Chapter 6 #2
His wide eyes scanned me frantically from head to toe, hands hovering like he wanted to check for broken bones, which was probably what he was doing.
He didn’t even say hi at first, just searched every inch of me.
“Marco, I’m really okay,” I said, forcing a small smile as we started walking down the hallway together.
“Are you sure? You look… pale. And your voice sounds rough. If he did anything to you, Rei, we can—”
“I’m fine,” I cut in, bumping his shoulder. “Really. He was just being his usual psychotic self. Nothing I couldn’t handle.”
Marco studied me for another long second, then dropped it.
He always did that - never pushed when he sensed my walls going up. It was one of the many reasons I loved having him around. My timid sunshine boy who respected boundaries even when he was terrified for me.
He switched subjects smoothly. “There’s a party next month. One of my friends from the scholarship program is throwing it off-campus. You should come with me. Please?”
I didn’t particularly like parties. But the thought of an excuse to not be trapped in the house with Daniel’s fake smiles and my mother’s denial sounded like salvation right now.
“Yeah,” I nodded. “I’ll go.”
Marco’s face lit up with that cute, shy grin that made his cheeks pink. “Really? Great. I’ll text you the details. We can even match outfits.”
After morning classes, we had sports. I fucking hated sports.
Running, sweating, being watched while my body moved - it always left me feeling exposed.
Today was worse.
About twenty minutes in, I started getting dizzy. The coach noticed and sent me to the nurse with a grunt.
I detoured to the locker room first to change out of my gym clothes. The place was mostly empty, but the second I stepped inside, I saw him.
Dimitri Morozov stood just a few feet away, leaning against a locker. He wasn’t even in gym clothes.
He shouldn’t have been here at all right now.
I tried to bolt, spinning on my heel toward the door.
His hand slammed against the metal door before I could open it, trapping me between the surface and his much larger body.
“Where do you think you’re going, little fairy?”
I turned slowly, back pressing against the door as I looked up at him. He was so close I could barely breathe. “You’re not supposed to be here,” I rasped, throat still sore.
He smiled. “You haven’t been answering my texts.”
Texts? I blinked. I’d seen notifications from an unknown number this morning but ignored them like always.
He reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone. I lunged for it. “Hey!”
He grabbed both my wrists with one big hand and pinned them above my head against the door.
His body pressed against mine, trapping me completely. With his free hand, he unlocked my phone like it was nothing.
“How the fuck do you know my pin?!” I hissed, struggling uselessly.
He didn’t answer.
He went straight to contacts, found his own number from the texts he’d sent, and added himself to favorites with a smirk.
Then he slipped the phone back into my gym shorts pocket, but he didn’t release my wrists. Instead, he pressed them harder into the door, leaning in until his lips brushed my ear.
“From now on, you answer when I text. Immediately.”
I glared up at him. “Why the hell would I? We’re not friends.”
His free hand dropped to my waist, gripping hard. “The last thing I want to be is your friend, little fairy.”
I glared harder, trying to ignore how my body was reacting. “Let me correct myself. I’m not your anything.”
Dimitri dropped his face lower, forehead nearly touching mine. “Let me correct you. You’ll be whatever the fuck I want you to be.”
He pressed forward, his hardening crotch grinding against mine.
I gasped as I felt the thick length of him through our clothes.
“I’m… I’m not—” My words scattered completely.
Heat flooded my face.
I’d never even had my first kiss.
I didn’t particularly like guys - or anyone, really. And I definitely wasn’t looking to entangle myself with a Morozov. Especially not after last night.
Dimitri smiled at my stuttering, clearly enjoying every second of my breakdown.
He rolled his hips once more before finally releasing my wrists and stepping back.
“Your phone,” he said casually, like he hadn’t just pinned me and dry-humped me in the locker room. “Answer next time. Or I’ll come find you. Don’t forget, I know where you live and how to find you.”
He patted my head affectionately, fingers lingering in my hair near the red flower, then turned and walked out.
He was the one who got me home last night. He had been inside my room. A mafia heir wandering through my personal space while I was passed out. I didn’t even question how he got past security. Of course he could.
My biggest issue right now wasn’t the invasion of privacy or that he knew where I lived.
It was the way Dimitri Morozov had clearly set his eyes on me.
And he wasn’t planning on looking away.
I changed quickly on shaky legs and made my way to the nurse’s office. The dizziness had mostly passed, but the encounter with Dimitri left me more unsteady than any physical exertion could.
Marco found me after sports, hovering anxiously as always. “The coach said you got dizzy again. Is it happening more? You should really get that checked out.”
“I’m fine,” I muttered, though the lie tasted bitter.