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Chapter 4: Nothing More than Friends

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Mrs. Smith's voice was filled with desire as she urged me, "Ivan, explore my curves with your fingers." Her words had a magnetic pull, creating an irresistible temptation that ensnared my senses.

My trembling hand seemed to move on its own, drawn towards her like a moth to a flame. It hesitated only briefly before coming into contact with the softness of her chest. The moment was electric, leaving an unforgettable impression on me.

A rush of heat surged up from my chest, painting my neck crimson with a blush of embarrassment. My ears tingled with intensity, matching the fervor of the situation. My legs, seemingly disconnected from my own will, threatened to give way under the intoxicating allure of the moment.

Her fingers continued their journey southward, moving towards my trousers. Each touch felt like a seductive whisper, igniting a passionate fire within me.

With graceful precision, she began the tantalizing task of unbuckling my belt, creating an undeniable tension in the room. It was as if we were caught in a whirlwind of desire, and I was determined to hold onto my boundaries.

Panic surged within me as she tried tk unbuckle my belt, and I found my voice. "Stop!" I managed to utter, my voice surprisingly firm as I held her hand in check. This was a boundary I couldn't let her cross.

Instead of heeding my plea, Mrs. Smith leaned in closer, her grasp firm on my collar as she pulled me into a kiss. My eyes widened in utter shock, and I realized that this was my very first kiss. What an absurd way for such a milestone to occur – with my lecturer, no less.

But the shock didn't end there. Mrs. Smith's unwelcome advances persisted, and I was brought back to my senses as her hand ventured further into my trousers, grabbing a hold of something intimate. "STOP!" I exclaimed louder, my anger now more pronounced as I forcefully removed her hand from my private area.

Mrs. Smith's surprised reaction was overshadowed by my own resolve. I pulled away from her, my voice laced with stern determination. "Mrs. Smith, I won't engage in any sexual encounter just to pass my course. I'd rather accept a failing grade than compromise my principles, especially with a married woman."

The room was thick with tension as Mrs. Smith remained silent, her gaze fixed on me, her actions rendered powerless by my words. It was a standoff, and I was the one who had reclaimed control.

With a low, threatening tone, I issued my final warning. "Lastly, never attempt anything like this with me again, or I will ensure that you lose your job." And with that, I stormed out of her office, fueled by anger and resolve.

My emotions were still raw as I left Mrs. Smith's office, so it was hardly a surprise when I bumped into someone in the hallway, my thoughts consumed by what had just transpired. An automatic apology escaped my lips without even a glance at the person I'd collided with. However, that someone firmly held onto my hand, preventing my swift exit.

Turning to face her, I was taken aback to find Sasha standing there. Concern was etched across her features as she regarded me with a worried expression. "What's wrong, baby boy?" she inquired, her voice laced with genuine concern.

"It's nothing," I replied curtly, my walls still firmly in place.

"But you look angry. Did Mrs. Smith offend you?" Sasha probed further, her curiosity piqued.

"No, I'm fine," I replied, offering no additional information. "And by the way, what are you doing here?"

"After you went to Mrs. Smith's office, I waited for almost thirty minutes, and when you didn't show up, I decided to come check up on you. That's when you bumped into me," Sasha explained.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting. Let's go," I said, and we began walking together towards the parking lot. The tension that had gripped me earlier was now dissipating, and I was grateful for Sasha's presence.

We arrived at the parking lot, and I unlocked my car, signaling our departure. The roar of the engine brought a sense of normalcy back into my world, and I accelerated out of the compound with determination.

In the confines of my car, silence enveloped us. Sasha continued to cast concerned glances my way, her gaze unwavering. "You've been staring at me for two minutes; do you have something to say?" I finally asked, breaking the silence without taking my eyes off the road.

"What happened in Mrs. Smith's office?" Sasha inquired, her curiosity getting the best of her.

I glanced at her briefly before returning my attention to the road. "Nothing," I replied, almost too quickly, biting my bottom lip afterward in a subconscious display of unease.

Sasha wasn't convinced. "I know you well, Ivan, and I know you're lying," she asserted.

"I'm not," I retorted defensively.

"Yes, you are," she countered, her observation shrewd. "You bit your bottom lip when you told me nothing happened in Mrs. Smith's office, and that means you're lying."

