Zeya's steps felt heavy that morning. Her eyes were puffy from lack of sleep, her body was exhausted, and her mind was filled with confusion over the previous night's events. The thousand dollars now safely tucked away in her wallet should have been enough to pay off some of her college debt, but what was bothering her was... that man.
Delson.
"What's the point of all that?" Zeya muttered to herself as she stepped through the campus gates, wearing an oversized hoodie and a worn black backpack slung over her back.
The campus hallways were already starting to get crowded. Several students were gathered together and discussing something animatedly.
"Hey, Zeya!" exclaimed Lianne, her cheerful classmate, tugging Zeya's arm gently.
Zeya slowly turned around. "What's wrong?"
"Didn't you read the announcement in the group? They said we have a new lecturer today," Lianne said enthusiastically.
"New lecturer?" Zeya frowned, indifferent. "Fine, just study, okay?"
"Gosh, you're never enthusiastic, are you? I heard that the lecturer is young, handsome, and said to be a graduate from abroad and has a business background too! The girls on campus are already making a fuss," said Keysha, who suddenly came from behind and nudged Zeya's arm.
Zeya just snorted softly, not the slightest bit interested. College wasn't the place for her to fantasize about handsome men or campus romances. Her life was too real for such things.
The bell rang. Students poured into the classroom. Zeya sat in the middle seat near the window, staring outside, hoping the class would pass quickly.
A few minutes passed, the atmosphere in the class began to calm down.
Then the classroom door opened.
The sound of leather shoes was steady. All eyes in the class immediately turned towards the door.
Zeya didn't look up, her thoughts still preoccupied with her next life strategy. But the quiet murmurs of her friends made her slowly turn around.
When her eyes caught the man's figure, her heartbeat immediately went haywire.
His body stiffened.
His breath hitched.
In front of the entire class stood a young man in an elegant dark gray suit, a white shirt with a thin tie, his hair neatly combed, and a sharp yet controlled look in his eyes.
Delson.
Zeya hadn't seen it. It was *Delson*. The man from the VIP room last night. The man who'd given her money and told her to go home. The man who shouldn't have been here... but now stood there as her new lecturer.
"Good morning," said Delson, his voice calm and authoritative.
"I am a guest lecturer and advisor for the Strategic Management course this semester. My name is Delson Weatherford."
Zeya nearly lost her balance.
Weatherford?
It was a name he knew—a big name, a conglomerate family.
He looked down, hiding his shocked expression. His trembling hands gripped the pen on the table.
Delson glanced around the room, but his eyes lingered only a fraction of a second longer as they swept over Zeya. There was no change in expression on his face. He was professional. Firm. Cold.
Zeya looked down deeper. In his heart, he screamed, *"What happened? Why is he here?!"*
Meanwhile, the entire class was unaware of the inner war that was going on between two people who had been in the same room last night... in two worlds that should not have crossed paths.
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The bell rang loudly, signaling the end of class. Wasting no time, Zeya quickly stuffed her notebook and stationery into her tote bag. She quickly tidied up her desk, hoping to be able to leave before Delson could say a word.
But his hopes were dashed.
"Miss Zeya, can you come to my room for a moment?"
Zeya's steps faltered. Delson's voice rang out clearly from the front of the classroom. All heads turned toward him.
Reflexively and unable to refuse, Zeya nodded slowly. "Yes, sir," she said quickly.
As soon as Delson left the classroom, the whole class immediately became excited and crowded around Zeya.
"Is this about your tuition fees?" Lanthe asked, his eyes filled with concern.
"Why won't you take my money?" Tea said, sounding a little annoyed.
Lianne chimed in, "Don't be so hard on yourself, Zeya. We're your friends, we want to help. Is it really that hard for you to accept help from people who care about you?!"
His voice was a little high pitched, reflecting his unbearable annoyance at seeing Zeya's continued struggle to avoid help.
Zeya took a deep breath and stared at them for a moment. Her smile was faint, but tired. "I'm fine. I'll go see him first."
Without waiting for their response, Zeya immediately turned and left the classroom. Her steps were hurried, but her heart felt increasingly heavy. Once she reached Delson's office, she paused, stood still, and took a deep breath.
Case case.
"Come in," came a voice from inside, calm and deep.
Zeya opened the door slowly. He stepped inside, closing the door behind him, then walked slowly into the middle of the room. In front of him, Delson sat behind his desk, focused on staring at the laptop screen.
Zeya lowered her head deeply, the same posture as that night. She couldn't bear to look at him directly. Delson's presence was too overpowering, disrupting all the emotions she had suppressed since last night.
Delson finally closed his laptop and looked up. His sharp gaze traced Zeya's bowed face.
