Maya's POV

Being in the same class with a guy who makes me giggle and tickle each time I set my eyes on him or he sets his eyes on me is the greatest fantasy.

Kennedy Jackson is that guy.

I can remember back in those days when we were kids and I'd come to live in the Jackson's estate newly, we were so close, child besties. My parents were wealthy and noble, recognized in the whole of New York City but tragedy struck when no one expected it and our business crumbled. We were a huge telecommunication giant but fraud committed by some of the relatives who were executives in the company destroyed the massive wealth my parents built.

We sank into depth and at the bridge of despair, the Jackson's, the leading capitalist family in the US came to our help but as nothing comes for free, we had to pay them in another way. Though it would never be enough for the huge millions of dollars they gave us to settle our debts, my parents turned servants. I didn't know if it was quite a generational servitude since I was just a kid, I was just smart enough to grab some of that information into my head.

After my dad and mom served in the estate where the Jackson's lived, they retired. I was happy, thinking now we can return back to our home to live a happy life but it wasn't so.

“Maya, it's now your turn. Make sure you remain a good girl. We don't want any complaints.” Mom said as she packed with dad.

“What are you saying, mom? Am I not coming with you?” I remembered asking her with a twisted face.

“No, you can't. You have to serve the Jackson's family, they have done so much for us and our years of servitude isn't even enough to repay them. You have to continue after us, perhaps if you please them they might let you marry their son, your best friend and only then can you be freed.” She winked at me. Her last statement is quite sarcastic at the same time sounding true. I knew she wanted to give me a hope that will motivate me to stay.

Kennedy, my best friend which she was talking of, is the first and only son of the President of Jackson's Conglomerate. He's just three years older than me, since we were the only kiddos in the house, we often played together. Status wasn't a barrier, his parents treated me like their child and we attended the same elite school up till now we are in college.

I can remember later on when he reminded me of my mom's words. “I'll marry you when you reach eighteen,” he had said one day while playing with our toys in the nursery. I'd asked if we would continue to be best friends forever.

I had a very wide smile, my heart beamed with happiness as he mentioned this and as I grew up with the Jackson's, this became my daily assurance to be the good girl that my mom urged me to be.

Things changed however when we entered our teenage years, that's when Jemina, a girl that attended the same high school with us came into his life. This seemed to be a pretty big obstacle to my dream of being with him, amidst the struggles and relenting attention from Kennedy, I refused to give up.

I couldn't just wait to turn eighteen and remind him of that promise he made to me.

Before I knew it, I was turning eighteen.

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Early in the morning, I woke up with a great enthusiasm and that enthusiasm was revealed in the way I did things. I made sure I had a very strong scented flavor in my body wash, the perf and body spray I applied were unthinkable, scents which are designed to last for twenty-four hours.

No wonder when I walked into class today, everyone turned their eyes to me. I had been someone no one dared to look at. Though I'm beautiful, it's disguised under my poor appearance. No one wants to mingle with someone who is poor. Due to my condition, I always dress in worn-out, sometimes patched clothes but today is quite different.

I used my savings to purchase myself a yellow crop top which reveals my tummy, a pair of designer popstar trousers and black designer sneakers. Everything cost three hundred dollars, a huge amount for a girl of my status. I did this to attack good luck, to attract my mate. My efforts aren't in vain as my instinct has identified the only guy whom she is fated to.

As I walked through the door with all eyes on me, I felt a strong but strange aura overtake me. I haven't felt this way before. A few seconds later, my heart screamed right inside me.

Looks like we're gonna get noticed by him today!

Kennedy Jackson in particular.

"What a fuck!" I scream in surprise as my gaze directs me to Kennedy, seated seven rows from the first row where I stay. If someone had told me I would be fated to a charming billionaire prince like him, I wouldn't believe it. Kennedy is a guy most girls are ready to die for, he is fucking handsome, bastardly rich but keeps his lifestyle introverted at times. I liked him this way, I loved him too much and was already desiring him deeply.

"Yeah, we've made it but I hope we will cope with an aloof nigga like him!" My instinct, who has become so excited, exclaims. I giggle.

"Hey Ken!" I smile, waving and taking myself to his seat where he is staring right at my direction. His charming blue eyes, dreamy and flirty looking at me makes me want to strip myself and walk naked before him.

