Chapter 2 A cop

Elissa pov

"Drive slow on your way. BTW, congratulations on your new Porsche." I received a message from an unknown number. He has been spamming me for a few days now, and it felt kind of weird and scary. He seemed like he was so close to me and knew everything about me.

Even my cousin David didn't know this much. He somehow piqued my interest, and I wanted to meet him to know who the hell he is.

I drove my new Porsche to college; my father gave it to me as a gift on my first day in the business administration department. I have been studying hard to get into this college. As the heiress of my family, I had a long way to go to learn to help my father with his companies later.

I was pampered, but I was a responsible girl, loving my dad and my mom. They were my everything, especially after my elder brother's death; they focused on me unconditionally. And I had to give them the love they deserve.

My father was always my support, never punished me, and never humiliated me, even when I rejected my elder cousin David. My father didn't blame me at all. On the contrary, my father handed me a 1 million visa card for shopping, telling me that I don't need to get married so soon and that I deserve the best man in the world.

I reached the gates, parked the car, and most of the eyes were on me. I dressed in a short top showing my abs, tight, ripped jeans showing my sexy, tanned body. I had a tattoo on my arm, it's a temporary tattoo, as an international swimmer, I was mostly changing it every two weeks. It was more like a habit.

For athletes, I was well known, but for the university, I was just a beauty with a costly car.

Even so, I loved to attract all the eyes, but I wasn't interested in being in a serious relationship.

Maybe I didn't find the one that caught my eye yet.

"Hey, look there! She's pretty."

"Wow! Look at her car!"

"She's a freshman beauty!"

Everyone is looking at me. I see the whispers following me.

until a guy, followed by three guys, blocked my path, he shamelessly said, "Hey, hottie! Are you a freshman?"

I huffed, looking at them, "And you are? Don't say it! You are the security of the gate?"

I humiliated him sarcastically. Everyone laughed, saying, "Wow! She's bold! She actually humiliated the soccer team captain and the son of the chairman!

He yelled at everyone, "Shut up!"

Then he looked at me while walking closer, "You are throwing jokes? don't think that because you are hot and pretty and drive a Porsche that you can..."

Before he could continue his words, I pushed him aside and walked past him, saying, "Move your ass. I am not interested in assholes. Go scare another girl, or I will break your bones."

He foolishly uttered, "Interesting."

And he blocked my way again. I was fuming in anger! I raised my voice, half yelling, "Listen to me, I am warning you! This is my first day, and I am not letting you ruin my mood, so move now."

He was thick-skinned, he smirked, pulling my wrist together, "and if I didn't move?" he was challenging me, and everyone was looking and anticipating my reaction.

But suddenly someone grabbed his hand and tightened his grip, gritting his teeth while saying to this foolish guy, "And if you didn't move, then I will make you by all means."

I looked at the guy, who was wearing a suit, followed by guards and someone older. I couldn't take my eyes away from him; he seemed like those possessive CEO's in novels. He looked hot and rich and dominant.

The guy looked to the older man and said, "Dad! You are here! This guy humiliated me!"

Then the older man, who obviously was the chairman, slapped his son's face, "How dare you! Do you even know who he is?"

At that moment, I was the one curious to know who the hell is he. But somehow he looked to the chairman, saying, "No need for introduction, just make your son apologize to her and leave."

He seemed so confident.

But was he interested in me or just helping me because of the situation?

I proudly raised my hand saying, "No need. I have a lecture now."

And I ignored all of them and just walked away.

I received a message one minute later before gliding to the lecture, [You really are so bold! I helped you, and you ignored me!]

I checked again! Was it the same unknown number? So it was him? But I am sure we have never met before!

I didn't reply to him.

But suddenly someone pulled me before I stepped inside the lecture hall.

He pinned me to the corner where no one can see and towered over me with his strong, muscled body, saying, "You really are something! An 18-year-old girl is making a fuss on her first day at university and ignoring me!"

I raised my brows, saying while looking deeply into his hazel eyes, "You are so bold! Are you stalking me? Because I thought it was spam messages only before, but since you are here, I should call the cops!"

"Can you call the cops for a cop?" he smirked.

I narrowed my eyes, confused, hiding how scared I was, "What do you mean exactly?"

He raised the back of his suit to show me his gun, and then he whispered, emphasizing his words, "I am a cop and not a normal one. But with a well-known, powerful political background."

I was so confused, "What's your game? I am only 18 years old. I don't know you! So you should stay away from me. I also came from a well-known family."

"I know," he said, leaning even closer as if he was about to kiss me.

I tried to push him away, "I am warning you! don't even think about it!"

"I just like you. Don't be afraid," he said, moving his finger softly to my cheeks.

“So, you say you liked me from afar? But I have never met you even once before!” I looked up, confused. He seemed more like a stalker, but he was handsome as hell, and seemed to be from a powerful and wealthy background; I just couldn’t end it simply.

He stepped closer, leaning to my ear and saying with his husky, hot manly voice, “You didn’t see me. But I have been watching every step of yours. I know your….”

He paused, then continued with a smirk, “I know every inch of your body.”

I jumped away, looking into his eyes, searching for the lies, but he didn’t seem a liar. I gulped nervously, “How and … what…” I stuttered.

But he pulled me close to his chest, not caring if anyone saw us. His guards blocked the view. “What do I want from you?” he moved his hand on my waist down to my hip, then said, “Of course I want to sleep with you!”

He shamelessly said!

Even so, I was scared, but I, without hesitation, pushed him with all my strength and slapped his face, saying angrily, “Sleep my ass! In your dreams.”

His eyes glowed with interest, as if no girl ever rejected him and slapped him boldly. He muttered before I could leave, “I will. We will. Very soon.”