Chapter 3: A New Game Begins

For a whole year, Sandra owned me.

At first, it was just her long nights, whispered commands, and lessons I didn't even know I was learning. But soon, she saw an opportunity. She started introducing me to her "friends" wealthy women, lonely women, bored housewives who had money to spend and needs that weren't being met at home.

I was young, strong, and, as Sandra loved to remind me, gifted.

And they paid well.

Sandra took her cut, of course. She wasn't running a charity she was running a business, and I was her best investment. I should have hated it, but truth be told, I liked the power. These were women who had everything money, cars, husbands who ran companies and yet, I had something they needed. Something they couldn't resist.

But deep down, I knew I couldn't stay in Sandra's world forever.

A year later, I left. I took the little money I had saved enough to get me through and walked away without looking back.

I enrolled in college, determined to change my life. After the rough years of high school, where I barely scraped by while juggling odd jobs, college felt like a fresh start. I told myself I'd focus on my studies, that I'd leave the past behind and build something real.

For the first few months, I did just that. I kept my head down, went to class, and stayed away from distractions. To everyone else, I was just another broke student trying to make it.

And then she happened.

Angela.

She wasn't just a lecturer. She was a walking temptation. The kind of woman who made men forget where they were, what they were doing. Her hips swayed like a slow melody, her voice was silk, and her eyes held a hunger that most men were too blind to recognize.

At first, I thought I was imagining it.

But then I caught the looks the way she held my gaze a second too long in class, the way her lips curled slightly whenever I answered a question correctly. It wasn't just admiration. It was something else.

One evening, after a long lecture, she called my name.

"Frank Bliss, stay behind for a moment."

I could feel the weight of the other students' eyes as they filed out of the room. Some smirked, others whispered. Being singled out by Professor Angela? That wasn't normal.

Once the room was empty, she leaned against her desk, arms crossed, studying me.

"You're a smart one," she said.

I nodded. "I try."

She smirked. "You don't just try, Frank. You know. That confidence it's dangerous."

I met her gaze. "Only for those who don't know how to handle it."

Her lips parted slightly. The air between us thickened.

She stood up, slowly, walking toward me. "You're different," she murmured, tilting her head. "The way you carry yourself… You remind me of someone who's seen things. Done things."

I didn't respond. I didn't have to.

She reached out, fingers grazing the collar of my shirt, playing with the fabric. "Are you as good as I think you are?" she whispered.

I stepped closer. "Why don't you find out?"

Her breath hitched.

For a split second, it was a battle of control—who would break first.

Angela exhaled, stepping back just slightly, as if testing me. "My office," she said, voice barely above a whisper. "Tomorrow. After hours."

Then she turned, walking away, hips swaying deliberately.

I stood there, heart pounding, watching the door close behind her.

College was supposed to be my escape.

But the game had just begun. And I was more than ready to play.