On my seventh day tutoring Tyler Sterling, I dreamed of the future. In the dream, two years later, Tyler would pin my wrists down. He would press me against his desk and kiss me senseless. Startled awake, I didn't know how to tell Tyler about this. Because right now, he was coldly telling his friends about me: "I hate Olivia. If every other woman in the world died, I still wouldn't like her." 1 The first time I met Tyler, I knew he was trouble. I stood at the door of the Sterling family's mansion and knocked: "Hello, I'm the new tutor." No answer. The door was slightly ajar, so I pushed it open. By the time I realized something was wrong, it was too late. A bucket of water fell from above, soaking me to the bone. Immediately after, I heard the arrogant laughter of several young people: "Look, she fell for it!" "Chloe, that was a great idea." The girl named Chloe raised her head, proud as a peacock. But she ignored everyone else. She just looked up toward the second floor: "Tyler, was that awesome or what?" A boy stood on the second-floor landing. I have to admit, I've never seen such a beautiful boy. Pale, striking. When he looked down, there was a trace of rebellious arrogance in his eyes. His thin lips curled into a cold smirk, and he said, "Boring." 2 "Are you Tyler Sterling?" I asked. "Yeah." "Are these your friends?" "Yeah." I pulled out a tissue and wiped my face: "I'm the live-in tutor your dad just hired for you. My name is Olivia Miller. You can call me Ms. Miller, or just Olivia." Tyler let out a soft scoff. He clearly didn't accept my presence. But I wasn't angry at all, even though my hair was dripping wet. I walked with steady steps up to the second floor. The laughter around me died down. "What's going on? Why isn't she crying?" "She must be in shock." "Holy crap, she's actually going inside. Didn't the last few tutors run away crying immediately..." I walked straight up to Tyler: "Thank you and your friends for the welcome gift. I've prepared a little surprise for you too." I unscrewed the cap of my Yeti thermos. And poured the entire thing over Tyler's head. Every last drop. Tyler was stunned. 3 Not only was Tyler stunned. His rich, snobby friends were also dumbfounded. The mansion fell dead silent. Chloe was the first to shriek: "Are you crazy?! How dare you do that to Tyler? Do you know that someone like you, a broke college student, the Sterling family could crush you like a bug!" "Oh, almost forgot about you." I picked up my soaking wet canvas tote bag and hurled it hard. It hit the little princess, Chloe, squarely. I knew who she was. The heiress to the Vance Corporation. Her family was as wealthy as the Sterlings, and she grew up with Tyler. Rumor had it they might end up in an arranged marriage. But none of that had anything to do with me. I was here to be a tutor, not a slave. Whoever bullied me, I hit back. Chloe had never suffered such an indignity and started screaming. I simply pulled out my phone and started recording a video. "What are you doing!" "Letting Chairman Sterling see who's interfering with his son's tutoring." Chloe shut her mouth in panic. She knew her family's business still needed the Sterling Group's support; she was terrified of the Chairman. "If there's nothing else, I'm going to unpack my luggage." I turned back to Tyler. He was now just like me, his hair completely wet, water dripping down. After three seconds of silence, the corners of his mouth suddenly curled up: "What was your name again?" "Olivia Miller." "I'll remember you." "You better not forget." 4 Tyler was four years younger than me. He was a certified slacker; his SAT score was a solid 800. A score that perfectly matched his vibe. Chairman Sterling wanted to send him abroad, so he sought out top tutors to help him with his English and SAT prep. At first, they hired native speakers. Unfortunately, Tyler was too unruly and chased them all away. Out of desperation, the job finally fell to me. Although I was still a student, I had aced my SATs and was top of my class as an English major. It was summer break, and the dorms were closed. To make the daily tutoring more convenient, I had to move in and live with Tyler. That afternoon. I walked past Tyler's game room. The door wasn't fully closed. The conversation was crystal clear. "Ty, this new tutor is pretty interesting." "She's also pretty hot, hehe." "Are you blind?" Chloe was in a terrible