Isabella's POV
I inhaled sharply, mustering up the courage to answer him. I grabbed his hand and tried to push it away from my face, but his hold was strong and painful.
"Let go of me!" My voice came out all muffled.
He didn't respond and just kept glaring at me. My heart stuttered when his gaze darted to my lips and lingered a bit too long there before meeting my gaze again.
I was now clawing at his wrist with all my strength to the point that I drew out his blood, but he looked in a trance and wasn't even moving.
Freaking Psycho!
"Let go!" I said a bit louder, and he finally got out of whatever trance he was in.
"What if I don't?" He rasped, and chills ran down my spine. Something was definitely wrong with this man.
"I'll scream," I said, the first thing that came to my mind, and he narrowed his eyes, stepping further closer that his hard, muscular body pressed against mine, caging me in. I was sandwiched between him and the door.
His cold, ruthless eyes met mine, and he flashed me a sinister smirk that caused goosebumps to rise on my skin.
"Go ahead, little dove." He mused, making my heart beat at a wild pace. I was scared out of my damn mind. This man was crazy. That would be a small word for him. I was too stunned to even think straight.
"Ahh... You're hurting me," I whimpered as tears gathered in my eyes because his hold had gotten brutal.
He let go of me slowly but didn't step away. He still stood in my personal space, glaring down at me.
"You can't back off from the assistance of research work." He said calmly, but his eyes held anger, which was directed at me.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Volkov, but that's not possible. I can't do this. And please back off. This is not appropriate. I'm getting late for class. I want to leave." I was so glad that my voice came out strong and not shaky.
"I see," he gritted as he turned away sharply, rubbing a hand down his face and walking further towards his desk.
"You've no idea how I'm holding myself back," he gritted, and my brows furrowed because I didn't properly hear him.
"Sorry?" I whispered as he turned to face me. And his expression was completely different. He was calm and composed, like the professor he was in the hall.
"You can leave, Miss. Martinez." He said, and she blinked at him stupidly.
What was with his dual personality? He was scaring me.
Clearing my throat, I quickly opened the door and dashed out of his office with my heart thumping in my ears.
Mr. Volkov was the craziest man I've met in my entire life.
The next three days passed in silence. Mr. Volkov did nothing weird. He came to the class, gave his lecture like a true professor, and then he'd leave without sparing me a single glance, which was great.
I just wanted this, and it was the best for both of us.
I also ignored Simon and Chloe. They've been dating openly now, and they also ignored me most of the time, but when Simon was alone, I would find him staring at me like a stalker, and it was creepy. I brushed it off.
I was in the cafeteria with Mia when Jerry sat beside me and offered me orange juice, which I accepted with a smile, and before I could reach for my wallet, he shook his head. Ever since the dinner, he would bring me food but wouldn't take money from me, which was nice but too out of character for Jerry.
"What's with you? Aren't you being too nice to her?" Mia asked, raising a perfect brow, making Jerry frown.
"I'm doing no such thing. Are you getting jealous that I didn't bring juice for you?" He countered, making her scoff.
"No, dude. On a serious note, are you interested in her?" Mia chirped, and both Mia and I stared at him without blinking because I do have a feeling that he likes me, but he has denied being interested in me, so I'm not sure.
"Don't put me in a spotlight like this. Jeez. I'm going for practice. See you guys tomorrow," he barely finished his sentence as he hurried away.
We both stared at each other. "He didn't deny," I said, and Mia grinned. "I think he likes you." She mused, but I didn't say anything further because I didn't know how to feel about it. Jerry was a good guy and would make a lovely boyfriend.
After lunch, we headed to our respective classes. Once I was done with all my classes. I placed my books in the locker, grabbed the journal, and put it in my bag as I headed down the corridor, when all of a sudden I felt someone grab my arm and drag me into the empty classroom, and my body was slammed against a wall with such force that my back arched in pain, and a cry tore through my lips.
A rough hand clamped my mouth shut and forced me against the wall. A huge man towered over me as he hissed. "Shut the f*ck up!"
That voice.
My eyes met with Simon's as he glared down at me. My eyes darted to the door, which was closed, and my bag was there on the floor near the door.
I tried to push him off me, but he only pressed his body further into me to stop all my struggles to push him away.
"You said you're not a virgin anymore. You were lying, didn't you?" His voice was venomous as he let go of my mouth so I could answer him.
"Get the f*ck away from me!" I shoved at his chest with all my might, and he stumbled back. I barely took two steps when he grabbed my wrist, slammed my front on the wall, and twisted my arm behind my back, making me whimper.
"Tell me you were lying." He barked.
"Stop, Simon. Let me go!" I screamed, causing him to pull me back before slamming me again as pain shot through my body, and I cried in pain.
"Stop f*cking screaming and tell me the truth, or I'm going to check myself," he growled, pulling at my pants as my face paled.