He parts his lips to say something when the door opens and the course lecturer walks in. A grunt escapes my throat, my expectation hanging aloof with no hope of revival. This is the first time I have the perfect privilege to go and talk to him so close in class. He has always been aloof, fully aware that girls like him. I simply don't exist in his eyes, even at home. Now that the unexpected was to occur, the unexpected in a different dimension occurred which is our course lecturer walking in. Worst is that his class is three hours long and it's our last class for the day. After this, most students are mostly expected to go home as always.

"Settle down class, we've got a special topic to treat today!" Saying this, he brings out his long notes, hardcover, and starts to scan through it. This takes about ten minutes, then my mind returns to Kennedy, I steal flirty glances at him. On his face, it is supposed to be happiness but I find nothing but an expression of shock. My instinct tells me that. Being a dreamy-eyed guy, no one knows when he is angry or downcast except he shows it by his speech and actions.

Kennedy notices the way I look at him and the frequency, even while the lecturer is taking us to the class. He pulls off a sheet of paper, scribbles something on it and passes down to me, urging the guys on the lines of row to help me. When the letter reaches me, my hormones jump up, causing a sudden increase in my heart beat. I can't wait to see what's written on it. Then finally I unfold the paper and open it.

"Can you go online now, want to chat with you?" I raise my head to look at him and he nods. Kennedy is driving me crazy, he hasn't reciprocated any of my feeling of crush which I had for him, yet today he is the one asking me to come online so we can talk.

Readily, I log in to my WhatsApp account and send 'hi' to his account. No one would be able to wait if they were in the same situation as me.

He logs in a few seconds after me, the typing notification shows up, I hold my heart in my hands, crossing my fingers and praying it's gonna be the best conversation of my life. Kennedy chatting with you is exactly like the President of the States chatting you up, any girl who has encountered this privilege always has a life-long tale to tell. He is a celebrity among us.

"You like me, right? Sure."

My eyes roam back to him and his lips part slightly, into a not-too obvious grin, a grin you wouldn't easily notice except you take a closer and more steady look at him.

"Yes, I like you." I hastily typed and hit the send button delivering it to him.

"So since this is the last class for the day, can we meet before everyone in front. We need to see and speak with each other." He adds a disturbed emoji, then he talks of us being where everyone can see us. My heart starts to get anxious, if this is what he thinks, then why does he add a disturbed emoji, which seems mocking at the same time.

After the class, he walks abruptly to the podium where our lecturer is teaching from. He waves his hand to the crowd of packing students, they nearly snub him but when they look at who is talking, they all surrender. The hall becomes so quiet, everyone with expectant ears.

"Hello guys and ladies, I would love to call Maya Clinton to come on this podium!" A stern face accompanies, fear starts to grip me at his expression. "Listen to all I have to say, thanks."

Maya's POV

I walk with great pride to the stage, amidst the cheers of a few and murmurs of the rest, the jealous winks of girls. None of these negative reactions get to affect me because what has happened to me is much more than I can ever think of.

He takes my hand and faces the audience, looking straight into my eyes, he begins his speech.

"What do you have that qualifies you to be my girlfriend?"

"Huh?"

"You heard me right?" His tone gets more firm. I stare at him with a confused face, a blank mind which can't think of the next thing to do as defense here. "Will you reply to me and stop acting like a fool?"

"What?"

A heavy slap swipes across my cheeks as I attempt to ask what he meant. The girls who had been winking at me with jealousy now push themselves to the front where they boo harder, so I can hear them saying. The rest feel sorry for me, a good number but not as much as those who are glad I've been disgraced.

"Can you look at yourself in the mirror everyday? I think you don't have one in your house?"

"Why did you say so?" I protest, tears fighting high in his eyelids, his eyes are now crowdy and bloodshot. Anger shoots tight across his face.

"You wretched daughter of bankrupt parents dare to force your way into my life? I have always noticed you and how you wished to make me yours right from the estate we stay, so sad that you have been foolish up to the extent of believing I would accept you as my girl. What of all the fine girls here?" He points through the crowd at the sexy girls standing in front, they giggle in excitement, then Kennedy's heated up face returns its focus on me, I flinch my face to avoid his furious glare.

"I'm sorry!" I mutter in a very low tone, folding my arms and glancing at the floor with sorrows. Why is it that no man cares to look my way? All those stories of a billionaire falling for an ordinary, but beautiful girl, why can't they happen to me?