mood. "She reeks of poverty, and you call that hot?" "Yeah, yeah, she's nothing compared to you, Chloe. I bet she won't last the month before she quits." Tyler, who hadn't chimed in, suddenly spoke up: "I bet three days." 5 I soon learned why Tyler was so confident. He indeed came up with a terrible idea. The next evening. According to the schedule, I went to Tyler's room for his lesson. He wasn't at his desk, but the sound of the shower came from the bathroom. I asked, "Are you showering?" "Yeah, almost done." "Then I'll come back later." "Wait a minute," Tyler was unusually polite. "I forgot to grab a towel. It's on the bed; could you please hand it to me?" He stuck a hand out through the crack in the door. I noticed his pinky finger looked limp, as if the bone was broken. I didn't think much of it and turned to grab the towel: "This gray one? Catch—" I didn't even finish my sentence. Tyler suddenly grabbed my wrist. And yanked me completely inside. The bathroom was filled with steam. Tyler was shirtless, a towel loosely wrapped around his waist. He wasn't even twenty yet, the prime age for loving all sorts of sports. Therefore, even if he didn't have a gym habit, He was lean and evenly muscled, with lines that were ridiculously good-looking. I was somewhat dazed by his good looks. Suddenly, there was a knock on the outside door. The housekeeper said, "Young Master, the fruit is washed. I'm bringing it in." I instantly understood Tyler's intention: "You deliberately had the housekeeper bring fruit at this time so she would catch me 'barging into' your bathroom, right?" Tyler said, "You're very smart. "The housekeeper will tell your parents, and then they'll replace me. "Yes. Do you like this second gift?" "Thank you, I love it." Tyler smiled, thinking his plan had succeeded. But the next second. I reached out and touched his chest: "Then I won't hold back." 6 Tyler froze completely. He absolutely hadn't expected this. The pads of my fingers gently caressed him. From his chest muscles all the way down. Along with the water droplets that hadn't been dried yet, sliding down to his abs, and then to his V-line. My fingernails occasionally grazed his skin. Tyler would tremble as a conditioned reflex. His youthful body had a unique leanness. But without lacking the power of an adult male. It was a perfectly balanced sexiness. Below the V-line, he was wrapped in the towel. With a little force, the towel would fall off. Tyler was still in a daze, but his body had already given an honest reaction. For example, ears red as blood. And then, under the towel... "Tyler, do you want me to help you change into a new towel?" My voice was very soft. Just like a feather tickling him. At this moment, the housekeeper outside was getting anxious: "Young Master? Are you not in the room? Then I'm coming in..." "Don't come in!" Tyler blurted out. The housekeeper had just pushed the bedroom door open, but quickly closed it again: "I left the fruit at the door. I'll go back to work." The footsteps gradually faded away. Only then did I let go of him and resume my cold demeanor: "Trying to play games with me? Did you really think I was a pushover?" 7 After this battle, Tyler's anger toward me reached its peak. There were many reasons for his anger. For example, shooting himself in the foot. Or, because I pulled away so quickly, leaving him standing there looking stupid. I even heard him tell his friends: "Before, I didn't know what kind of girls I hated the most. "Now I know. It's the Olivia kind. "Saying I'm playing hard to get? Screw that! If every other woman in the world died, I still wouldn't like her!" Fortunately, he quieted down for a few days and didn't provoke me again. The unexpected happened on the night of the seventh day. I went to sleep as usual. But I had a very strange dream. In the dream, there was another me, pinned against a desk by Tyler. It was the very desk where I tutored him every day. With one hand, he unbuttoned my shirt. With the other hand... well, it's hard to describe. "Olivia, I've wanted to do this for two years," he panted, his voice low and needy. "Kiss me, please?" I watched all this in stunned silence. There was a calendar on the desk. The date was: April 2026. Two years later? Could it be... I was dreaming of the future? The scene shifted, and the time became August 2026. The setting moved to a bed. The twenty-year-old Tyler had an even better