Chapter 2 The wet dream

Elsie’s pov

“What do you want?” A huge and stern looking man asked as I approached Ryan’s house. He had on a uniform and I realised he is the security.

“Uhm hi, I am here to see Ryan .” I replied, my voice raspy.

“Does he know you’re here?” He asked, running his weary eyes over my small form.

“Yes, tell him Mr Smith sent me.” I elaborated.

With a nod, he left me and matched inside the house while I stood there, contemplating if it was too late to run back to my house.

After the meeting with the vice chancellor, I couldn’t help but accept. How would I tell him I hated Ryan with everything in me? He derived joy in seeing others miserable and loved to push others down just so he could feel better.

According to Mr Smith, if I tutored Ryan and he got better, he could put in a good word for me when I am ready to apply for a job at his company. Even if I didn’t want to, I had to accept.

“This is the price I have to pay but it’s only for now.” I constantly reminded myself.

I accepted my fate and faced the closed door with bravery, but when I heard the security’s footsteps, my bravery evaporated into thin air.

“Come in.” He said and opened the door wide, ushering me in.

I walked closely behind him as he led me to another section of the house that looked like a small library.

“Ryan will be with you shortly.” He said, pointing to a chair and silently ordering me to sit.

“Okay.” I said and obediently sat down on the plush couch.

He hesitated for a moment, like he had something else to add but with a small shake of his head, he walked off and closed the door.

I waited and waited for a long time, gently caressing my backpack. At some point, I prayed for Ryan to reject me. I prayed for him to tell me to go to hell.

The more I thought about it, the more excited and hopeful I became.

Just when my hope was expanding, the door flung open and an irritated Ryan walked in.

I swallowed hard and met his angry gaze. At first, his gaze was angry but when he realised it was me, it morphed into disbelief and then, mockery.

“it’s you?” He asked, raising his brow at me.

“Yes, it’s me.” I replied with a cool voice. I looked calm and collected on the outside but inside, I was a mess. My palms were sweating profusely.

“What the hell! Is this some sort of sick prank?” He snapped, walking into the room and slamming the door shut.

“I am your tutor for now, till you’re better at learning.” I said, cutting to the chase.

“Fuck you! I don’t know how you ended up here but the last thing I would do is sit my ass down and take teaching from you. You!”

The calmness I had been feeling vanished immediately at his words and anger filled my eyes at his words.

He doesn't have the right to speak to me in that manner. I was done trying to be nice.

“Look, I hate to be here, I really do. The only option we both have is to set our differences aside and work together-

“Don’t lecture me. If I knew you were the one that would be sent, I wouldn’t have bothered asking.” He spat, crossing his arms arrogantly.

My temper flared.

“Who do you think you are? A fucking king? You may have all the money in the world but yet, your head is empty. You’re fucking dumb and you will remain dumb if you keep acting this way. If you think I can’t teach you, fine. I’m not the one that needs a tutor.” I snapped, grabbing my backpack.

I’ve had to take all sorts of insults from people but now, I am getting tired of it.

“Did you just insult me?” Ryan asked, taken aback by my words. I could tell no one has said that to him before.

“I am not afraid of you. I am here as your tutor, not your slave. Do you want to start today’s lessons or I should be on my way.” I said, determined to walk out of the door.

“Can’t I get another tutor?” He asked, looking around.

“Fine. I’m very sure you will get another tutor as soon as possible with your terrible reputation.” I snapped.

“Shit.”

“What do you say? Are you going to sit down or leave?” I asked, feeling like I finally have the upper hand.

“Fine but make it snappy.” He said, finally surrendering.

He flopped on the couch, sitting right next to me and waited for me to start.

About two hours later, we were making some good progress. Ryan isn’t that bad, he just needs to concentrate. He asked questions and even answered. some questions from me as well.

“Do you understand now?” I asked, after answering another of his questions.

“Yea. You’re surprisingly good at this.” He said, looking right into my eyes.

“Thanks.” I replied awkwardly, meeting his gaze.

This side of Ryan has always been hidden and seeing him calm and so close to me, felt unreal. He didn’t have his usual smug and arrogant look. Even his usually empty eyes weren’t so empty now.

Just as I was lost in thought, I began to notice Ryan draw closer to me. Alarmed, I moved back just in time to reject his kiss. Barely.

“What are you doing?” I asked, alarmed.

“Shit. Sorry, I wasn’t thinking.” He said and scratched his neck.

My cheeks tinted with embarrassment as I realised we would have kissed if I hadn’t been fast enough.

I didn’t wait for him to say more, I packed my things and hurried towards the door.

“I think we are done for today.” I said and quickly headed for the exit.

I didn’t dare to relax till I got to the house.

“El, you’re home!” My mom greeted me from the dining room.

“Yea.” Was my short response as I sprinted to my room.

“Dinner will be ready shortly.” She yelled.

When I got to my room, I closed the door shut, slid down the door and only then, did I release my breath.

I closed my eyes, reminiscing the events of the past few hours and just like that, I was back at Ryan’s house but this time, we were on the bed and I couldn’t see his face.

With eyes closed, we kissed passionately with my arms wrapped around him. His hand skidded under my shirt and made its way to my breast and just then, I pulled away from the kiss to catch my breath.

I opened my eyes but froze at the person in front of me. Adrian. My fingers were all tangled in his brown hair.

“What-

“El, dinner is ready!”

My eyes sprung open as my mom’s voice reached my ea

rs.

With a whimper, I realized I dozed off, right on the floor.

“El?” She called again when I didn’t respond.

“I’m coming.” I replied and got off the floor, acknowledging the dampness between my legs.

I just had a wet dream about my stepbrother!