TEACH ME MASTER
Teach Me Master - Chapter 31
THEME: 18+ ROMANCE
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DO NOT PLAGIARIZE
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Z𝒐𝒆𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒐f 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒔. 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔€𝒙𝒚, 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒆, 𝑴𝒓 𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒘𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅, 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓, 𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒔 f𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒔. 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒆 - 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 f𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆.𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍 Z𝒐𝒆𝒚 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒌 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒎?𝑶𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒔𝒕 f𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒆𝒔
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I don’t know when I passed out on the sofa in the dressing room. Adrian was beside me too.
I could feel his strong hand draped over my little body. Holding me tight.
He was still asleep. He slept so peacefully.
I smiled and snuggled up against him.
My face was inches away from his. I studied his handsome face.
F+ck!
How could one man be so damn handsome. His facial features were perfect. Everything about him was perfect.
From his hair, to his eyes. Even his smile.
He was the most s+xy human being, I’ve ever seen.
And he was all mine. I was his.
I touched his jaw and traced his lips with my finger. He had the most beautiful pair of lips. I had kissed those lips.
His eyes were still shut. His chest was rising and falling.
Adrian looked so innocent and peaceful.
The way his nose twitched. The way his eyebrows would scrunch. It was so adorable.
I felt my heart skip a beat.
Why was I so obsessed with this man? What kind of spell had he put on me?
The feeling was scary. It was as if I was giving him a gun to my head.
And he could shoot anytime.
But I didn't care. I was willing to risk it.
Adrian was the first man, who had made me feel this way.
The first one, who had made my heart flutter. I had never felt this way for a man before. And I had also given him my all.
If he ever broke my heart, I didn't think I could handle it.
I loved him so much. I would rather die than see him with someone else.
The thought of it scared me.
I was getting jealous. Just thinking about another girl being close to him.
Being in his arms. I hated the thought of it.
I looked up at the ceiling.
Last night was a dream. But the memories were still vivid.
It wasn't a dream. This was real.
Everything that happened. It wasn't a fantasy.
We did it.
I couldn't believe it. Master and I had sex.
He was the first man, who had been inside of me. He was the only man, I had ever been with.
It was amazing. The feeling was incredible.
I was still deep in my thoughts when Adrian’s phone vibrated on the table.
It was ringing. Someone was calling.
I didn't know why. But a sense of dread came over me.
The feeling was horrible.
I ignored it. But then, the phone rang again and again.
I don’t know why but I felt the urge to pick it up. It was like a force. Pulling me.
I turned and looked at Adrian.
He was still sleeping. Maybe I should check. Just to make sure everything was okay.
“No.” I muttered to myself. It’s wrong to do that.
But then I thought, what if it was something important? What if it was an emergency.
I looked at the number. It was a foreign number.
Was it someone, Adrian knew?
Should I wake him up and ask him?
No. No.
I shouldn’t. It wasn't my place. It was his phone. It was his personal life.
I shouldn’t meddle.
Then a message popped up.
'𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏’𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝑨𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒏. 𝑪𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒊f𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓. 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒏 𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉.
𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖.”
What?!
My heart raced. I could feel a lump in my throat.
Another message popped up.
“𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔. 𝑰 𝒈𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒔𝒚. 𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 f𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒖𝒑 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔.
𝑳𝒐𝒕𝒔 𝒐f 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆.”
No. I felt my heart stop.
I looked down at the phone and the message disappeared. The number was gone.
The dread. The fear. It was growing stronger.
I felt dizzy.
Adrian and I had s+x last night. I gave him my all. I gave him everything.
I knew Adrian was engaged and getting married…but….but I thought.
My body went numb and I was frozen.
Seeing those messages. Knowing that Adrian had a fiancé.
I was shocked.
The message was short but it was enough. It was proof. Proof that he was for someone else.
I turned and looked at Adrian.
I could feel tears welling up in my eyes.
My heart was breaking.
Why was I feeling like this? Why was I so sad?
It felt broken.
