THE PROLOGUE

"Happy birthday, Rosé! How's it feel to finally be a legal adult?"

I crossed my arms as I smiled a thanks with wide lips. I held my textbooks close to my chest as my best friend, Layla jumped next to me to walk beside me down the halls.

"It feels the same, I guess. It's not even that big of a change."

"Oh, but it is! Now, you can vote and hook up with older guys."

I cringed at my best friend's hormonal thoughts, knowing just why she brought that up and who she was speaking of.

I was a virgin, and everyone knew it. It sucks that our high school is so large yet so small at the same time, because word somehow got around really quick.

And Layla has been trying to redeem my reputation for me ever since Freshman year.

"I know a certain guy who's had your eye for a while.."

My eyes widened at her tease, hoping to god she wouldn't say who I thought she was going to say.

"Timothée Chalamet, the guy who works at the the Starbucks you always go to! And the guy who sits next to you in biology.."

Layla winked as she nudged my shoulder, making me roll my eyes playfully at her attempts to excite me. She was right, I did have a crush on Timothée. He was my lab partner, he was good looking, he was sweet.

But he was actually in my age range.

My real crush, was not.

We entered my favorite class, chemistry..which also somehow managed to be both my worst class yet my favorited class.

Layla sat next to me as we grabbed a table, setting my maroon jansport backpack to slump on the floor beside my chair. I plopped my chemistry books, which I loathed, on the table with a smack.

I hated the subject, because I wasn't good at chemistry. But I loved the class, because—

"Good afternoon, class. Please take your seats before the bell rings."

Mr. Styles.

Students filed in and quickly obeyed his request as they found a seat anywhere while our teacher set his bag on his desk.

He wore a clean cut black suit with a maroon red tie, just the color of my backpack. His hair was combed and swooped to the side like some teenage boyband star—but he made it work.

I could see his back muscle flex through the tight fabric of his suit with every move he made to write on the whiteboard with the expo marker that explained our assignment.

It took everything inside me to finally pull my blushing gaze away from the 26 year old man I so lusted for.

I like to think that it was just a girly school girl crush that everyone had on at least one of their teachers.

I formed that crush on Mr.Styles since he was a new teacher, and extremely young and attractive. I thought my crush on him would disappear over time.

But obviously, it didn't since I was still clenching my legs together every time he came to help me with a problem or even smiled at me.

But what am I supposed to think whenever I take a mere glance at him, and feel a blush creep all over me?

"Hey..you okay?"

I jerked my attention out of my trance once I heard the piercing bell ring, turning to look at Layla as she nudged my arm.

"Yeah." I was just frustrated and it never helped when my hot teacher wears the tightest suit he can buy.

"I'll be coming around to collect your homework now. Please feel free to ask any questions if you had any last night."

Mr. Styles collected everyone's papers from each table group, occasionally stopping to lean down and listen to a student's question.

So naturally, as anyone would do in the presence of an absolute god, my breath quickened as he neared our table to collect our assignments.

"Layla, your worksheet?" He asked, holding his ringed hand out across my area as he reached for Layla's work next to me.

Once collected and added to the stack of papers, his attention turned to me.

"Rosé?" His husky, accented voice was like smooth honey dripping from his plump lips, his hand open to receive my work.

For some reason, I completely disregarded any common sense I ever had, and refused to hand over my assignment.

"Rosé," He mumbled, my name coming from his lips was heavenly. "Did you have any questions on the homework last night?"

He hovered over closer to my side of the desk, his clothed arm brushing against my own as he placed it next to the edge as his eyes skimmed over my finished paper.

"Y-Yes.." I gulped, my cheeks surely the shade of his tie and my backpack.

I didn't have any questions. This type of homework was fairly easy, but Mr. Styles' eyes continued their trail on the paper before finally standing up.

