College, what a blast!

 Izak Smirked as he walked down the halls and the girls looked at him. One girl nearly lept from her lover’s arm into him, who could blame her, he, was lovely. Another swooned.
God did he love that, all those fresh young girls looking, no yearning, for him, it was only expected really. I mean with his longish black hair, hazel eyes that those girls fell into and just couldn’t swim out of, and suave moves who could blame the swooning masses?
“Izak, Izak please wait I have some information for you.” Mykal was tailing him again, that girl just couldn’t get enough of him could she?
“Yes Mykal.” He asked smoothly. Those pretty green eyes were full of lust for him, even if she hid it well; he knew it was there, she couldn’t really-not want him.
“The adults are said to be having a conference in the southern part of he ruins, I took it up with Davyd, he’s speaking with AnnaSophia about it, I thought you should know as well.” She told him briskly, always business with that girl. She pushed back a wisp of hair that had fallen loose from that god forsaken bun.
“Thank you, I really appreciate all that you do for me.” He told her in a smooth voice talking a closer step. He knew she was going to swoon, they all did when he turn on the charm.
“You’re quite welcome. I must be going though, good-day.” And she was gone.
She was so oblivious.
The only- well not the only, but the girl he really wanted and all she thought about all day was her facts and figures, it made him wish he was just a common person, maybe then she would notice him. But then again, he wouldn’t be as great as he was if he was a common man, but who could blame the other guys for trying to get to his level?
Izak smirked at yet another swooning girl as he turned from the spot Mykal brushed him off so rudely and headed to his rooms, he had plenty of girls falling at his feet and he was feeling down, maybe today he would give one of them a lucky break before his dinner with the others.
He gave a-not-so-sweet smile to the Idea as he walked into his small home, well not to small, be it was no larger than any other non-family man. And kicked off his shoes, then pulled on the cord connecting to the operator.
“Hello, operating room.” The funny guy in the operator’s booth answered.
“Dr. Dork, connect me with Bridgette Anthes.” Izak told him with the same commanding tone he used on his troops.
“Yessir.” The boy slurred as he put Izak through. Izak smiled as he heard Bridgette’s voice on the other end of the cord line.
“Hello, Bridgette here.” Her voice was like honey, Izak knew all of Bridgette by memory, and he knew it well. She was not a whore, well not a common one anyway, anytime he called she came running though, she loved him, even if he didn’t feel the same for her, and she knew he never would.
“Hello Doll.” Izak’s voice came through the phone and he could feel Bridgette’s mood. She was ecstatic, he was hers again, depending how you looked at it.