I scoffed at her insight but remained silent. Sasha's determination was unwavering, and she pressed on. "Tell me, Ivan, what happened between the two of you?"

Our conversation flowed as the road stretched out before us. I recounted the distressing events in Mrs. Smith's office, the seduction, the attempted blackmail, and her involvement in my missing the exam.

Sasha's reaction mirrored my own disbelief and disgust at Mrs. Smith's immoral actions. "What?!" she exclaimed in surprise. "Mrs. Smith tried to seduce you?"

"Yeah," I simply replied.

"Did she mention anything about the exam you missed?" Sasha inquired.

"She's the reason why I missed the exam," I explained.

Perplexed, Sasha sought clarification. "How?"

"She told me she instructed the person in charge of sending messages not to include my name," I revealed.

"What the heck!" Sasha exclaimed, her disbelief evident. "But why would she do that?"

"She was talking nonsense about getting closer to me and having fantasies about me," I replied, my tone reflecting my disdain.

Sasha shook her head in disgust. "I never knew that woman was such a cheap...well, you know," she trailed off.

Suddenly, my phone began to ring, and I retrieved it to check the caller's ID. It was my mother calling. I swiped to answer, placing the call on speaker so Sasha could listen in.

"Hey, Mum," I greeted her.

"How's my angel doing?" my mother's cheerful voice rang through the car's speakers.

"I'm fine, Mum," I replied. "And you?"

"I'm good. How are your exams?" she inquired.

"Fine," I simply replied, my voice devoid of enthusiasm.

"The VC, Mr. Hank, told me that you're done with the second-semester exams," she said, prompting an exchange of glances between Sasha and me.

"Yes, Mum," I responded cautiously, sensing that my mother might have been misinformed.

The call continued, with my mother explaining that Mr. Hank had informed her of my completion of exams. Sasha's presence in the car made me hesitate to correct this misinformation.

Sasha discreetly tapped me, her expression urging me to disclose the truth about the missed exam. I hesitated, fully aware of my mother's fierce commitment to my education. Her previous actions against a different lecturer who had wronged me were still fresh in my memory.

"I'm not telling her," I whispered to Sasha.

"Why?" she asked, raising a questioning brow.

"Mum would shut down the entire college if I tell her I missed the exam. You know she doesn't play games when it comes to my education," I explained.

Sasha, however, was persistent. "So, how are you planning to make up for the missed exam?"

"I'll find a way, but I won't tell Mum," I replied firmly. With that decision made, I resumed my conversation with my mother, who was now discussing her own plans for the future and the opening of a new branch of her company in Canada.

As our conversation concluded, Sasha once again pressed me on my decision. "You should have told your mum about Mrs. Smith's behavior."

"I told you, Sasha. Mum would come down hard on Mrs. Smith and the school authorities. I don't want that guilt on my conscience," I explained.

Sasha remained unconvinced, crossing her arms in frustration. "Still, you should have told her about missing the exam."

"Sasha, you of all people know my mother. Have you forgotten what she did to that female lecturer who deliberately failed me because I refused her advances?" I asked.

Sasha burst into laughter, her memory jogged. "Oh, right! That was last year. Your mum had her fired, got her husband fired, and even had her family thrown in jail for six months."

"Exactly," I emphasized. "My mother would do the same to Mrs. Smith if I tell her about today's events, and I can't bear the thought of it."

A somber silence enveloped us once more as we contemplated the implications of our choices. I looked over at Sasha, her gaze still fixed on me.

"Why are you staring at me like that? Is there something on my face?" I asked, checking for any visible flaws.

Sasha said nothing, and instead, she leaned closer. I furrowed my brows in confusion. "What are you—"

Sasha silenced my words with a sudden, unexpected kiss. Shock coursed through me, and I instinctively broke the kiss. "What the heck was that, Sasha?!" I demanded, my anger flaring.

"I'm sorry, Ivan. I swear it was a mistake. I'm so sorry," Sasha pleaded, her regret palpable.

"Don't let this mistake happen again, Sasha. We're nothing more than friends," I warned firmly, ensuring she understood the boundaries that needed to be maintained.

Sasha offered repeated apologies, but I remained resolute, adjusting myself in my seat and starting the car's engine. As I drove, Sasha stared out of the window, her thoughts hidden behind a mask of contemplation. The road stretched out before us, a metaphorical reflection of the uncertain journey that lay ahead

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