"It looks like you've got it down pretty well, just a few minor errors," He concluded, his emerald green eyes now meeting mine as he looked down at my flushed face. "But if you feel like you need extra help, stay during lunch or after school sometime. I'd be glad to help."

And as if my blush couldn't get worse, he shot me a dimpled smirk, his eyes never leaving the locked trance with mine to slowly pick up my paper and continue on to the next table.

Holy shit. Pull yourself together.

"What was that all about? I thought you said you understood the homework— you let me copy off of yours!"

Layla's exclaims seemed to echo in the back of my mind as I focused intensely on the back profile of Mr. Styles. He was now at another table, collecting their papers until another student asked for help, I assume.

And I couldn't help but feel a sharp pang of jealousy. It was Brooke Collins, the most popular girl here, but also the one with the highest body count.

She just wants to add Mr. Styles to her list, because if she did, she'd be a legend.

I cursed to myself as I watched her giggle and occasionally brush her arm against Mr. Styles' arm.

It was then that I faced a reality check.

I'm not the only one who finds Mr. Styles insanely attractive. He has classes upon classes filled with girls who surely find him the same way I do.

And that's why I decided against coming in for lunch or after school that day.

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"Rosé, lighten up. You finally turned 18, you're a legal adult, so there's nothing wrong with going out with your friends for a good time!"

I ignored my best friend's pleads for me to join her and the rest of our group for a night on the town tonight. But, I was swamped with homework for all my classes, and senior-itis was hitting me hard.

I sat at my desk, the lamp was on as it illuminated my entire room as the sun began to go down, providing no further light source.

"Where do you even plan on going? We can't even drink legally, so I hope you're not thinking of going to a bar." I finally set my pencil down atop my open science textbook before turning to look at Layla who sat on my bed.

"I had somewhere in mind..but I won't tell you until we get there, it's a surprise."

I rolled my eyes, huffing as I glanced back at my workload. Before Mr. Styles, our old teacher gave us loads of homework. But now with Mr. Styles, it was small and manageable.

Mr. Styles was perfect.

God, I sound pathetic.

I didn't want to be cooped up here at home fantasizing about Mr. Styles, as was per usual whenever I would have his class.

So why not just go out to get my mind off of things? It was better than doing work.

"Fine. But it better not be anywhere crazy."

Layla only smirked at my comment.

And it wasn't until it was too late that I finally understood why she did because when we finally pulled up to a sophisticated looking building, it was labeled 'Women's Private Club.'

From the outside, it looked like a fancy business club. But upon closer look, the lights inside resembled that of a club.

It was then that I immediately regretted my decision.

"You seriously took me to a fucking male strip club?"

I panicked, my hidden introvert inside me screamed for help as I frantically looked behind my seat into the backseat to see my 3 other friends exchange knowing glances.

Of course, they were all in on it.

"Ro, lighten up! It'll be fun, just relax! Don't kick something until you've tried it." Layla winked, pulling the keys out of the ignition of her car to begin getting out.

So, this was why she forced me to wear whatever seductive clothing she had in her closet. Granted, it was nothing but a low-cut crop shirt with shorts, but I still felt out of place.

It was with reluctant pulls and pushes that my friends finally got me to get to the entrance of the club, other girls and women of various ages also entering the club entrance that beamed different colored lights from inside.

From what I could hear, there were female screams of excitement and hollers of encouragement.

At first, I wondered why it was so busy, but then, I remembered it was a Friday night.

"Alright, take a deep breath," Layla forced me to look her in the eyes, her club makeup shimmering underneath the club lights from outside. "And just let go. Have fun tonight, we're here for your birthday, okay?"

I had trouble seeing how any of this could be considered fun.

But, I had decided to give into Layla's philosophy : don't kick it before you try it..

I should've kicked it.

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Author's Note :

and so, our story begins!

this story will feature heavy mature content as it is considered erotic, more than my other books.

please, let me know what you think of this story so far!

there is SO much more to come!!

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