Damaged Beyond Repair by Kashmira Kamat (KittyKash) (motivational novels txt) 📕
But, that's where the problems only begin.
Alana Hayes has everything worked out when she transfers to the university; Sassy and strong, she just wanted to get through college, but finds herself falling head over heels in love with the professor.
Rowan Masters is anything but normal. He is sexy and he knows it. The ladies adore him from afar as they know there's something hiding behind those mocha eyes. He is good with keeping appearances, but Alana sees through the tough exterior. And although she knows that her growing admiration for the professor is wrong, she is ready to unveil past secrets and lies.
Are there any redeeming quantities in him or is he damaged beyond repair?
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"Oh God, Rowan, baby, please don't keep saying that." I went into his arms, "You're worth all the love. You deserve much more than I can give you."
I fit so perfectly in his arms, like we were a missing piece that was yet to attach. He caressed my back, softly, drawing slow circles, "If you ever even think about leaving me, I'll come back and find you because I'm a selfish man. And I want you all for myself."
"I'm not going anywhere." I promised, pressing my face harder into his neck, smelling his sweet musk scent.
Rowan began playing with my hair, his fingers doing and undoing my curls, "I want to be the kind of man; my daughter can date with and clearly I'm far from that right now."
It was the melt-my-heart lines again that made me hug him even harder.
"Rowan Benjamin Masters, I'm lucky to be standing by your side and you have a heart of gold."
"And that heart is yours."
I can forget anything else but not the sparkle of admiration and the confidence that glimmered in his mocha eyes. The Hope again, that maybe I was all he'd ever want.
****
The usual Masters family gathered around the table for breakfast, excluding Gary Masters who was running ahead of schedule and Rowan who had 'grabbed for a toast before bolting out the door' for his daily gym routine (his mom's words, not mine) and Dwight was in his room doing god knows what which left me with only Claire, Mrs. Masters and Kyo on the large family sized dining table eating away hot pancakes with maple syrup, the fork and spoon clanking, being the only noise filling the silence, definitely did not constitute as a fun breakfast. I had a feeling the men in the family were avoiding each other for a reason.
"Does Dwight live in this house?" I didn't know why that question popped in my mouth.
"Well, Dwight moved out three years ago, said he couldn't live off of my father's income though he works for him. I have no idea if that makes sense to you but anyway, one fine lucky day, he grabbed his baggage full of nuisance and said, 'I'm gonna go live alone, far from you guys' and I remember throwing a big party that night but then my happiness was short lived after he buzzed the following evening, telling us he lived just one mile from our house. That's as far as he goes." Claire said, pouring herself another cup of coffee, "That's bad karma for me."
I had small talk with Mrs. Masters about my parents, my grades and other not so important stuff and then she excused herself when she was done with her breakfast. That left me with Claire and the sushi guy, who didn't give a hay about my parents or my grades and seemed too busy hatching a plan on how he could grab the last piece of croissant. His face turned sour when Claire took it.
I eyed my own, "Kyo, I'm kinda full. Do you want this one?"
He grabbed it off my plate, "Aarigato Gozaimasu."
He beamed at me, like I'd offered him the other half of my property share, "You're welcome."
"I was expecting some screaming yesterday, y'know, but then I heard some entirely different noises from your room. Wall-banging." she winked at me, her lips pulled back in a coy smile, "I went back upstairs to bed with large sized cotton balls ear plug-ins."
I flushed. God. She had just put it bluntly there. I might as well tease her back, "Yeah, couldn't help it. Rowan is that good."
I lied. We never even had sex. Well, there were things that could lead to an orgasm, but it wasn't the ultimate. I was still a virgin.
Claire began shooing her hands at me with mock disgust, "Gross. You're killing my appetite."
"I want to know more about Rowan."
"Alana, as much as I'd love to answer your questions, I wouldn't be much help when it comes to understanding Rowan on a personal level, so if you're looking for some deep conversations over him, then I suggest you seek the Dwight information center because while Rowan spent most of his time lighting the house on fire, I used to lock myself in my room and the duo, Dwight and Drew ran after him with a fire extinguisher." Claire forked another pancake, "I know Dwight is a real asshole but he can help you with whatever's running through your mind."
"Thanks Claire, I'll make sure I do that the minute I've cleared my plate." I took a sip of my hot turned cold coffee. It tasted like shit.
"You're supposed to see him right now because if Rowan saw you speak with Dwight, he might blow a major gasket, not to mention, we would need to find cover. He would be here within an hour, so you'll have to make it quick." She snapped her fingers for emphasis.
It's like she attached a freakin' time bomb on my butt, I left my seat and my unfinished breakfast, "So which way is Dwight's room?"
"First floor, the door on your right." She pointed in the general direction of the staircase, "And if I see Romeo coming, I'll text you right away."
"You got my back"
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