"Hey" I looked up from by notebook to find Nicole plopping right next to me. A smile spread across my lips and i gave her a side hug.

"Hii Nicole" she smiled and ran her fingers in her thick black hair with a tired smile. "I'm sorry I haven't been coming to the room you see--- "You don't have to apologize Nikki, I'm good and I see you have a lot on your plate"

"So you don't miss me?" I laughed a little and shook my head. "C'mon Nikki, of course I miss you but it isn't a big deal being alone" she nodded and sent me a look that said she was only teasing me.

"So how's Tiffany?" She was surprised at how I was able to know about the root course of her absence lately.

"How do--- "Damon told me you've been sleeping at her place and her mood of late made it clear that she isn't okay" she smiled sadly and nodded her head to confirm my theory.

"Tiffany and i have known each other all our lives and I must say this my first time seeing her like this and it hurts" her voice broke at the end and a lone tears rolled down her smooth cheeks.

I never imagined a day where I'll ever see Nicole shed a tear, I almost thought she wasn't created with a tear gland.

"Hey don't cry, I'm sure she's going to get through whatever it is and she has you and the others to help her in this phase of her life. You have to be strong for her" I uttered out the best comforting words I could bring my brain to pull together and I hope it worked.

She smiled admist her tears and hugged me. I rubbed my palm down her back to soothe her not caring about the fact I was missing out some notes.

"Thank you Andy, i needed that"

"You're welcome Nikki, does that mean you two won't be coming for the practice today" she smiled and shook her head.

"I don't think Tiffany will miss that for anything besides it's just the practice so it's okay to not go but we'll be there" I nodded and retreated my attention back to class.

Soon lectures were over but I was held back by Mr Williams. "Yes sir, is there a problem?" He shot up an elderly smile and shook his head.

"No dear, there's no problem. I went through your portfolio yesterday and I was heavily impressed by your artworks, so you really do have passion for photography?" A feeling of relief wash through my blood and I dashed up a smile.

"Yes Mr Williams, I love photography but not just any kind, I'm more into filming photography" he gave an impress nod and from the look on his face i could tell he was interested in asking me more questions.

"So you want work in a filming industry?" I nodded with a dreamy smile. "Yes sir, I want to be part of a crew in the filming industry, i find what they do really fascinating and I've always had interest in the field"

"I love your ambition dear. And what about your arts works are you going to do something about them, if you want I can help you" I smiled at his kind thoughts and shook my head.

"Thank you Mr Williams but you don't have to do so, I want to build all the stages of my dreams until I get to the spotlight"

"It's rare to find people as passionate as you. Well you really did well in the test you took last week and you did well last semesters, if you keep this up you'll be certain to graduate with honors" that information was enough to encourage me and have me grinning like a kid.

"Oh my-- thank you Mr Williams" he smiled and waved me off.

"It is well deserved by you. I've a meeting now so I'll leave, keep it up" he encouraged and left with a smile.

His encouraging words and compliments had me excited and I couldn't contain the joy.

The image of my smiling parents whenever I brought my report card back home had happy tears welling up in my eyes.

Mom, dad wherever you are I hope I'm making you proud. I whispered as the tears rolled down my eyes and i left the class.

Since I had no class again for the rest of the day I went to the library to drown myself in the literary works of my favorite people in the world.

I sat at the hidden corner I found and pulled the novel out from my bag. The fresh scent of the pages wafted into my nose and I got ready to book a plane into the imaginary world of the author mixed with mine.

The cover of the book defined what I was yet to read so I got myself ready for the crash of eroticism and other steamy genre.

I turned the first page open and soon I was lost in the sky heading south to the writer's intention of each words.

I didn't know how long I had spent in the library, all I was aware of was that I was now in a euphoric world.

"Just say the words Andrea and I may just let you cum" he groaned in her ears as he increased his pace in her pussy while rubbing speedily on her clit.

"Lorenzo i-i--- fuck I can't" she whimpered moan as she shut her eyes to take in the pleasure his cock was giving her.

Her fingers where clenched into the arm rest of the sofa, her boobs jumping at every thrust and her moan as loud as a trumpet.

"You asked for it Andrea" he pulled out leaving her on the edge. "W-what did you just do?" She stuttered out as pain shot in her throbbing pussy.

He rained a hard smack on her ass causing her to wince in pain at the excruciating feeling.

"Don't fucking complain cause I warned you sweetheart, you know how to get what you want, you could have used your words" he growled lowly as his fingers slowly played with her titties in a teasing manner.

My legs were pressed together as the erotic thoughts of doing this with someone not unfamiliar danced in my head. Coincidentally the character and i shared the same name

I was so lost in a dark euphoric universe I didn't realize when the book was snatched out from my view. I almost released a yell at the sudden theft until I met the face of the thief.