"So you're a student here?" Her voice sounded neutral, but there was a faint hint of surprise.
Zeya immediately nodded slowly.
Without a word, he opened his tote bag and took out an envelope containing money.
"Excuse me, sir. Here's your money. I'll give it back," he said softly, almost in a whisper, as he handed the envelope to Delson.
Delson didn't immediately take it. He just stared at the money silently for a few seconds before finally speaking, calm but deep.
"Come here."
Zeya suddenly lifted her head, startled. Her eyes widened, fixated on Delson, who was now staring directly at her.
His heart was beating fast.
Delson's gaze remained unwavering. "I said, come here."
Zeya stepped forward, slowly, full of doubt and tension, not knowing what would happen next between them—between a student working hard to survive... and a man who might harbor more than just curiosity.
Zeya slowly approached. Delson, sensing she was too hesitant, pulled her hand until she was sitting on his lap. Zeya's eyes widened in surprise. She tried to get up, but Delson held her waist, his strong hand resting on her thigh. "I suppose you owe me something?" he whispered.
Zeya frowned. Delson's hand crept up. "What if I told the dean and the head of the study program that you work at a club? And that we used to share a room?" Delson threatened, making Zeya even more anxious.
"But we didn't do anything! I didn't seduce you! You called me, and I was just doing my job!" Zeya defended.
Delson smiled faintly, enjoying Zeya's melodious voice. He was glad she denied it, giving Delson a chance to get closer to her.
"What do you want, sir?" Zeya asked bluntly. Delson smiled, satisfied that Zeya understood. His hand continued to creep up. Zeya held it back. "Please behave, sir! We're on campus!"
Delson smiled again. "So, if we go back to my mansion, what will you do?"
Zeya narrowed her eyes. Delson smiled triumphantly. His hand slipped under Zeya's gray spandex skirt, gently caressing her inner thigh, his mischievous gaze fixed on her lips. "How about you come to my mansion tonight? As a make-up for last night?"
Zeya swallowed, goosebumps running down her spine. "Sir... ah..." She let out an involuntary moan as Delson squeezed her thigh.
Delson smiled seductively, whispering, "Keep your moans down, honey. You're going to rock the whole campus!"
Zeya tried to release Delson's hand, but he refused to let go.
Delson finally touched the smooth surface which was already starting to vibrate, hot and damp.
His gentle caress made Zeya hold back a moan, her expression turning very sensual, inviting.
His touch became bolder, his rhythm changing from slow strokes to faster, deeper movements.
Zeya opened her mouth slightly, her head lifted, enjoying the wave of heat that flooded her body.
Delson stroked her neck powerfully, while his other hand still roamed below, arousing a burning passion.
Zeya gripped Delson's hair, a soft moan escaping her lips as she felt a gentle yet sharp bite on her neck. The ticklish sensation, mixed with a hint of pain, tingled, arousing an unexpected arousal.
Delson, seizing the opportunity, immediately grabbed Zeya's upper lip, devouring her with his tongue in gentle yet intense movements. His tongue wrestled with Zeya's, a sensual dance filled with passion and tenderness.
Down there, Delson's hands were working tirelessly. He deftly slipped under Zeya's panties, touching hers, which were already wet and warm from his touch.
His skillful touch evoked wave after wave of pleasure.
"Sir... ahhhh... please stop... enghhh... hmppp... sir... ahhhh..." Zeya's soft moans filled the room, as she buried her face in the crook of Delson's neck, trying to suppress the waves of intense pleasure.
The movement of Delson's fingers down there was so intense, it evoked sensations she had never felt before.
Her body trembled, responding to Delson's increasingly bold and passionate touches.
She felt like she was drowning in an ocean of pleasure, unable to fight the powerful current. Every touch, every movement, ignited a fiery inferno within her.
She felt her entire body melt, becoming one with Delson in a whirlwind of surging passion. The world around her vanished, leaving only Delson and his intoxicating touch.
Zeya suddenly pushed Delson's shoulders, stopping his movements. She closed her legs, a clear signal to end the kiss. Their eyes met, both breathing heavily. However, the glint in Delson's eyes betrayed his unfulfilled desire; he didn't want to stop here.
Zeiya quickly got off Delson's lap and straightened her clothes. "Before anything inappropriate happens, let's end what happened yesterday. I'll return your money, and please don't tell anyone. I'll take my leave now, if you'll excuse me," she said, then hurried out.
Delson cursed, banging his fist on the table in frustration. Disappointment welled up; he'd almost gotten the pleasure he'd desired, and for the first time, he'd been rejected by a woman. "It ends here? Don't even dream! I'll get you," he muttered, determination burning in his eyes.