"Hmmm," I sigh, obviously frustrated and downcasted, the hormones which had skyrocketed to bliss, descended drastically.

"I declare you unfit to even breathe the air that I breathe, talk less of even stepping a foot closer to me. Henceforth, I don't wanna see you anywhere near me both in school here and at the estate!” He barked, sending me deadly stares.

“Guess what will happen if you disobey?" He leans and hisses. "You know what can happen, nothing to doubt."

A heavy burden picks up on top of my head as Kennedy's instinct has rejected me. It is quite evident and has been occurring in several cases. When you crush on someone like in the physical sense and you both are soulmates, then he rejects you while you don't, he releases that part of his negative energy which bothered him on you and you are now left to go with the problems of two persons, yourself and him.

"I don't have time for fucking idiots like you, perhaps you can go find a guy who is in your class." He puts on his tinted sunglasses, walks down to the crowd, picking a girl from among the audience down, one of my mockers. Without even looking at me, he walks off, making the mockery even louder and worse, some of them start to throw empty bottles on me, the rest scream hard, booing me off the podium.

"What were you thinking before, when he called up?"

"Do you think a girl like you would ever fit in Kennedy's eyes!"

"Come, don't be naive. You're just perfect for some dumbass, not a prince like Kennedy. He is a prince even though he is not royalty. Come on, just look at him!"

I hear all the other comments from the girls, I feel hot tears burning in my eyes and running down my cheeks, I shouldn't have done this to myself, now laughter erupts and some scream 'coward.' I can't handle it anymore, I run off the stage, outside, as fast as possible. The soothing air of the afternoon calms my nerves, with the setting rays of the sun. Its golden nature is the best for such moments like this.

If not for anything, I take consolation that one day the sun will shine. I don't know how or when or through what means, I got to believe it. This single dose of optimism soon paves way for depression, the ordeal was so terrible, something I can't easily forget.

I don't know for how long I've been wandering till I reach the gym, the most popular gym we have in town. Would love to visit it today, so I pushed the door open. Some workout would serve as a remedy to this, I would come out strong, so I actually opt in for this.

My eyes scan through the entire gym, on ordinary days, it's always filled with people even into the night. How come I don't see anyone? A voice deep within me asks me to look to the left.

Aarrghh!

I gasp, placing my hand on my mouth in an attempt not to be heard. I turn around slowly, attempting to run but all of a sudden, his deep brash voice thunders, shaking all the energy remaining off me.

"Freeze!! If you move, I shoot your legs." He starts to walk towards me, my eyes close in fright, even the aura that follows him is deadly.

It's Caden Jackson of the Jackson's family too. Caden is his real name, aside this, it depicts who he is, a tall, muscular but charmingly handsome young man in his late twenties. A dreaded mafia who eliminates anyone who crosses his paths, has his deadly gang and partakes in undercover operations. We, living at the Jackson's estate know fully well about him, even most people outside. He's deemed one of the most dangerous mafia in the world. Most refer to him as the Last Man, others Evil genius and others Charming Death. All these names aren't just fond names, but they fit into him based on what he does.

There is no one who wouldn't set eyes on Caden and not shiver. From where he stood, I began to hear the voice of guys supposed to be conspiring. Panic shoots through my vein, before I could make my next blink of eye, he jacks me off my foot, grabbing me tight.

"Fuck, delicious meal. You wouldn't enter my trap and escape the way you came." He opens the door of his car packed outside and pushes me in, as if I was some non-living trash, in the process I hit my head on the window. This doesn't concern him either. Before I knew it, he was zooming off at a terrible speed. All these happened within a few seconds, before I could get a full clue of what's happening.

Here I know, I'm in great trouble. Would I come out of this trap alive? Hot tears burn down my cheeks like tar, as I remain inside here like a cow being led to the slaughter.

Caden's POV

A fucking hot girl like her dared to interrupt my meeting with my gang! Then she held pleading eyes, asking what she thought would happen to her. It's been quite a while since I savaged a girl like that. Because of my terrorist attitude, many girls avoid my route like the den of a viper itself. Even when I seem to be nice a bit on the TV and radio, so people would be a little free with me, it doesn't work out. I was determined never to back down, whatsoever. Whoever wants to dare should, I would continue doing what I love to.

