Chapter 931: Chapter 931 Assess
With a quiet sigh, Nina turned away and left the room, closing the door gently behind her.
Out in the hallway, the silence felt heavier than it should have.
Her heels clicked against the floor as she walked slowly, lost in thought.
Why am I even bothered by this? she asked herself, her mind circling around what she had just seen.
Zack was kind, protective, admired by everyone in school.
He had status, looks, and the perfect athlete’s body.
But the moment she saw what he had been hiding, doubts had begun to creep in.
She hated herself for even thinking that way, but she couldn’t deny it either.
Her thoughts wandered to the future.
If Zack couldn’t satisfy her... if intimacy was always going to be something he avoided, hidden behind excuses, what would that mean for them?
Could she spend years, maybe even the rest of her life, suppressing her own desires?
The idea sent a shiver down her spine.
Nina hugged her arms around herself as she walked through the dimly lit corridor.
She had always thought she knew what she wanted in a man: strength, ambition, loyalty.
Zack had those things.
But now, she realized there was another layer—something primal, physical, a hunger she had never dared to acknowledge until now.
She bit her lip, frustrated.
Am I shallow for thinking like this? she wondered. Or... am I just being honest with myself for the first time?
Little did Nina know, the answers she sought weren’t going to come from long hours of soul-searching.
Fate had its own cruel, intoxicating plans for her.
Sooner than she could imagine, she would meet Ross Oakley—the man whose very presence radiated dominance, whose smile carried danger, and whose hunger matched her own secret, unspoken desires.
And when their paths crossed, Nina’s carefully constructed world would come crashing down in ways she could never have prepared for.
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The weekend arrived, and with it, the long-awaited football game.
The sun was high, the air buzzing with the kind of nervous energy only rivalry could create.
"Go! Beat them to death!"
"Show no mercy!"
"Crush them to pieces!"
The stands shook with the chants of students, the roars of both colleges competing to out-scream each other.
What was supposed to be a simple friendly practice game had turned into something much more.
With both schools based in the same city, pride and reputation were on the line, and neither side was willing to give an inch.
Every tackle, every sprint, every play carried the weight of hundreds of eager eyes.
Yet, as intense as the match was, a different spectacle suddenly began to steal the spotlight.
"Wait—look over there!" one student gasped, nudging her friend.
Heads turned as the unmistakable sound of a roaring engine cut through the noise of the crowd.
A sleek, polished sports car glided to a stop right beside the stadium, its glossy paint reflecting the sunlight like a jewel on display.
The luxury vehicle alone was enough to draw attention, but the anticipation of who was inside made the crowd lean forward in curiosity.
"Wow! That’s Carrie Morton’s boyfriend finally stepping out of that ride!" a girl shrieked, her voice nearly drowned out by the whispers and murmurs spreading like wildfire.
The car door swung open, and out he came. Tall, broad-shouldered, and effortlessly confident, he looked like he belonged more on a billboard than in a parking lot.
His presence alone seemed to bend the air around him, drawing stares from every corner.
"He’s huge..." someone breathed, eyes wide in disbelief.
Another student smirked, already gossiping. "Yeah, and I bet he’s just as big where it really counts. Carrie really scored herself a jackpot."
The game on the field momentarily lost its importance as dozens of eyes shifted away from the players to the man outside the car.
Even students from the rival college couldn’t help but whisper among themselves.
For a brief moment, it felt as though the roar of the crowd wasn’t for the football teams at all—but for him.
Carrie, sitting pretty in the stands, couldn’t hide the smug little smile tugging at her lips.
She didn’t need to say a word; the looks of envy around her said everything.
Most of the students from her campus had their eyes glued to Carrie, whispers passing from mouth to mouth, and the same could be said for Zack and Nina.
Nina noticed the way Zack’s focus slipped, his attention no longer on the field but drifting in Carrie’s direction.
His gaze lingered on the tall figure standing beside her.
Nina frowned, curiosity piqued. She followed his line of sight and studied the man as well.
Who was he?
She squinted, trying to make out his features, but the effort was pointless.
A hat shaded his face, and dark glasses obscured his eyes, making his identity impossible to pin down.
He looked like he belonged to another world altogether, someone who carried both wealth and power in the way he moved, but beyond that, he was a mystery.
Under normal circumstances, everyone would have recognized him instantly.
Ross Oakley’s face had been plastered across news outlets, magazines, and broadcasts all over the globe.
He wasn’t just well known—he was a phenomenon, a walking headline, a man whose every move attracted attention.
But right now? Not a single soul in the crowd had the faintest clue.
Ross had taken precautions. With a flicker of subtle sorcery, he had wrapped himself in an illusion so fine-tuned that no human eye could pierce it.
The spell wasn’t dramatic or showy—it was simple, elegant, designed to bend perception just enough so that those who looked his way would see nothing more than an ordinary stranger.
Not in a million years would they ever guess that Carrie’s boyfriend was Ross Oakley.
Truthfully, he didn’t even need the hat or glasses.
The magic alone was more than enough to mask his true self.
Yet Ross insisted on the disguise, not out of necessity, but out of foresight.