Living With My Hot Teacher ENGLISH

"Say Fahira!" Darian said, gazing intensely into the black irises of the woman in front of him.

"Do whatever Mr. Darian wants from me!" Fahira replied softly, lifting her hands and tiptoeing, slowly moving towards the back of Darian's head. Summoning her courage, Fahira's hands encircled his neck.

Darian's smile instantly widened, and without wasting any time, he began to unite their lips. Darian gently nibbled on Fahira's lips, the soft kiss demanding a response. Daringly, he bit Fahira's lip, seeking access to explore further inside.

"Respond, darling!" Darian whispered amid their kisses.

With closed eyes, Fahira started to reciprocate Darian's kiss, following her instincts as her heart raced. It was the first kiss she had ever given to her own boss. Fahira's hesitant and nervous kiss only fueled Darian's passion.

Darian could feel Fahira's body relaxing and responding to his touch. Although he had never taken a girl to his bed before, with Fahira, he managed to hide his nervousness. It would be embarrassing if Fahira found out that the man usually admired by women was still a virgin.

Unconsciously, Fahira let out a soft moan that sounded extremely seductive to Darian's ears, making him explore every inch of her smooth body with his hands. Darian's kisses moved down to Fahira's slender neck, occasionally leaving a mark of ownership. He then pulled away from her body for a moment, gazing at Fahira with a tender smile she had never seen before. Not the sharp, intimidating gaze he had at the office, but the gaze between a man and a mature woman.

With a single touch of Darian's hand, the small strap on Fahira's shoulder slid down to the floor, leaving her topless. Fahira felt nervous again as Darian's hazel eyes scanned every inch of her body. Darian chuckled at the blush that appeared on Fahira's pretty face. Gently, Darian resumed kissing Fahira's lips while lifting her onto the bed. Not wanting to play for too long, Darian soon removed all of his clothes and continued by removing the last piece of cloth on Fahira's body.

With full submission, Fahira closed her eyes tightly as Darian began to claim her most precious possession. Darian felt a little awkward trying to unite their bodies as it wasn't as easy as he had imagined. Especially when he saw Fahira's pained expression, he felt hesitant. But due to his high ego, he had to succeed that night. Darian didn't want to risk his pride in front of Fahira, who was merely his subordinate. Finally, with their breaths racing and covered in sweat, Darian fulfilled his desire.

"Where are you going? Remember, tonight you belong to me," Darian warned when he saw Fahira about to get off the bed.

"I want to clean myself up, Sir," Fahira replied with a trembling voice, holding back the pain in her core while wiping the tears that started to fall.

"We'll shower together later. I want to rest for a while before we do it again," commanded Darian, causing Fahira to shoot him a sharp, tearful gaze. How could Darian do that with pride while Fahira felt nothing but shame and disgust towards herself.

"Damn bastard!" Fahira cursed in her heart while wiping the tears streaming down her cheeks.

"I have told you to stop me. So don't blame me if I want your body all night," continued Darian as he pulled Fahira's body and covered both of their innocent bodies with a blanket.

Fahira chose to sleep with her back facing Darian, who hugged her tightly. Fahira bit the edge of the pillow to muffle the sound of her crying, enduring the pain stabbing her chest and shattering the self-esteem she had upheld. Fahira remained in the same position for a long time, until Darian fell asleep, and then slowly got up from the bed.

Darian's eyes slowly opened as he realized the empty spot beside him. The corners of Darian's lips lifted into a thin smile when he heard the sound of the shower turning on. Of course, Fahira was cleaning herself up after their passionate encounter, which lasted for three rounds. Darian chose to pretend he was still asleep when Fahira came out of the bathroom wearing only a bathrobe. Unexpectedly, Fahira took out something from her bag – a prayer rug and mukena (a veil worn during prayers). As Fahira solemnly performed her night prayer, Darian's eyes were open, carefully observing every movement.

Darian closed his eyes again when Fahira finished cleaning her prayer equipment. Fahira changed her clothes in the bathroom and soon came out wearing a black knee-length dress. Darian stretched his body and changed his position to face Fahira, who was sitting in front of the dressing table. Darian sat, leaning against the back of the bed, and let his bare chest be exposed.

"It's still very early, honey. I still want to have fun with you," said Darian, immediately stopping Fahira's activities as she applied peach-colored lipstick to her lips. Fahira turned and looked at Darian with a hurt expression, while Darian laughed and enjoyed Fahira's facial expressions, which made him want to relive their passionate night from before.

"Come on, Fahira! Wasn't last night really fun? In fact, you really enjoyed every sweet treat I gave you!" Darian's teasing intensified, and he pushed aside the blanket that covered part of his body. Darian walked over to Fahira, after picking up his boxers scattered on the floor.

"Transfer whatever amount you want to your account," whispered Darian, now hugging Fahira from behind and nuzzling his head into Fahira's long neck, inhaling the soft scent from her body that still carried his fragrance from last night.

Fahira's body stiffened as Darian's affectionate touches resumed. Darian kissed Fahira's neck several times, seemingly never tiring, while Fahira swallowed hard, trying to muster the courage to politely reject Darian because she was still sane enough to think about her job—the job she had worked so hard to get two years ago.

"Sorry, Mr. Darian, I was paid only to accompany you for the night. So I hope you will allow me to go home now," Fahira replied firmly as she looked into Darian's eyes through the mirror, forcibly releasing his hands that were holding her.

"And I hope that what happened between us last night is something you'll pretend never happened," continued Fahira, turning her body to face Darian with an unreadable gaze. Darian grinned at Fahira's cold attitude, instead of getting angry, he wanted to tease her—the only woman he ever played games with.

"Hahaha, you are very sweet, Fahira. I really like it! You are the only woman who dares to reject me! But it's okay because I'm the first to touch and enjoy your body," Darian replied, followed by laughter.

Feeling humiliation and tightness in his chest, Darian stood up from his seat, took his bag, and left the hotel room, deeply wounded. To him, she was just a woman with no pride left.