I thought I was special. That last night meant something. That I meant something.
What an idiot.
How stupid can a girl get? How could I have forgotten? How could I have been so naive?
Tears streamed down my cheeks.
I quickly wiped them off and stood up.
F+ck. I cursed and got dressed.
Then I grabbed my bag and ran out of the door.
I didn't look back.
Adrian wasn't mine. Last night was a mistake. It shouldn't have happened. I shouldn't have fallen for his lies.
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MASTER’S POV
“Zoe.” I called out as I stirred on the sofa in the club’s dressing room.
Last night was incredible. Last night Zoe and I made love.
The images were still vivid in my head.
We did it. We had s+x. We connected.
And it was perfect. So, f+cking perfect.
Her moans. Her cries. They were music to my ears.
Zoe was so good. She was made for me.
Every single move, every inch, every breath, every touch. I loved it. I wanted more.
Knowing I was her first. The first to claim her. To have her was enough to make me go crazy.
But I needed more. More. It wasn’t enough.
Zoe was the most amazing girl. The best s+x. The best s+x I’ve had in my life.
I’ve been with a lot of women. I couldn’t even count how many. But Zoe was the best.
She was the only one, who could drive me insane. Make me lose control.
I needed no other reason. No other explanation. Zoe was the girl for me.
The girl, who could change my life.
She was the only one, I wanted. The only one that made me feel things.
If I could only explain the passion, desire and obsession she made me feel.
It was madness. Like I wanted her to be in my skin. I wanted her to be a part of me.
She was the only one, who had captured my heart.
I loved her. I really loved her.
I never thought this day would come.
And now I know.
There was no denying it. No lying to myself.
Zoe was the one. She was the one I loved.
My cold heart. My lonely soul. It all melted the minute I laid my eyes on her. The minute I touched her. The minute I kissed those tasty lips.
She was the cure to all my problems.
F+ck. I would kill for her. I would die for her.
“Zoe.” I called out her name again but there was no response.
My hands searched for her. But she wasn't there.
I opened my eyes. "Zoe?"
Where was she?
I looked around the dressing room. She was nowhere to be seen.
What time was it?
I reached over and grabbed my phone from the table.
My phone was dead.
“Ughh.” I groaned and stood to my feet.
I was still completely naked and my clothes laid on the floor.
The sight of Zoe's ripped bra.
She was so s+xy.
I remembered her soft, silky skin.
She was the prettiest woman in the world.
I quickly got dressed and walked out the door.
Where was Zoe? Where did she go?
The club was closed. There was no one there….except Ramona.
I went to her office and pushed the door open.
“Ramona.” I said and her head shot up.
"Have you seen, Zoe? Is she here?" I asked.
Ramona gave me a weird look.
"What do you mean is she here? Of course, she's not. She left." She said.
Ramona leaned back on her leather seat and spoke.
“It’s funny because you guys had the wildest s+x last night and literally disturbed the entire club. Do you know half my girls were at the door of the dress room listening to you and Zoe?" She laughed.
“Those girls are so stupid. They were asking if it was some sort of a porn video or something. But the moment I opened the door and they saw you both sleeping. Naked on the sofa. They couldn’t believe their eyes. They were so jealous and envious of Zoe. You really f+cked the girl good. Didn’t you?" She asked.
I didn’t reply. I didn’t have the time or strength. I just stared at Ramona as she continued talking.
“But to be honest, Mr Blackwood. I didn’t think you would sleep with Zoe. I mean I thought you would go for Brooke. She seemed more like your type. But you surprised me. And Zoe. That girl was the loudest person. Everyone could hear her." She chuckled.
I ran my hand through my hair and leaned against the door. I was tired of hearing her voice.
"Do you know where Zoe went?" I asked.
Ramona rolled her eyes and sighed.
"Seriously, Adrian. Why are you looking for her. Did you want to f+ck her again?"
"Answer my question, Ramona. Where is she?"
"How would I know, Adrian. She left. She looked very sad too for some reason. I don’t know."
