Escaping The Mafia King

Suddenly the bell rang, signaling the end of the class and breaking the walls of the small world that Varys had built around himself and Hope.

Just as the loud, screaming voice of the bell broke through Hope's stupor, she snapped out of the spell that Varys had suddenly casted on her. Her closed eyes snapped open as she stared in those green, captivating eyes.

The class had started to get empty. Students were leaving and the loud shuffling and quick, runny steps of them collided Hope and Varys with each other.

"Come with me." Varys extended his open palm towards her.

"Where?" she asked, confusion was lacing her words.

"Do you have another class to attend?" he asked.

"Yeah," she replied, "It is in an hour."

"Then come with me. I will show you around?"

He just needed her with himself for as long as he could manage. The restlessness of the past month had disappeared once he had seen her. But now just from the thought of parting from her had brought back that unsettled feeling.

Hope hesitated for a second. The class had gotten empty. There was nothing here for her to do anyway except roam around carelessly for the next hour.

She hesitated, but then put her hand in his large one, feeling his grasp tighten around her fragile one.

Varys' lips, leaving her dazzled for

probably was in his early twenties, he had a body that could put even a

not even understand how he had gotten interested in a subject

there was the look that he gave her. God

it was reserved just for her. All that she knew was that every time his

stood up and pulled her up on

her everything that was showcased in college. From the trophies to the

his face when they had passed by a basketball court was a sight to see. It was so

they were walking back, someone called out

watch a player jogging towards them.

to the elastic of the boxers that he was wearing on his

face was a

never been able to ignite any kind of attraction or desire

boy with six freaking abs, almost naked in front of her

the college campus was looking

to get the medal you have won this year," the hot player said as

don't you go and take care of that

tightened. He turned his face away and gritted through

time that I am saying to put that medal in the

the hot stranger's reply and started to