My eyes went wide and I swallowed hard that I was quite sure he heard it. His eyes ran through the lines I had just finished reading.

I kept my head low to avoid his gaze little did i know that looking at him was way better than him being close to me in this situation.

He slid the book my way and sat dangerously close to me. "I didn't peg you to be a kinky masochist angel" he gripped my chin harshly and fucked my soul with his desire filled eyes.

His voice was deep enough to hit my g-spot and have me cumming profusely in my pantie

''So you love being held like this while being fucked hmm?" He clasped his arm around my throat and i threw my head back at the feeling I got from the action.

"Romero---- "Judging by the few times I've seen you in this situation, I'm certain you don't have the control over that sinful sound that escape your vocal chords, you are too much of a good girl to let the whole world know what's going on here but I don't mind anyways" he started trailing wet kisses down my neck.

His palm slid under my shirt and stopped at the hem of my pantie. The rate at which my heart was beating quickened and I felt a sudden pulse in my pussy.

"I will satisfy your kinks tesoro but I hope you are ready for the other contents that comes with it" he bit softly on my neck and i bit my lip so hard to hold the sound that threatened to spill out.

I felt his finger press my moist vulva and an erotic gasp fell off. He brought his hand out to look at me then back at the creamy fluid that coated his index and middle fingers.

A smirk pushed up the corner of his lips and i was hit with a feeling of embarrassment.

He slowly licked it off his fingers and it only made me produce more in my pantie.

''You taste good" he growled lowly and slid his fingers in again. Heat spread unevenly across my body and I felt a knot tie in my stomach as his fingers moved circularly on my clit.

I clenched my nails into the table that i fear i may break them. I let my head fall on his shoulder but he held me back and asked me to watch him please me.

"Romero i-i--- "This won't be the way I want you to have your first orgasm Angel, so I'll leave you on the edge" he pulled out and licked my cream off his fingers.

He held my jaw softly and pulled me into his body. "Welcome to your dark euphoria Angel, get ready cause I'm ready to kill that innocence in you and release the kinky devil you've hidden behind your pure mask" he added pressure to my neck and kissed the corner of my lips then left me on the edge.

My body burned with desire and frustration clouded my brain. I couldn't concentrate on whatever i was doing cause i was left hanging when I was about to get my first orgasm.

I ran my fingers in my hair and let my heart beat get back to its previous state.

I couldn't take the torture in my throbbing pussy anymore so i packed my things and went back to my room.

I stripped out of my clothes and jumped on my soft calling bed. The wet and throbbing sensation in the organ between my legs made me feel uncomfortable and i couldn't do anything about it.

My frustration was slowly taking over my senses that i didn't know when my fingers rolled from my abdomen down to my wet folds.

My eyes were shut as I tried figuring how the characters in the books did it. I rubbed in a circular motion there while squeezing my boobs to hold in the pleasure.

I repeated the action he did at the library and I imagined him doing this in place of me. My legs wobbled profusely and I was seeing the stars as I came close to my orgasm but it wasn't so good as I imagined

How long is Romero going to torture me by making me wait?

Tears of frustration left my eyes as I kept trying to find pleasure in what I was doing but rubbing my clit didn't even match up as when he stares at me.

The intensity in his eyes was high enough to make me cum. I stayed on the bed trying to collect myself before heading to the bathroom to freshen up.

If I was told two weeks ago that I would be touching myself I would have probably laughed at the person but look where I am; having erotic dreams, reading insanely hot novels, craving for the touch of an Adonis and now masturbating because I was left edged my him.

If mother is to hear all of these, she'll probably be dead before she gets the chance to comprehend it is her perfect daughter that did all these but the truth is I am not perfect and I can never be perfect.

Before I got into her captive I was like a normal child with a happy family. I was a social kid but she killed my true personality and built up a fake innocent human to claim perfection for her image.

There's no lie that I'm a cloned version of Arabella. Our characters, our physique, In short words I'm everything like my mother but the difference is that she was a nymphomaniac which makes her love story with dad one of a kind.

I'm quite certain if I wasn't adopted by mother i would have turned out to be that way and I wonder if I would have been worse than her.

I may not have inherited it from her but the freedom I was given by my parents it sure would have been something i would have developed.

The collision between Romero and I is bringing me to a world I knew nothing about. All these while I pretended to be who I wasn't, I thought I had locked the real me behind a mask little did I know that somewhere across the globe, someone had the key and power to bring the real Andrea Garcia and it's no other than Romero Rodrigo.

With an unsatisfied heart and throbbing pussy i shut my eyes and decided to take a short nap.