His Innocent Sera novel Chapter 7

Leaning against the front of his sleek red Ferrari, Nate exhaled a cloud of smoke into the air and watched it dissipate. Dressed in a black shirt and jeans, he embodied the untouchable rogue. A walking temptation shrouded in an aura of mystery—his presence commanded attention effortlessly. He remained unfazed by the girl gawking at him, drawn to the unspoken promise of thrill and danger in his cold, piercing eyes.

"The party was crazy. Girls from other schools had also come. You missed the fun," Dave, his best friend, told him. Nate simply blew another gust, unbothered.

"Why do you not attend parties? Girls were asking about you," Maxim asked, confused.

"I have better things to do than be a part of the circus you call "party," Nate answered dryly. He barely ever attended parties.

"Dude, you've no idea what you are missing. Girls are so easy there," Stuart crowed, a haze of alcohol still lingering in his eyes. Nate wasn't impressed.

"Easy has never been my preference," he stated, flicking the cigarette away.

"Nate," Gloria cooed, coming closer.

"Damn! She is hot. If I were you, I would have fucked her already," Maxim gushed, eyeing Gloria with lust.

"She doesn't do it for him," Dave replied with an eye roll. Maxim looked at Nate in disbelief.

"Really? Then who does it for him?......That mousy nerd?" Maxim joked, jerking his head towards Sera. Nate's gaze followed the motion and landed on her. His slave was quietly making her way towards the school building, head bowed, eyes trained on the ground. A mouse indeed.

"Come on! no man would touch her even with a ten-meter pole," Stuart scoffed. Maxim burst out laughing but Dave stole a glance at Nate.

Nate's gaze drifted to the boy who was heading straight toward her. She kept walking, unaware of it. They were about to collide. Nate watched, his fists tightening in a grip of frustration, his jaw locked with tension. Why the fuck she isn't looking up. A possessive urge to step in surged through him. But just before they were about to bump into each other, the boy raised his head, his eyes widening in surprise as he swiftly side-stepped, narrowly avoiding the collision.

Nate glared at her, irritation simmering beneath the surface.

"Hi there," Gloria purred coyly. Nate looked away only after Sera disappeared behind the door. His attention shifted to Gloria.

She stepped forward and placed a hand on his chest, "You haven't even wished me my birthday yet."

"Happy birthday," he said coldly, his hand brushing hers off his chest in a swift motion. Gloria ignored his cold response and continued.

"Today is my birthday party. You're the first person I am inviting," she remarked excitedly, offering him the invitation card. The card was decorated lavishly with intricate designs and embellishments that highlighted her love for grand gestures.

"I don't attend parties," he replied, his eyes now elsewhere. The frown on his face was subtle but unmistakable—he was done. Her face fell.

"Come on! Don't hurt me like this..." she whined, almost pleading. "Everybody thinks we are together. How would it look if you didn't come and everyone else does?" The muscles in his jaw ticked, his patience thinning with each high-pitched, whiny syllable she uttered.

He was about to tell her off when she said, "In fact, my uncle and his family are also coming," Gloria revealed, finally catching his interest.