Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Insane shit.
“Well, my father said you would let me…” Jordan’s annoying voice brings me back to the present and the fact that I don’t bow to anyone. I had my meeting, and now I need to go back to work.
“Are you willing to give up all your free time for this project?” I stare at him as his phone vibrates.
“Well, when you say all my free time, what do you mean?” He rubs his hands up and down his legs and reaches for the phone in his pocket. “Let me just turn this off.”
“Josh?” I yell, watching him look down at his phone, a small smile on his lips, as I feel that irrational jealousy flow through me. I don’t even know if it’s her, but the thought of Alex texting him pisses me off.
“Yeah, Dean?” Josh pokes his head in.
“Do you have a girlfriend?” I take a breath because I can’t punch a student. I’ll never hear the end of it from my brother.
“Um, no…” Josh looks at me, then Jordan, confused.
“And are you in a fraternity? Out partying all the time?”
“No.” He walks in and smiles, suddenly understanding what I’m doing. It’s why he’s my right-hand man.
“Thank you.” I nod and stand, pointing at where he exited. “That is what I’m talking about. I’ve seen you with Ms. Carter, and I know you’re in a frat. Which is fine, just not the dedication that I seek in a new team member.” His face turns red as he stands.
“Are you really saying no? You can’t be serious?” He looks around as if the room can help him.
“Do you understand who my dad is?” he snaps, looking like he might throw himself on the floor and have a tantrum.
And this is what I’m talking about. I literally have zero patience for people like him. He thinks the world owes him everything. I think the world comes to those who work for it.
My lip twitches. “I know exactly who your father is, which is why I’m speaking with you. If he has questions, I’ll inform him what you said.” I glance at my phone.
“What? I said nothing. You did all the talking.” His voice rises. “Look, I don’t have a girlfriend, and so what if I’m in a fraternity?”
His phone starts vibrating again. “This is unfair, Dean Powers. I know you think that you are like a god around here, but my dad is on the board. You have to—” He brings his phone out of his pocket, pointing it at me, and I’m done.
“I’m gonna stop you before you say something you might regret.” My voice is full of warning as he swallows, the realization that he just hung himself dawning on him as I stand, a good head taller.
“Whatever. I’ll let my dad know.” He shakes his head. “Thanks for meeting with me.” Setting his phone down, he jerks his backpack off the back of the chair.
And there on his phone is a picture of Alexandrea laughing, holding her hand up at the camera. He reaches down for his phone and storms out as I force myself not to grab him and demand the truth.
Jesus Christ, if he’s been inside her? I open and close my fist.
“Everything okay, Dean?” Josh walks in and frowns, looking at me, then over at Jordan’s retreating back.
“I know, he’s a tool. Dean Patrick called while you were talking to—” I hold up my hand.
“Handle everything. I don’t want to be disturbed.” I walk past his surprised face and head downstairs, pausing to shoot off a text.
ME: My office NOW
I don’t wait for her response before I pocket my phone. She’ll come because I own her cunt. She can fight it, pretend she doesn’t want it, even fuck other men, but at the end of today, there will be no confusion. My dick is so hard I have to adjust myself before I unlock my office, ignoring all the greetings from students as I walk in and wait, like a snake curling up and readying for its prey. I need to calm my mind. She should not matter, and had I not left town, maybe we could have run our course, and I wouldn’t be ready to put my fist through a wall.
Fuck, get your shit together. My hands curl around the sides of my wooden desk as I fight this primal caveman feeling.
My eyes narrow and I straighten, looking at my phone vibrating on my desk.
She’s here.
Adrenaline spikes through me. I’m not in control, not at all. She taps on the door. I should tell her to go away.
“Hello?” She pokes her head in, and her eyes find mine.
Time, space, all of it stops as we stare at each other.
This is wrong. She’s my student. I despise this pull, this force that seems to be connecting us. She must feel it also, or she sees the violence in my eyes, because for a split second I can see it in her eyes that she wants to run. She should. Nothing good can come of this. Instead, she straightens her shoulders and enters, shutting the door to lean against it.