This hasn't been my plan, her ass and bouncing boobs couldn't make me continue with my meeting. Nonetheless, my assistant would continue from where I stopped. I've got to punish her terribly for daring to disobey my order. I had placed a ban on movement towards the gym area because of a recent murder event, basing it on more investigations to be carried out, the actual truth which is hidden from everyone.

I gunned down the man in question! I got no time for fucking fools.

He walked towards me in an attempt to greet me. What do I need his greeting for? I had warned anyone not to disturb me with a greeting once I'm doing something in public but he chose to defy this just as this naughty girl at the back of my car. I chose to gun him down, who cares for such a life, I don't care for fucking lives of some persons, if you cross my path, you sign your death warrant. Period! No one would arrest me in my domain , though, I'm the President. The seeming investigation is just to fool people, not because I fear.

I drive through the gate of my huge mansion right inside the Jackson's massive family estate, straight up to the garage. By now, she's crying, knowing what would become of her. I move over to the back seat, open the door and pull her out onto the ground.

"No need for those tears, wipe them because I'm not moved by tears of blood, talk less of those you are shedding. You know what I mean, huh?" I bark out loud, catching cold shivers down her spine. She manages to shake her head. "Good, that means I don't care if you bleed or groan in pain from what I do to you, even spilled blood can't drive my pity, talk less of tears. Get that into your fucking memory!" Her eyes widened in an alarming manner, jaws dropped but no one could come out. I would say she has goosebumps. Not a new thing, everyone knows this about me! I haven't changed.

"What's your name!" I growl. I've got no time to speak gently with anyone.

"Maya Clinton," her voice is slow and melodious, still this doesn't move me.

"You know your offense, girl?" She shakes her head.

"Would you speak and stop nodding your head?" I kick her ferociously on the neck, causing her to roll over in pain, her groans resound in my ear making me more pissed.

"I have no energy left in me to speak!"

"Call me, Sir!" I bark. Almost all the time, I desire to be called sir. I notice that each time I'm called this, my cock pulls down with turgidity, I feel a new surge of energy through me. The name is just a booster, a great one.

"Why would you choose to disobey my order but come to seduce me, are you ill in your senses?" She goes into deep thoughts, recounting how she might have defied my order, then she realizes it, I see her take her hand to hit her forehead in regret.

"I ordered a curfew within this region, I announced on newspapers, TV and the radio, even on the internet that I'm making investigations into the recent mysterious death, I would be here personally with my men to get the necessary facts. I now see you as no other but a law breaker and a spy."

"No, please sir. I'm none of that, I had forgotten about this entirely."

"Will you shut up, don't speak except I ask you too. Is that how you were raised to answer your superior. Offense number three added, Insolence.

"What!"

She regrets this word immediately after sending it out, the terrible slap that hits her on the face gets her falling to the ground the second time.

"I keep warning you, I'll deal with you if you continue going against my laws! You think I'm your mate. No time to waste, your punishment, issued by me, is a sixty days sentence to my Sex Jail where you will have sex more than you can take just to survive or you choose to serve me willingly–" My voice lowers as I stare into her face.

She screams, falling to the floor and rolling hard, with tears in her eyes. The sex jail is the worst place anybody can stay in, not even for many billion dollars in a day. It is invested by the world's most hardened criminals who have been locked up for so long and it is decided to grant them some freedom. Since they have been deprived of sex for so long, they act like angry lions once a girl is thrown into their den. Each room consists of a hundred and thirty men, but only fifteen girls and right now, all those girls that were thrown in are decaying corpses, they couldn't survive it. There is no girl who can survive such conditions, if Maya is supposed to go in now, she would be alone making it worse for her. This is managed by me.

Being that she knows the condition of this special prison, she is killing herself with tears knowing what would become of her even in a second of her landing there. It's not like I want to be so wicked to her. From her tears, she is innocent. I labeled her as a spy and insolent girl just to get what I want. In an effort not to sound any simple, I pass through this style to communicate my feelings.

"Stand up!" I order in a cold tone. She manages to do so, I assist her in getting up and she must be really shocked to experience this. Her tears stop and I pull her into a tight embrace. I'm certain, it's not what she expected.

"If you don't want to go to jail, I have an alternative for you."

Slowly, her gloomy expression changes, she is ready to do whatever I'm gonna ask her to do. I grin. This is where I was driving to, I'm here, left to shoot the question and get her response. I look straight into her eyes.

"I want you to do something for me." Once again, my voice is lowered in utmost gentleness seeing she's such a tender girl.