|Isabella|
I, Isabella, daughter of Sebastian Mattie, a second year college student chasing my career in the STEM field. Technology has always fascinated me, but beneath this passion is another reason which pulled me away.
Adriano Ivanav, my boyfriend, son of Dmitri Ivanav.
Adriano, the one who slept beside me. One of his bare hands was tucked under the pillow, the other resting on my chest, steady and warm. I smiled without thinking and leaned closer, wanting to erase even the smallest distance between us. My fingers traced his face slowly—his cheek, his eyebrows, the bridge of his nose, and finally his sharp chin.
I didn't know when it happened, didn't know how, but this man had become my life.
Adriano wasn't just someone I loved. He had been part of my world long before love ever found us. We grew up together, side by side, knowing everything about each other—our strengths, our flaws, our secrets. Our fathers, Dmitri and Sebastian, were business partners and old school friends. They spent their evenings together, laughing over old memories, and through them, Adriano and I became inseparable.
At first, I couldn't stand him. Eww ! He was arrogant, self-obsessed, and far too confident. He carried himself like the world already belonged to him. But time had its own magic.
Slowly, the friendship started into likening then Love. I never thought I would ever fall in love with his impossible personality, but here I am—
Now I can't even think about anything except him, Adriano.
I was busy staring at him as I felt it pinching on my left nipple. It burnt slightly. "Adi…" I breathed, my voice betraying me, but before I could react, he already hovered over me, his fingers already penetrating the very intimate part of my body, as he hid his face in the curve of my neck, his breath slow and lazy against my skin. "I want morning sex…baby."- he said, his voice rough with sleep.
I mumbled shyly, "But I am already sore from last night." He smirked and leaned in, biting my lower lip, pulling it rough. "I will gentle…" He breathed. He always said that, but whenever he intimated, the softness and gentleness went away.
I didn't say anything as my hands also wrapped around his neck, and he got the hint and, without wasting another second, he rammed his full length into me. My lips parted at the sudden force. He pushed his tongue into my mouth and kissed me roughly, his tongue licking my neck, then slid down to my breast, squeezing and pinching them.
"Adi, slow down…" I breathed but, as expected, he didn't listen. He went rougher and rougher, his thrust became wild as I clutched his back, my nails pressing into his skin, drawing a small amount of blood, he went for almost fifteen minutes as he grunted loudly and shot inside me. He waited till he had finished every drop of his cum and he slumped down on my bare chest as he took my right inside his mouth and sucked it gently, "Fuck… It's good." He mumbled, and his warm breathing tickled my breast, my chest also heaving up down as my eyes fixed at the ceiling Eventually, he pulled away and disappeared into the bathroom, the sound of running water breaking the silence.
"You need to get ready for college," he said casually as he dried his hair and disappeared inside the closet and I gathered myself and went to the washroom, cleaned it thoroughly. When I returned, he had already dressed in his casual attire.
A simple white T-shirt clung to his frame, paired with blue jeans that sat low on his hips. His biceps stretched the fabric slightly, his broad shoulders filling the room without effort. The watch on his wrist added something sharp and confident to his look. I caught myself staring, again.
He brought out two takeaway boxes, and once we were both ready, we started breakfast together.
"Did you take your morning-after pill?" he asked between bites, shoving a sandwich into his mouth. "No. I'll take it after finishing breakfast," I replied. He nodded, already distracted, his attention shifting to his phone. After throwing the empty wrappers into the dustbin, we went outside and got into his car.
Throughout the journey, I spoke nonstop. I talked about our upcoming presentation, what gift he should buy for his mother's birthday, and every small thought that crossed my mind. He mostly just nodded, answering with short words—"Okay," "Hm," "Yeah."
I knew that after some time, things in a relationship could start to feel boring. Almost every relationship reached that stage eventually. We had been dating for three years, so maybe these kinds of things were normal. But I was fine with it. As long as he loved me and stayed with me, I wanted nothing else. He was all I needed.
Soon, we reached our campus—St. Aldrich College.
Adriano's grandfather, Giuseppe, was one of the trustees of the college and held a huge share in it. That was one of the main reasons Adriano was so famous—not just in college, but across the city. Power and legacy followed his name everywhere.
The moment we stepped inside, we were surrounded by familiar faces.
First came William Ashcroft, son of James Ashcroft, one of the biggest industrialists in the country and Adriano's childhood friend. Then there was Ivan Morozov, son of the successor of the Russian Morozov royal family. He had joined college mid-session, but money, power, and connections erased every barrier.
When all three came together, nothing was impossible. Rules didn't matter. Limits didn't exist.
"What's, man, has been waiting for you for half an hour?" William asked, as he took a long breath, leaving the smoke in the thin air. "You know busy," he winked.
Ivan raised an eyebrow, a small smirk playing on his lips. He knew exactly what my "busy time" meant. I shook my head, clearly ignoring them and their stare. "I'll leave you guys," I said firmly. "I've already missed one class. If I miss another, Professor Henry Blackwood will scream at me until blood comes out."
They laughed softly as I walked away toward my classroom.
When I entered, Charlotte was already sitting in the front row, chewing bubble gum and twirling her hair nervously. She looked restless. I placed my bag on the desk and leaned closer, asking in a tense voice,
"Why are you chewing gum instead of food? Did something happen?"
She looked up at me, tears already gathering in the corners of her eyes.
"Elle…"
"That stupid knob head, Henry Blackwood, suspended me," she said angrily. "And he said if I don't submit my presentation on time this time, he'll fail me. Can you believe it? He scolded me in front of everyone."
She wiped her tears roughly.
"I used to like him, and now I hate him. I hate him, Elle. I really hate him."
She started crying again, hiding her face in her palms.
"Don't worry, Cherry," I said gently, holding her hands. "I'll help you with your presentation, okay? I'll help you."
She raised her teary eyes, "Really? Yea, you will do my presentation and I will throw it in his face, then I will see how he will punish me."- I smiled, shaking myself slightly. Throughout the class, Charlotte was busy with her phone and I would say busy stalking our professor, Henry Blackwood. She and her crush on our teacher.
After our class ended, Charlotte and I were soon joined by my other best friend, Eleanor Hawthorne. Together, we were known as the famous trio of the campus.
We gathered in the college cafeteria a little while later. The place was buzzing with voices and movement. Adriano's hand rested comfortably around my waist as we chatted, laughing and passing time like we always did.
Suddenly, a loud noise cut through the air. "What the hell was that?" Ivan said sharply, already standing up.
We followed him toward the sound. Near the center of the cafeteria, a waiter was crouched on the floor, hurriedly wiping up a spilled drink, his head lowered in embarrassment. Beside him stood a girl.
She slowly lifted her head and looked in our direction. Then, without hesitation, she burst into loud laughter. The next second, she launched herself straight at Ivan Morozov, wrapping her arms around him like she had every right to.
The cafeteria seemed to fall silent, at least for us. No one spoke. No one moved. I stood there, stunned, trying to understand what I had just seen. "Who is she?" I asked Adriano, but when I heard nothing from him, I turned my head toward Adriano. His reaction made my chest tighten.
He stared at the girl with open admiration—his lips slightly parted, his eyes focused only on her, as if the rest of the room had disappeared. It was clear she had caught his attention completely. The way his expression softened, the way his posture changed— it did something to me.