Chapter 21

Yrene's PoV

"For the hundredth time Mishy, no, I am not going to take off the blazer. After all it was your decision to let me style this myself. So let me." I give her a glare, silencing her attempts and pleas to make me take off the blazer.

Defeated, she sighs and lets me do my thing; I put on my short black Chanel blazer on top of the White silk tank top she'd made me wear, I would have loved to wear it as it was but the condition of my raw and scarred arms didn't allow this.

Under my straight, georgette business pants I donned black classic Tory ballerina flats; I told an eager Michelle to straighten my black hair and put it in a slick ponytail with a side parting and she did so with immense speed and talent.

She handed over my Gucci cat eye sunglasses for added measure as I applied the same shade of Smashbox blood maroon to my lips. If you haven't guessed it by now I'll say it in simpler words, my parents were filthy rich; it hadn't always been so, they were rich but not as rich as they were now like Forbes' richest family of the decade list , not even till after I was born but they had worked extremely hard for the money we now possessed.

Henceforth, I had always gotten what I wanted, when I wanted and how I wanted due to credit cards being at my disposal, however since the money came into our lives my parents became increasingly busy and their values changed from family to money.

Soon enough my siblings and I became mere pawns in their dominion of wealth and power, harsh, right?

Appeased by my look, I grab my bag and tell Ross I am ready, skipping breakfast as usual.

All it took was for me to walk through the school doors for all the boys to drool over me like they had been ever since I had lost all that weight but I couldn't bring myself to give a shit about them because they were the same people that had given hell to me for my body.

The girls, most of them, turned envious glances towards me, naturally, because I was wearing one of the most expensive designers and carried around like it was no big deal. Ha! Perks of being bred in the house of famous fashion designers and textile company owners.

It wasn't long before thoughts of Mr. Drew began to cloud my head as I saw him walking into his office; he was dressed very smartly and the grey button down with rolled up sleeves somehow really brought out his eyes. I tore my gaze away from his toned ass as I unlocked my locker.

"Girl.... You look fine!"

"Yeah Katie isn't lying, babe you look hotter than the sun. By the way I'm stealing that silk tank top as soon as you're taking it off."

"What is so special about it anyways? It's just a skimpy piece of low cut fabric, in fact too low for my liking, Yr please button up the blazer, I can see your cleavage which means most of the other boys can too."

At this Katie, Aileen and I turn to glare at Joss which make him look like a cat caught in the headlights. Katie, the fierce momma bear that she was, answers him with a scowl,

"First of all Joss we can wear whatever the fuck we want and you can accept that. And second of all, that piece of clothing costs more than your entire wardrobe, so shut up and stop objectifying us women."

As if struck by lightening Joss stands there with his mouth hanging open and attempts to mumble something about his wardrobe being comfortable and not having said anything about objectifying women."

Nonetheless, soon they get over it and Joss with his big arms side hugs the three of us as we make our way to class. Bear, as usual gives me a look of disapproval at my clothing, specifically the low cut front and I was glad that there were no scarves around or I'd have surely been wrapped in one by now.

Before we could get a chance for our usual talk after class Bear was called to a department meeting and I was once more stuck alone for my two free lessons before maths, my last class. Yay more time for me to think about Mr. Drew. Ugh! I goran internally.

I was making my way out of class searching through my handbag for my eyesight glasses when I crashed into what seemed to be a hard wall, when I looked up it was like de ja vu. His hands wrapped around my waist, his papers scattered and the spectacles that covered his molten milk chocolate nd gold eyes slipping off the bridge of his nose.

Ladies and gentlemen, my clumsy ass had crashed into none other than Mr. Drew himself. Again.

"Hello Yrene. I must be lucky today because I was actually going out to look for you"

Me? Why was he looking for me? I can think little else except the fact that his arms had still imprisoned me resulting in heat and fire coursing through my veins. Damn these stupid feelings! Before I can further make a fool of myself I choked out subtly,

"Why?"

"We need to talk. That's why. Don't be too shocked, I looked through your schedule at the main office and know you had double free before my lesson. So come on."

Fucking idiot. Who the hell did he think he was, ordering me around like that? And most of all why did he care so much about everything?

Without voicing my thoughts I, immediately realising that I have no choice because he will force me anyways, follow him into his office, after he has collected his papers from the ground.