Ross humd a soft tune, his voice barely audible yet sohow captivating, as he strolled toward his next class.
His relaxed deanor, combined with his average looks but commanding aura, drew attention like a magnet.
Students around him couldn't help but steal glances, so bold enough to follow him with curious whispers.
Despite the attention, Ross remained composed, his focus drifting elsewhere. As always, the crowd eventually thinned, leaving only Dennis and Daryl, his two closest companions, walking alongside him.
Dennis nudged Ross with his elbow, a sly grin spreading across his round face.
"So... I sll sothing fishy in the air, Ross," he said, his voice dropping conspiratorially. "Word on the street is you and your new girlfriend snuck out earlier. Spill it, man. The juicier, the better." His pudgy cheeks puffed up as he grinned, his anticipation palpable.
Ross smirked but didn't imdiately respond, which only made Dennis more impatient.
"Yes, please," Daryl chid in, his tone light but equally curious. "Share so soup with us, Ross. You've already eaten all the at!" He chuckled at his own joke, patting his stomach.
Unlike before, when he was lanky and underweight, Daryl's improved finances had clearly done wonders for his health.
He looked fuller, healthier, and more confident—a transformation that Ross silently took pride in. Seeing his friends thrive alongside him was sothing he genuinely appreciated.
Ross finally let out a soft chuckle and shook his head. "Nothing happened," he said, his tone calm but firm. "April and I just talked."
Dennis groaned in frustration. "C'mon, man! Don't give that boring answer. You don't just sneak off with soone like April for a talk!"
Ross simply smiled and slid into his chair as they entered the classroom. He was unfazed by Dennis's prodding, his thoughts montarily drifting to the earlier mont with April.
Her confession echoed in his mind—I love you. The way her voice trembled, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes sparkled with sincerity had been unforgettable.
Ross understood all too well why won were drawn to him. It wasn't just his money or charisma; it was the aura of strength and capability he exuded.
Won were hardwired to seek security and stability, and Ross provided both effortlessly. It was a loophole in their psychology, one he exploited without hesitation.
Yet, Ross wasn't the type to toy with soone's feelings only to discard them. No, that wasn't his style. April had secured her place in his life, just as others had before her—and others would after.
He saw her as a permanent part of his future, a piece of the grand puzzle he was assembling.
His lips curved into a faint smirk as his thoughts grew darker. April didn't know it yet, but she was already his, body and soul. Ross's plans for her went beyond re affection.
He would cherish her, yes, but he would also claim her in ways she could never imagine.
He envisioned her as an integral part of his growing harem—a collection of extraordinary won who would stand by him, devoted and bound to him forever.
Dennis's voice snapped him out of his reverie. "You're zoning out, man! What's on your mind?"
Ross shrugged, the smirk never leaving his face. "Nothing much. Just thinking about how things are falling into place."
Daryl raised an eyebrow. "You an with April?"
"Maybe," Ross said vaguely, leaning back in his chair. He enjoyed keeping them guessing.
The bell rang, signaling the start of class, but Ross's thoughts remained elsewhere. His future stretched out before him, a life of power, pleasure, and control.
He wasn't just living a dream—he was shaping it, bending the world to his will one step at a ti.
* * *
The weekdays of school quickly fell back into their usual rhythm. Soon enough, the weekend rolled around again, and April found herself hatching another plan.
Weekends were now her only opportunity to visit her parents, ever since Ross had claid her as his girl.
To explain her prolonged absences from coming ho, she'd lied to her parents, saying she had moved into the school dorms to focus on her studies as graduation lood closer and the coursework beca more demanding.
In reality, it was all a fabrication to cover her new lifestyle of sex and even more sex with Ross.
"Mom! Dad! I'm ho!" April called out cheerfully as she stepped through the front door, her arms full of grocery bags and gift parcels.
Following behind her was Freddie, a hulking man Ross had assigned as her bodyguard. Freddie carried the bulk of the load with ease, his towering fra drawing attention.
At first, April had mistaken Freddie for the man Ross had once called Brandon, but since she couldn't be certain, she decided to let the thought slide.
"April, co! I've prepared your favorite dishes," a warm voice called out. A strikingly beautiful woman, clearly an older version of April, erged from the kitchen.
Behind her ca April's father, a middle-aged man whose handso features had aged gracefully.
They greeted April with hugs, but their smiles soon turned curious as their eyes landed on Freddie, who was unloading the bags in the living room.
The calloused hands of April's parents, a testant to years of hard labor, montarily paused. They were long-ti employees of a large grocery store in the city, working tirelessly to make ends et.
Even the modest house they lived in was rented, with paynts that grew steeper year after year.
"Who's this?" April's mother asked, her gaze shifting between Freddie and the nurous items he was unpacking. "And what's all this?"
"Ah, this is Freddie, Mom," April said with a casual smile. "He's the bodyguard my boyfriend assigned to ."
"Oh?" her mother replied, raising an eyebrow but smiling warmly. "Julian really is such a thoughtful young man to provide you with a bodyguard. The city's cri rate has been getting worse lately."
April hesitated for a mont before dropping the bombshell. "I... broke up with Julian, Mom. I have a new boyfriend now."
"What?!" her parents exclaid in unison, their shock evident.
They had t Julian on several occasions and were quite fond of him. He was a charming, handso young man who had always seed polite and dependable.
"It's a long story," April said with a soft laugh, steering her parents to the sofa.
She began weaving another carefully constructed lie, explaining how she and Julian had grown apart due to irreconcilable differences.
Then, she launched into a glowing tale about Ross and the whirlwind romance that had brought them together.
As the story unfolded, April casually dropped the biggest surprise yet. "Oh, and tomorrow, I'm taking you both to look at houses. We'll pick one to buy together!"
Her parents froze in disbelief. "What?!" her mother gasped, her hands flying to her mouth.
"You're buying us a house?" her father repeated, his voice thick with emotion.
"Yes!" April bead. "It's long overdue, and it's all thanks to Ross. It's his money. He wants to make sure you both live comfortably." April's words sparked an intense debate between her parents about whether to accept this gesture as a genuine gift or view it as a potential bribe.
The discussion grew heated, with her father leaning toward gratitude and her mother hesitating out of pride. In the end, however, April's persistence won them over.
Rejecting such a rare opportunity, especially in today's world, felt like foolishness. To turn away luck and a precious boon was simply not an option.
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