Once, my paranoid love

Ron’s unwelcome presence, laced with inappropriate familiarity, cast a shadow over the room. He moved closer to me, a grin on his face, as he sought my attention.

“Are you ignoring me, honey?” he asked, his words dripping with arrogance. He reached out, his fingers tangling in my hair and rolling it. My patience wore thin, and I responded with fury, swatting his hand away.

“You have no right to touch me,” I retorted, my voice firm and unwavering. The memories of his past actions, the violation he had attempted, were still fresh in my mind, and I refused to tolerate his advances.

Ron, seemingly undeterred by my rebuke, continued with his inappropriate advances. “Is my honey mad at me?” he asked, his tone mocking and insincere.

Eva, who had been a silent witness to the exchange, finally intervened. “Ron, get out of here!” she demanded, her frustration evident in her tone.

But Ron, far from being chastened, redirected his attention to me with a mocking remark. “I’m not talking to you. What are you doing here, anyway? Are you planning to give me your lovely friend once more?” His words were laced with condescension and a disturbing sense of entitlement.

Eva, exasperated by his behavior, couldn’t help but raise her voice. “Ron!” she yelled, her anger and disappointment evident.

Ron, undeterred, continued to taunt and provoke. “Relax and don’t be envious. I swear I’ll give you enough time, but it’ll be after Elena,” he declared, his gaze fixated on me, his intentions unmistakable.

I felt an overwhelming desire to slap him, to put an end to his unwelcome advances and disrespectful behavior. The room’s atmosphere had shifted, and students had begun to take notice of the escalating confrontation.

As the confrontation with Ron unfolded, the surrounding students couldn’t help but involve themselves in the drama, whispering and speculating about the situation. Their hushed conversations cast a dark cloud over the room, and the rumor mill began to churn.

One voice piped up, initiating the gossip. “Didn’t Eva try to make Ron her boyfriend?” The words were laden with judgment, as if accusing Eva of pursuing a romantic connection with Ron.

Another chimed in with further insinuations. “I heard she even slept with him once,” their tone suggesting a scandalous affair that may or may not have happened.

Curiosity seemed to lead to another question, this one regarding me. “And now, what’s up with Elena?” The uninvited attention on my life was unsettling, as if my choices were subject to public scrutiny.

In the midst of the gossip, Ron seized the opportunity to give me a sly grin, reveling in the attention and drama. The situation was not only causing me distress but also casting suspicion on my dear friend Eva for no justifiable reason.

Ron continued to press, his voice softening as he leaned in close to my ear. “Elena, as you can see, there is already a lot of buzz about us. As a result, you lowered your voice,” he whispered insidiously, suggesting that our actions were being observed and dissected.

Before Ron could take things any further, he was suddenly interrupted by a new presence. A tall man appeared, anger etched across his features as he confronted Ron. “What are you doing, man?” he demanded, his voice firm and authoritative.

Ron, taken aback by this unexpected intervention, responded with a frown. “Who the hell are you?” he retorted, his arrogance unshaken.

The newcomer offered a simple yet definitive answer. “I’m her bodyguard,” he declared, making his protective role clear. Without hesitation, he used his physical strength to push Ron to the ground.

Ron, recovering from the unexpected shove, stood up with arched brows, a mixture of defiance and curiosity in his expression. The sudden intrusion of a bodyguard had disrupted the confrontation, and the room fell into a momentary silence.

The unexpected intrusion of the bodyguard had brought with it a momentary calm in the midst of the turmoil. His reassurance offered a glimmer of security and protection in the face of Ron’s unwarranted advances.

“Ma’am, don’t worry,” he assured me, his tone calm and steady. “Sir told me to stay with you at all times.”

Ron, who had been taunting and mocking me, couldn’t resist taking another jab. “Ma’am,” he chuckled, the condescending tone in his voice ever-present.

His words stung, and I felt a surge of anger and frustration. Ron was relentless in his attempts to belittle and insult me, and I had reached a breaking point. I had no tolerance for his derogatory comments and inappropriate behavior.

“Did you find a sugar daddy?” Ron asked, his laughter filling the room as if my life choices were there to be mocked and ridiculed.

I couldn’t take any more of Ron’s insults and insinuations. I had been through enough, and the weight of my past experiences had only grown heavier. I decided it was time to take action, to stand up for myself and put an end to his offensive behavior.

In a moment of defiance, I raised my hand and delivered a resounding slap to Ron’s left cheek. The sound of the impact reverberated through the room, silencing everyone in its wake. Ron, his hand instinctively moving to the spot where I had struck him, was taken aback by the sudden turn of events.

“I’m not saying anything,” I began, my voice unyielding and filled with resolve, “but that doesn’t make me a wimp. If you try to touch me or Eva, my bodyguard will cut you down.” I issued a clear and unwavering threat, making it abundantly clear that I would not tolerate any further harassment or intimidation.

The room remained hushed, the tension palpable.

Ron, his once-confident demeanor now wavering, stood in stunned silence as I boldly confronted him. His attempts to demean and belittle me had come to a sudden halt, replaced by a stark realization of the gravity of his actions.

“I didn’t seduce you; you were the one who tried to rape me. You trapped Eva,” I asserted, my voice unwavering as I recounted the disturbing incident.

The revelation sent shockwaves through the room, leaving those who had been gossiping and speculating in disbelief. A sudden hush fell over the crowd, and the truth began to emerge, shedding light on the reality of the situation.

“Oh my God, is that true? And, as you can see, the girls are drooling over him,” one of the onlookers commented, his words reflecting the shifting sentiments in the room.Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.