Trust or Not!
Bella's POV
"Yes?"
One of the female professor asked.
"I want to meet Mr. Marino... It's about math assignments."
I can feel him smirking. Bastard!
"Come inside"
Alex said.
Other professors focused on their work, some left for lectures.
"I can't solve these problems... I was absent..."
I placed the papers on his desk.
"My work here is done... I was leaving"
He said looking at him.
How good it will feel to slam this pile of papers on his face. Bastard! He is doing it on purpose.
If it's wasn't for marks, i swear.
"I have to submit it tomorrow... Otherwise I'll fail.."
I replied.
I saw him trying to hide his smile. He did it on purpose. He knows that i can't solve these advance problems without his help.
He grabbed my assignment papers and stood up.
"Come with me."
He ordered and Started walking away.
Where?
I followed him out. Thankfully corridor is almost empty so i don't have to worry about another gossip.
"Alex We are doing it here... I am not going to your house... And i mean it..."
I said when he led me towards his car.
"I have work to take care of sweetheart... I can't spend my whole day in classroom..."
He said while opening the door.
"I'll help you while doing my own work..."
"I am not going to your house..."
I stated.
"We are not going to our house..."
He said.
Our house! I gulped.
"Then where are we going?"
I refused to sit in the car.
"I won't kidnap you Bella... I'll drop you back when we are done with the assignments... I care about your studies so be assured, i won't try anything..."
He sounded sincere.
I took a deep breath and sat inside the car. He sat beside me and started driving.
I clutched on the bag pack as it started suffocating me in the car. Not because of Air but because of memories.
The gift i have him on his birthday is in front of me. Cute car toy which moves it's neck whenever car moves. To be honest I was sure that he won't keep it in his classy car, but here it is.
As promised Alex didn't try to talk to me. He was driving silently. It's better otherwise i would have stepped out of the running car. I don't want to talk anything else other than studies.
But he finally decided to break the silence.
"Did you complete other subjects assignments?"
"Yes..."
It wasn't hard as they were theory subjects.
He finally stopped the car in front of the five star hotel.
"Alex what is this?... I told you i want only study."
There is no need of hotel. Why can't he understand.
"I know"
He looked at me while answering calmly.
"You said no to our house... I don't want to go to the office, i can't teach you there... So this is the only option..."
He sighed when i gave him suspicious expressions.
"I am not going to touch you Bella... is it that hard to trust me?"
Hurt flashed on his face.
I want to but i don't have good experience with it.
"Let's get over it..."
I got out of the car.
He got out and tossed car keys towards the guard.
I followed him as he led me inside. He grabbed the keys from the receptionist.
"Come"
He placed his hand on my waist.
It was too casual that it's obvious he did it out of habit. But i flinched at sudden touch.
He quickly retrieved his hand back.
"Sorry... It has become a habit... Sorry!"
He stepped back from me.
I cleared my throat and entered the elevator. I never thought that we will come to the point where we have to apologise for touching each other.
I hesitated before entering the hotel room. How weird it would have look if Alex was just my professor and not ex. Would i have agreed to come here with him.
He closed the door behind us and threw keys on the counter. The room is bright and decent. Nothing which would give me creepy vibes.
"Take your time If you want to use the washroom."
I nodded and placed my bag and papers on the dining table. It's small, enough for 3 to 4 people.
I washed my face and took a deep breath.
Relax! We are here only for study. That's it.
I walked out and saw him arranging food on the table.
"Let's have a lunch first... We will start after that."
"I had my lunch"
I lied. I am not hungry and i don't want to explain him why i am not hungry.
"You didn't... I know. Sit down."
He said but didn't look at me.
"You were prepared, right?"
I accused and he looked at me.
"You purposely gave me hard assignments so i have to take your help... You knew i will come to you that's why you booked this room..."
"I am staying here from last one month..."
He replied calmly.
What? Why? When he has palace in the same city.
He must have noticed the confusion on my face.
"I can't go to that house without you... It reminds me of you..."
He answered.
He sat at the table.
"You need to eat... It's necessary for your health, your body is already weak... We will start studying only when you will finish the food."
I sat in front of him.
"You should go back... Because I am not coming back Alex..."
"Hmm... We'll talk about that later..."
He replied like he is not taking me seriously.
I Ignored him and tried to finish my food.
"Is he taking good care of you?"
He asked.
"Yes... You had no reason to hide it from me."
I looked at him.
"I told you the reason."
He placed his spoon down and sighed.
"Yes, you did but only thing i heard is you were insecure... It doesn't justify your actions Alex... You should have trust me."
I clutched on my spoon tightly.
"Okay... Finish your lunch."
I can see how he is set on feeding me.
I tried to take another bite but my stomach protested.
"Bella?!"
I heard his concerned voice when i rushed towards the washroom.
He hold my hair while emptied my stomach.
Fuck! My stomach hurts.
He flushed it while i washed my mouth.
"Does it happen every time?"
I looked at the mirror, i don't know why but burst out crying. My head, stomach, throat everything is hurting.
"Bella"
He gently turned me around.
"It's hurting Alex..."
He wiped my tears but fresh slide down.
"I wanted that baby... I should have been careful... It's all my fault, i killed it..."
"No, it's not your fault... Shh..."
He pulled me in a hug.
"It's not your fault... Don't blame yourself, please..."
"I want it back..."
I cried on his chest.
"Please bring it back..."
He rubbed my back but didn't say anything.
