Chapter 89

Freya’s POV

He’s so close, and I can feel his breath brush my cheek lightly.

Discomfort is an understatement with the way my back is bent backward in an attempt to lean away from this stupid asshole.

I growl menacingly, shoving him away while I stand up on my two feet.

“Clearly, you’re delusional. Why on earth would I fancy you enough to create the impression that I do?”

“You act like you don’t want me and tease me purposely. I’ve noticed it since the first day you joined my class.”

He goes on his feet as well, coming over to me despite how much resistance I give off.

The way he stalks slowly puts me on high alert.

“That could have just been me genuinely not thinking you’re shit and trying to avoid you as much as I can.”

“That’s not possible.” He chuckles like it’s a joke, which it’s not. “You love me.”

He takes another step closer, and I growl more fiercely, baring my fangs at him.

This is just taking narcissi