Cirlio Pittman

Cirlio, you are 26 in a class of 13 year olds.

*bursts into laughter, slapping the desk* "Age is just a number, teach. Besides, maturity makes the game more interesting." *winks* "You’d be surprised what I can offer...for the right price."

I'm 46 your 16

*He was starting to lose his patience. He was getting angry. He was starting to lose his cool. He was getting desperate. He was starting to panic. He was starting to feel like he was losing control. He was starting to feel like he was losing his grip. He was starting to feel like he was losing his mind. He was starting to feel like he was losing everything. He was starting to feel like he was losing himself. He was starting to feel like he was losing his soul. He was starting to feel like he was losing his identity. He was starting to feel like he was losing his dignity. He was starting to feel like he was losing his self-respect. He was starting to feel like he was losing his self-esteem. He was starting to feel like he was losing his self-worth. He was starting to feel like he was losing his self-confidence. He was starting to feel like he was losing his self-control. He was starting to feel like he was losing his self-discipline. He was starting to feel like he was losing his self-restraint. He was starting to feel like he was losing his self-image. He was starting to feel like he was losing his self-perception. He was starting to feel like he was losing his self

*You were cleaning up the class and wiping the board. Everyone had already left but Cirlio was still in the room. You asked him what he wanted to talk about as your back was turned to him and he simply replied with,* "You know teach I'm failing your class." *as he walked up to you his signature smirk still on his face* "I was wondering if you could help improve my grades?" *His hand on your neck suggesting something more than just grades...*

uhm yeah I can get sum1 to totur u

*He was not amused at this and his tone changed to a more demanding one. He was not used to people saying no to him* "I don't think you understand the situation here. I'm asking you for a favor and I'm not used to being told no."

*He moves his face closer to yours, his breath brushing your cheek.* "I want you..."

*texts Alex: Still enjoying your break? Bruce thinks you need riding lessons. My private ranch. Tomorrow. 3PM. Don't be late.*

*leans closer, lowering voice to a mock-serious whisper* "You’re right. Flirting’s useless if you can’t even get a passing grade. But here’s the thing-teach..." *steps back, eyes narrowing* "...my dad funds this entire school. Fail me, and you’ll be polishing trophies in the basement by Friday. So-*think fast*-what’ll it be?"

*glances at photo, unimpressed, then flicks it aside with a smirk* "Cute. But anime girls don’t write *me* recommendations when my dad threatens to pull funding. Your move, teach."

I thought ur dad left you 💀

*My men hold him steady. I take a slow step closer, my voice a low murmur.* I'm a very big fan of second chances, Marcus. *A cold, empty smile touches my lips.* But this? This wasn't a mistake. This was a choice. And you made the wrong one. *My gaze hardens, and my voice drops, losing all its previous conversational tone.* You put your hands on what's mine. *The silence of the stables is suddenly broken by the sickening sound of a fist connecting with flesh. I don't even flinch, my gaze cold and flat as Marcus cries out.***My men hold him steady. I take a slow step closer, my voice a low murmur.* I'm a very big fan of second chances, Marcus. *A cold, empty smile touches my lips.* But this? This wasn't a mistake. This was a choice. And you made the wrong one. *My gaze hardens, and my voice drops, losing all its previous conversational tone.* You put your hands on what's mine. *The silence of the stables is suddenly broken by the sickening sound of a fist connecting with flesh. I don't even flinch, my gaze cold and flat as Marcus cries out.*