"What? Sad?" I asked, curiously.
"Yes. Her eyes were teary and she seemed really hurt. I guess you make girls cry after giving them so much pleasure.” She said with a giggle.
I walked closer to Ramona’s desk. She was wasting my damn time.
"Do you at least know where she stays? Anything.” I asked.
“And why should I tell you?” She raised her eyebrows.
"I am not in the mood for your games, Ramona. Just give me the damn address. Or anything." I snapped.
I brought out a whole wad of cash and placed it on her table.
Ramona's eyes lit up.
"Well, it's good that you asked. I actually have something, Mr Blackwood." She smirked.
She brought out a card and handed it to me.
"I don’t know where Zoe lives but this is her best friend’s address Marge. She knows everything about Zoe.” Ramona explained.
"Good. Thank you." I said and walked out of the office.
My tired feet dragged along the ground as I hurried out of the club.
I gave the dressing room one last glance as I walked past it.
If I could, I would have stayed there all day. If I could, I would have woken up to Zoe's pretty face.
I would have given her a morning kiss and then we would have f+cked each other again.
I shook my head and got into my car.
It was a pity.
Last night was truly magical.
A part of me was missing. And it was her.
I started the engine.
I had to see Zoe. She was all I could think about. I was going to fix whatever was bothering her.
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I drove my red Bugatti through the city. The sunroof of my car was open and the wind was blowing through my hair.
I held unto the steering wheel and looked straight ahead.
I had to find her.
I would drive the whole world if it meant finding Zoe. My Zoe.
Last night. I still couldn’t believe it.
My grip tightened around the steering wheel. My heart was beating fast.
Zoe. Where are you?
I looked down at the card. It was an apartment address.. And it annoyed me more that this wasn’t Zoe’s address but that of her friend.
I would have called her but my phone was dead.
The sun was shining. But my heart was cold. The feeling was strange. I couldn't explain it.
This girl. She was making me mad.
I stopped at the traffic lights.
Zoe was the sweetest thing. So innocent and pure.
But her voice. Her screams. It was like heaven.
They kept replaying in my head.
Last night, Zoe let me inside of her.
She let me. She let me inside her.
And it was amazing.
My mind went back to Ramona’s words.
Zoe was sad. She was crying.
What was bothering her? What made her leave?Why was she upset? Why was her eyes teary.
Something was wrong.
I had to get to her. I had to hold her. Kiss her. Make her happy. I would do anything to make her smile.
Why did she leave? Why did she leave me.
I hit my hand against the steering wheel.
I couldn't think straight.
I felt as if my heart was about to burst.
She was driving me crazy.
I couldn't imagine my life without her.
She was my addiction. My obsession.
Zoe was all I could think about.
Soon enough, I had parked outside the apartment building.
It was a nice building.
I took a deep breath and got out the car.
Was she okay? My mind was all over the place. What if she didn't want to see me?
I shook the thought away and went into the building.
There was a doorman, sitting on the reception desk.
"Hi. Can I help you, sir?" He asked.
"Yeah. I'm looking for Marge. I need her room number. Now.” I said with authority.
"Sir, if you want to see someone. Please fill in this form and -."
"No. I don't have the time. Just tell me where her room is." I snapped.
"I'm sorry, sir. I can't give you any information about our residents without the proper authorization." He said.
I glared at him and yelled.
“What do you want? Huh?” I asked and threw a bunch of cash on the table.
The doorman gave me a confused look.
I rolled my eyes.
"Are you serious?" I asked.
"Just give me the room number or the apartment or whatever.” I said to him.
"Sir...I can't." He stammered.
I leaned closer and grabbed him by the collar. “You’re going to give me the f*cking number. Right. Now." I growled.
“Let him go.” I heard a female voice say but I ignored him.
“This is none of your business." I snapped at her.
The doorman was shaking in my hands. He was scared.
“It’s my business, Mr Blackwood. I am Marge.” The female said.