body than now. The lighting was dim, reflecting a rhythmic rise and fall. Sweat dripped from his forehead: "Olivia, look at me. I'm your good boy. Don't leave me again, okay?" He was as devout as a believer, begging like that. I couldn't bear to watch such a steamy scene anymore. I woke up with a start. My heart was pounding wildly in my chest. It was just a dream, it's fine. I comforted myself and pushed the dream to the back of my mind. 8 The next morning. Tyler usually slept until noon. But today, he was actually sitting on the sofa staring blankly at eight o'clock. He had dark circles under his eyes and looked like he hadn't slept well. I greeted him calmly: "You're up early." He jumped up from the sofa as if he'd seen a monster: "You... you..." "What are you stuttering for? Spit it out." "I could never like you, and I could never beg you like that." "Psycho!" I looked him up and down. His tongue was tied, his ears bright red. Unlike his usual arrogant demeanor. A bit weird. I threw a vocabulary book at him: "If you have too much free time, go memorize words." For the next few days. I kept dreaming of scenes that seemed to be from the future. And they all involved Tyler. The 2026 me had a respectable job, wearing a white button-up and a pencil skirt every day. The Tyler in the dream seemed to really like that outfit. He would always slowly unbutton my shirt. Sometimes with his hands, sometimes with his teeth. And then slowly kiss the exposed skin. Conversely, in reality— Tyler avoided me like the plague. He even faked being sick to get out of classes, asking for consecutive days off. If you lie too much, it becomes true. On the weekend, Tyler got his wish and fell ill. He had a high fever of 102 degrees, was delirious, and couldn't get out of bed. As luck would have it, the housekeeper was off today, so it was just the two of us in the mansion. Out of concern for his safety, I called Chairman Sterling. Before I could even finish describing his symptoms, the Chairman interrupted me: "Just let him lie there for a few days and he'll be fine. You don't need to report to me when he gets sick in the future." I was slightly stunned: "Aren't you going to take him to the hospital?" "There's no need." I heard someone yell "Nice shot!" in the background. The Chairman was playing golf. I said, "Then how about you come see him after your game?" "I'm very busy." The Chairman was polite yet distant: "Ms. Miller, just let him fend for himself." "How can you say that?" "He's not my only son. As the most disappointing one, I've been patient enough with him." I suddenly didn't know what to say. "Did you notice his broken left pinky?" the Chairman asked abruptly. "I saw it." "I broke it." 9 "...What?" I almost lost my voice. "When Tyler was little, he lied about being sick to trick me into coming home to see him. I'm so busy, where do I have the time to play these little games with him? So, I broke his pinky to teach him a lesson." The Chairman's laugh revealed a sense of pride: "After that, he behaved and never told that kind of lie again. "It's just a broken pinky, it doesn't affect his life. Look, isn't he alive and kicking now?" ... A chill spread through my entire body. I think I understood. Why Tyler's personality was so awful. Growing up in such an environment, it would be weird if he weren't twisted. I stood at the door of his room, looking at the suffering Tyler. It was as if I saw my younger self. I was just like him. No one cared, stumbling along, figuring out how to grow up all alone. I decided to pour a glass of water and tell him to get up and take some medicine. A flush was spread across Tyler's face today. He looked a little sweet. I couldn't help but reach out and pinch his cheek. It felt great, soft, like a stress ball. Tyler groaned, but didn't resist. He probably didn't have the energy. After he took the medicine, I finally let go, satisfied, and prepared to leave. Tyler suddenly grabbed me: "Olivia." "What did you call me?" Is his brain fried from the fever? Didn't he say he would never beg me? Immediately after, Tyler rested his entire head on my shoulder, his breathing scorching hot: "What year is it today? Olivia, you're in my dream again. "If you're not talking, do you want to feel me at 102 degrees?" Saying that, he grabbed my hand and placed it on the hottest part of his entire body...
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