Bent Over His Desk：The Principal's Dirty Secret - Chapter 6: Chapter 6
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Aren't You Married? Aren't You Afraid?
"I stopped caring about that plain wife of mine years ago."
Heat rushed to my cheeks, and I turned my face away—but he caught my chin, tilting it back toward him with a grin.
His kiss burned through me. I bit my lip, my heart hammering—what if the neighbors heard?
Then—CRASH.
The wardrobe flew open, making both Principal Lowell and me jump.
A figure emerged from the darkness, clad in all black—cap pulled low, mask obscuring his face.
My stomach dropped. A burglar.
Terror locked my limbs. I pressed closer to Lowell, my fingers digging into his arm.
The intruder's gaze pinned me in place. Only then did I realize—my clothes were barely clinging to me. God, I'm practically naked.
I lunged for my dress on the floor.
"Don't move."
The glint of a machete froze me mid-step. Moonlight caught its razor edge—one swing, and I'd be done for.
I stopped breathing.
Lowell looked just as stunned, his face slack—but he didn't move, eyes locked on the intruder.
The man tossed a coil of rope at my feet. "Tie him up. No funny business."
My hands shook as I picked it up, my eyes flickering to Lowell's. What now?
"I stopped caring about that plain wife of mine years ago."
Heat rushed to my cheeks, and I turned my face away—but he caught my chin, tilting it back toward him with a grin.
His kiss burned through me. I bit my lip, my heart hammering—what if the neighbors heard?
Then—CRASH.
The wardrobe flew open, making both Principal Lowell and me jump.
A figure emerged from the darkness, clad in all black—cap pulled low, mask obscuring his face.
My stomach dropped. A burglar.
Terror locked my limbs. I pressed closer to Lowell, my fingers digging into his arm.
The intruder's gaze pinned me in place. Only then did I realize—my clothes were barely clinging to me. God, I'm practically naked.
I lunged for my dress on the floor.
"Don't move."
The glint of a machete froze me mid-step. Moonlight caught its razor edge—one swing, and I'd be done for.
I stopped breathing.
Lowell looked just as stunned, his face slack—but he didn't move, eyes locked on the intruder.
The man tossed a coil of rope at my feet. "Tie him up. No funny business."
My hands shook as I picked it up, my eyes flickering to Lowell's. What now?
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