The Bad Boy Has A Soft Spot

Chapter 7 It's Just Business

Roselia's POV

Please don't sit beside me. Please don't sit beside me. Please don't sit beside me. I prayed will all my faith to earn the universe's favor.

With no such luck, obviously.

"Boo." came a deep voice beside my ear as he sat down beside me, opening up his laptop. I could almost 100% guarantee it was corrupted with porn. I tensed beside him and mentally asked why the universe was never in my favor.

"Relax. I don't bite." Jasper claimed as he observed the lecture and wrote notes.

"Why don't you sit somewhere else like I don't know, the roof?" I looked at him, annoyed.

"I'll get wet from the rain."

Fair enough.

"It would've been better if you were struck by lightning so I never have to see you again." I rolled my eyes and started moving the pen on a piece of paper, writing down every bit of information the Tarpin dude said.

I hate business. I hate it mostly because I couldn't understand a single term. How significant was inflation and what did it have to do with my house being on fire? Chinese walls? Walls made from China? Why would it be shipped to America if it was so easy to build walls. Just bricks and cement.

The jerk eyed me from the corner of his eyes and opened the cap of his pen. A left-handed arm invaded my vision and wrote small explanations at each jargon, making it easier to understand. His hand was swift and graceful, like a calligrapher's but his handwriting? I'd give it an A-. It was cursive and hard to read but nonetheless, artistic. Deep in my heart, I felt like he was going to be a better doctor than I was with that handwriting.

Cursive... Wait a minute. Why did it look oddly familiar? It almost looked like Kyle's handwriting.

As I read through my notes once more, my eyes widened. It sorta makes sense. If I could reread the notes two more times, I was sure I could grasp the gist of this business stuff.

'Eureka!'

"Dropping on your knees yet?" He smirked.

"No." I seriously replied with no hint of humor. "Thanks." I whispered.

"You're welcome." He rested his arm on the table and with his fist rested on his temple to support his gigantic head.

I get the feeling I'm being watched but I didn't bother to look in his direction. I've heard about the rumors of his womanizer ways. I was never going to fall for that. Ever.

"Mr. Edwards." The Tarpin dude exclaimed and Jasper slowly looked to his direction. "Do you mind explaining to the entire class what hedge funds are?" Professor Tarpin held out a marker to him. With a sigh, Jasper stood up and strode to the bottom of the lecture hall, taking the marker to draw sketches.

His right hand and wrist showed the professionalism you would see on Leonardo Da Vinci's fingers. Wait, wasn't he left-handed just now?

The way he moved his hands on the whiteboard was slick and fast and before I even knew it, he wrote down the explanation and drew a graphical representation of what hedge funds were. He then gave back the marker to professor Tarpin.

"Very good, Mr. Edwards but I would like to hear your explanation in words." Professor Tarpin crossed his arms.

I heard a small cuss under his breath as he started. "So..." He moved back to the whiteboard and his back was facing the class. "Hedge funds are investments." He ran an underline at the bottom of the whiteboard on the word 'investments'. "In New York, it's significant because it accounts for almost half of the daily turnover on stock markets." He underlined another word at the center of the whiteboard. "It's an extremely risky investment, however." He underlined somewhere on the top of the whiteboard, revealing the black leather belt buckled around his hip. "Because they invest in failing businesses. Given the right time, opportunity and appropriate connections," He stood on the tip of his toes and stretched his body so that he reached the very top of the whiteboard "it could make a man very rich." The entire width of his leather belt was revealed and along with it, a tease of a delicious toned lower back...