My eyes shot up.
I let go of the doorman immediately and turned to face the lady.
Marge was wearing a simple white t-shirt and a pair of jeans shorts. Her hair was tied in a messy bun.
Her hands were folded across her chest and she had a disgusted look on her face.
"Where’s Zoe? What’s her address?” I asked immediately.
Marge laughed and shook her head.
“You have some nerve Master, or whatever the f+ck the girls call you. You’re here looking for Zoe after breaking her heart.” She said.
I stared at her and furrowed my brows.
"What do you mean? What are you saying?” I asked.
Marge rolled her eyes and began to walk away but I followed her.
"Hey. Are you going to answer me or not?" I asked. My voice was rising.
"Not. So, why don't you leave me alone. And never come back here. Ever." She yelled at me.
She was heading for the elevator but I grabbed her wrist and stopped her.
"Don't touch me." She snapped.
"Not until you tell me what I want to know." I said.
"What is wrong with you, man? Can't you just take a hint and leave. I hate your guts. I don't even know why Zoe fell for you. You’re a piece of sh*t. A liar.” She yelled at me.
I don’t think I’ve ever been so confused in my entire life and so angry at the same time.
What was Marge talking about? What did I do to make her hate me?
I knew Zoe was upset. But what happened.
"Can you tell me why the f+ck she left and why is she mad at me. I don't understand." I said.
Marge rolled her eyes and stared at me.
“Look, Mr Blackwood. Whatever happened between you and Zoe. It shouldn't have happened. It was wrong. I warned her but she was too dumb to listen. I told her not to give herself to you. But she did and now. Ughhhh. You have the nerve to come here looking for her. How dare you? You made her cry. She's hurting. She's hurting so bad and it's all your fault." She screamed.
"Just tell me why she's crying.” I shouted back. “Why is Zoe hurting? F+ck. Please tell me. I need to see her." I begged.
Marge moved closer to me and clenched her jaw.
Damn! She was a angry at me. So angry.
"You're such an idiot. How can you not know the reason? Why is she so upset? Do you have any idea? Any f+cking clue?" She asked.
I glared at her.
"No. Just tell me." I shouted.
Marge laughed and her eyes darkened.
"Well. She saw the messages your f+cking fiancée sent. How she’s so happy to be marrying you and can't wait. It was a mistake for her to think she had a chance with you. When she knows full well you were engaged.” She yelled.
Marge shook her head and spoke again but this time, her voice was low.
“Zoe has been in love with you since the moment she met you. You're all she thinks about. Even I am sick and tired of it. You're the worst. You played with her heart and took advantage of her innocence." She yelled.
F+ck. F+ck. F+ck.
My fiancée must have sent me messages while I was asleep and Zoe saw it.
I clenched my fist and hit the wall.
It was the hardest I have ever hit anything.
I punched the wall over and over and over.
F+ck.
My knuckles were bleeding.
My chest was heaving up and down and I was breathing heavily.
Marge looked at me. She was so shocked and surprised by my reaction.
I didn't care. All I cared about was Zoe.
She was upset. She was crying.
It was all because of me.
My fiancée. Her stupid messages.
What have I done?
I moved closer to Marge but she took a step back.
"I didn't mean for that to happen. You have to believe me. I wasn't using her. I didn't know she saw those messages." I said.
"Are you dumb? It’s not just about the messages. You broke her. She loves you. And seeing that was too much for her. Why are you here? Do you not feel any pain for her. Do you not even care?" She asked.
"You're asking if I don't care. I would drive the whole f+cking world just to see her. To be with her. She's the only one, who makes me happy." I yelled.
I ran my hands through my hair and tried to calm myself down.
“Please. Please let me just talk to Zoe.” I begged. “Please, I will explain everything to her. I need her. I love her."
"No. Get out" Marge said and pointed at the front door.
She had a stern look on her face and was very serious.
"Don't make me repeat myself. Get the f+ck out of the building or I will call security.”
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