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.

spread on Varys' lips,

not deny the fact that he was handsome as hell. Even though he probably was in his early twenties, he had a body that could

gotten interested in a subject

the look that he gave her. God

did not know that if that look was for everybody else or if it was reserved just for her. All that she knew was that every time

stood up and pulled her up on her feet.

him. Once they were out of the class, he started showing her everything that was showcased in college. From the trophies to the

by a basketball court was a sight to see. It was so enchanting and contagious that even she had started to smile while listening to him talk about how good the sport

back, someone called

turned around to watch a

abs. Sweat dripping down to the elastic of the boxers that

Hope's face was a

was just seventeen years old. The school boys had never been able to ignite any kind of attraction or

had seen a boy with

the college campus was looking like a character straight out of

was asking for you to go to him to get the medal you have won this year," the hot player said as soon as he was in the talking distance from them,

don't you go and take care of that bloody thing? It has

turned his

for the fucking millionth time that I am saying to put that medal in the college

not wait to hear the hot stranger's reply and started to walk away.