บททั้งหมดของ Scammed of his heart : บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

Ethan POV “Ethan?” The voice, a deep jolt, sent shivers through my entire body, leaving me shocked.“Yeah,” I blurted right out with a forced smile, as my eyes were now locked back fully on his.“Are you okay?” he asked once more, this time, it sounded more stern than before, as those grey eyes stared outright at me in full suspicion.“Yeah… yes, of course I am,” The lie tasted dry, as I coughed, subtly avoiding those discerning gaze of his.“Hmm mm.” The low hum seemed to vibrate through the floorboards. His scrutiny only deepened, peeling back layers I wanted to keep hidden. “If you have questions, you can ask. You know that.”“Yeah, sure I know, thanks,” I responded, my smile, thin and papery.“Right…” he let the word hang, his eyes now back on the book as he continued with his explanation, and I continued to drown myself between his explanation and the guilt of it all.Hours passed by quickly, with the only thought still stuck in my head, ‘ Guilt’And with each hour that passed b

Ethan POV I walked right in, welcomed by subtle flashes of velvet lights, and the view of naked masked men on bars, performing beautifully, called through my eyes, as their performance seemed more like art than an erotic play.I took a shot of martines, from one of the servers, that glided through, as I made my way forwards in the crowds, my eyes slowly skating through the seas of the anonymous masked hot men, each with their kind of charm.And before I knew it, I was now surrounded with three different hot dudes, all smiling, touching me seductively.“Good day Mr E, I'm Kiel,” the one with a tall muscular build, and black eyes said, his tone low and sexually deep,“ And we are your escorts for tonight.”And for a short second I froze, taking in that deep voice that just echoed softly in my ears.Damn…. That voice should honestly be a crime, and he's my escort for tonight, huh. I couldn't help but grin, as my eyes scaled through each one of the other guys, too.And I must say, they re

Ethan POV My mind stopped for a few seconds as I stood still, frozen at the site, my brain still trying to figure out how the hell I was daydreaming about some strange handsome man right now.“Yeah?” he asked, snapping at me out of my daze and that his voice had an oddly deep, familiar rumble that reminded me of last night. Of the escort, Kiel.My eyes fluttered, embarrassed, I faced down as I snapped myself back to normal, finally managing to speak, “I'm here for Asher,” my voice, thin and light, “For the lesson. ”He drew a bit closer, I could feel the heavy pressure of his eyes dropping on me, which sent chills all over my forehead, as my eyes were still focused on the tiles on the ground, trying to avoid him.“Lesson, huh?” he purred, and that voice, again, sent me straight to last night. Why the hell does this stranger sound so much like Kiel? Omg this is not the time to be thinking of that though, snap out of it Ethan!“Well he didn't say he was expecting anyone, you see,” he

Ethan POVWe both got inside, seated, and the air between us was thick enough to choke on. Asher hadn’t moved an inch since we sat down.Okay… I know he is usually indifferent, but this time it was different, as his gaze stood still, unwavering.Was he mad about me saying yes to the beach? Or is he mad about the hickeys that are now practically screaming on my neck?Either way… I don't intend to waver now, at least not today. I met his gaze head on, with my chin lifted.“Ethan,” he called, his tone flat, as he propped his chin on steepled fingers.“Yes?” I answered, blunt, with a sharp eye raise.“Your note,” he paused, his eyes flicked to my bag then back to me, “For the lesson remember?”Right… my note. I sat flustered for a split second, before I reached into my bag, searching for my note, and then it hit me.Ohh no, I didn't go home yesterday… So technically, I didn't bring … “Ethan…” he said, his eyes still on me as he stared in wait.I instantly gave out a dry chuckle, “You see

Ethan POV Stefan leaned in, his breath heavy with the scent of coffee. “So, I’m listening. What’s your excuse, kiddo?” That smug smirk never left his face.I couldn't help but cough, as I glared right back at him, “My excuse?” I paused, letting out a soft cough, “Is that I'm like every normal kid in this school who actually has exams and are now doing the late night joint tutorials with their course mate.”I swallowed my breath, my eyes still on his unwavering, hoping the jerk would believe my lie.He gave a short hum, before pulling back a little, finally giving me space to breathe in free air, which was as slim as the ray of hope I had in him to change.“Never took you for the studious type,” he said, a lazy grin spreading as he turned toward his discarded clothes. “Especially for something you couldn’t care less about.”My eyes fell right on that perfect sculptured body of his, which somehow still always left me speechless when I lay eyes on him.Honestly, I never see him work out