly.

A fair, chubby girl stepped in, her movements so firm and confident that the heavy oak door looked light in her hands. My lips parted in surprise.

"Hi," I managed, my voice shaky.

"Who are you, and what are you doing in my room?" she snapped, eyes narrowing.

"You're Kelly, right? I'm your new roommate. I resumed today," I explained carefully.

"Interesting." Her tone dripped with sarcasm. "Just so you know-stay in your lane, and I'll stay in mine."

I nodded quickly. "Of course."

Without another word, she grabbed something from her bed and stormed out again, leaving a heavy silence behind. I exhaled deeply, relief flooding my chest. Jude was right, I thought. She's definitely not the friendly type.

Hours later, darkness had completely swallowed the room. I lay quietly, eyes half-shut, when a soft knock echoed at the door. Curious, I got up and walked toward it hoping it was clumsy Jude again.

When I opened it-my eyes widened as Jalen stood there.

"What... how did you know my room?" I asked, hands trembling as he led himself into the room, pushing my steps back towards the wall. His hand rested on the wall behind me, pinning me in place. I had consumed my mind with thoughts on how to find him in this gigantic school. I wanted him there and he stepped in just in time, but how? It's barely been a few hours since I arrived. His hand wandered on my skin and my thoughts disappeared, melting me into pleasure. 

"Do you remember this room bunny?" He asked, his deep husky voice sent chills down my spin, thugging my thigh. That name-only he calls me that, the man in my dreams. Could he be? 

"No," I gasped "please" I pleaded as I leaned into the sensation that his fingers pressed close to my entrance, begging for more of his touch. My body quivered, my toes curled, I could already feel my orgasm coming so close and I hoped it wasn't a dream again as I slid my clit over his fingers faster and moaned.

"Just like that bunny, slide that cunt on my fingers, my hungry little slut," he whispered in my ears, soft and thrilling, sucking on my neck after each word. 

"Yes," I moaned, arching my body to meet his pace before his large palm smacked my bare ass. Sending a spike straight to my feet. 

"Ohh, fuck yes," I cried. "I'm cuming" I whispered, trying not to let my voice out.: I bit down on my lips, I couldn't hold it back anymore, I just needed to cum. 

"This cunt is mine now bunny, every juice you spill is mine, and you're gonna take anything I do to you like a good girl," he murmured as his fingers pressed against my entrance. 

"Yes, please," I pleaded. I wanted him in, all the way in. I've never had a man touch my teenage pussy before, but his touch made me want more. I could already feel my soul leave my body and back. 

"Spread those legs wider," he ordered and I obeyed, parting my trembling legs for his pleasure. 

"Good girl," he praised, gliding one finger into my entrance. "Fuck bunny, your pussy is so wet for me, you hungry little slut, One day, I'm gonna fuck this pussy so hard till you cry and beg me to make you cum, you're gonna beg me to stop and keep going" he murmured, his fingers stroking my entrance intensely. 

"Please, I need more, I need you," I pleaded shamelessly, knowing I shouldn't be giving in to the feeling so easily, but I couldn't hold back. 

He flipped me so fast, pressing my hard nipples against the cold wall through my light blouse and landed a hard smack on my ass. I winced and moaned. "Call me daddy," he ordered. 

"Daddy," I whispered. 

"Good girl," he groaned. I was enjoying every bit of it, forgetting he was my father's best friend and the boundaries that are meant to hold us back. At that moment, I just wanted more. He landed another smack on my ass and this time it was harder. 

"Ohhh, yes" I cried. 

"Hmmmm," he groaned. "Bouncy," he added. I pressed my ass against his hard cock, striding it faster and trying to feel it. I imagined how thick it would be and how wide it would stretch my tight walls. Juice spilled off my entrance, gliding down my thigh swiftly. 

"I beg you, da...daddy... please make me cum" I pleaded. Then he pulled away, leaving my trembling legs on the spot. I was about to turn when his voice halted me. 

"Stay right there, I need to admire this pretty view," he muttered. Groaning as he stepped back to sit on my bed. I stood in place, gasping as my body trembled from the pleasure he had unleashed on me mercilessly. 

"Look at me bunny," he said. And I slowly turned. His Adams apple bulged as he took me in from the strands of my hair to my toes reminding me of the hunger in his eyes when he saw me naked back home, and I could tell how bad he wanted me, if only he had his way but he chose to torture me first. 

"Strip, slowly..." he said again. His voice was enough for me to pour out my whole juice uncontrollably, it had a thing on me. I gazed at him as I undid my buttons and slid my pink cotton blouse down my shoulder, his glare on me was cold and authoritative. My eyes traced my fingers as I tried to give him a little show he would never forget. 

I released my grip on my cloth, letting it slip through my fingers to the floor, exposing my hard plump nipples to the air. A cool breeze brushed over my nipples, making it tingle, and a moan slipped off my lips. 

"That's it, bunny" he grunted as his cock jolted, causing my eyes to fly down to his length. I could tell it was huge by looking at it. "Keep going, I love how hard your nipples stare at me, you've got beautiful tiddies bunny," he praised, giving me more energy to push further. 

My fingers caressed my skin, creeping down to my waist as I undid my zip slowly, letting my skirt drop seamlessly. My petite body was now exposed, completely naked for only his view aside from the black lace pant still hanging on my waist and I could tell he wanted more. He tilted his head to the back a bit, fighting back the urge to pounce on me. 

His eyes kept roaming, making me feel so ashamed.

"Oh, I guess it's not to your liking..." I concluded as he stayed silent. His glare at me was unbearably uncomfortable until he bit his lips. I quickly tried to cover my boobs with my hands, looking away shyly. 

"Don't you dare" he snapped right before I could pick up my clothes. "I really want to fuck between those boobs right now," he whispered. 

I bite down on my lower lip, fighting back my moan. He knows just the right words to send me thrilling, I was a bit convinced I wasn't dreaming this time, it usually won't take this long, and I didn't want it to stop. 

He walked closer to me again, trailing his fingers on my skin as he loosened my grip on my mound. He leaned closer to my mound, his cold tongues swirled on my hard nipples and I snapped, pressing his head harder on my nipple. 

"Fuck," it slipped out, faintly. He squeezed as he sucked harder, and my warm juice rolled down my thigh. His fingers crawled back to my thighs pinching my clit so hard. My orgasm rushed close, so close that I couldn't hold back a scream. 

"Ohh, yes! I'm coming, I'm coming daddy," I cried and 

pow! 

A loud bang resounded on the door, snapping me out of my wild dream again. 

"Jalen," I screamed, out of my sleep "What? That can't... it was too..." I stuttered, and a loud laugh caught my attention.