“Let’s go.” She started toward the front of the bar, but I grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward the back. The emergency exits weren’t supposed to be used, but I knew the doorman wouldn’t stop me. When he saw me coming, he stepped aside, and I pushed the door open, stepping out into the chilly night air.
The door slammed behind us, and the music from the club was suddenly cut off, leaving nothing but the sounds of the noisy city.
“My name is…” she started.
“Eve,” I told her, cutting her off.
“What?”
“Your name is whatever I say it is, and I’m saying it’s Eve. Got it?”
She grinned. “Oh, we’re playing that game.” She crossed her arms over her chest.
“Does that make you change your mind?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“Good.” I reached out, grabbing the back of her neck and pulling her against me as our mouths crashed together. Her arms instantly moved up and wrapped around my neck. She threaded her fingers into my hair and pulled me closer, but I took a step and urged her back. I took around and another until she was pressed against the brick wall of the club.
With our lips welded together and our tongues dancing, I grabbed her thigh and hitched her leg up over my hip. Then my hand slid up her inner thigh until I was able to push her panties aside. My fingers slid between her folds, stroking her sensitive clit. She gasped into my mouth.
I told myself that she was Evelyn, but I didn’t feel the spark like I did with the real Evelyn. I had never touched her, but I expected there to be fireworks when I finally did. With the woman I was finger fucking in a dirty alleyway, I felt nothing. No sparks. No flames. Not even warmth grew between us.
Pissed off for expecting anything more, I broke our kiss and spun her around so her back was to me instead of the wall. She stayed where I put her while I got to work on unfastening my pants and pushing my boxers over my hips.
“What do you want me to call you?” the woman in front of me asked.
“Professor,” I replied, sliding the condom on.
“Yes, Professor,” she replied.
Taking myself in hand, I guided my tip to her entrance. I pushed inside with a single, swift motion. She moaned for me, her body tightening around my cock. I wound her hair around my fist before I jerked her head back and to the side so my mouth could meet hers. She kissed me hard and fast, nearlymatching the pace of my thrusts. My free hand moved around, cupping her breast, squeezing and massaging as I raced closer and closer to my release.
The harder I fucked her, the closer I got to my high, but it was nothing like what I needed. I knew that I needed the real Evelyn. For months, I’d been thinking of her and jacking off, hoping I could get the craving I had for her out of my system, and it wasn’t good enough. I’d resorted to fucking other women, women who looked similar to her, but it wasn’t working either. Every time, I became increasingly disappointed. I couldn’t wait much longer. My patience was growing thinner by the day.
I pushed out the swell of desire from my mind. This was about revenge. Nothing more.
At least that’s what I kept telling myself.
EVELYN
Monday morning rolled around, and I was a nervous wreck on my way to Professor West’s class. I knew I should just be happy that I was still there, but it felt like I was waiting for the rug to be pulled out from under me.
In a way, it was worse than the week before. At least then, I knew that I’d be kicked off campus if I didn’t have my paper because I had no money to pay the school to reimburse them for the class. I didn’t know when the bomb was going to drop. I didn’t know if my paper had been graded yet, or if it had even been read. I hoped that Professor West had a busy weekend and that he didn’t have time to look at it. But putting off the inevitable wasn’t any better. Eventually, I’d get a paper back, and I’d either pass or fail. I just didn’t know which to expect.
As I moved down the hallway, I saw Chase standing by the door. He was holding his books against his hip, and he was shifting his weight from foot to foot like he was nervously waiting for something. Then he looked up, and our eyes locked. We didn’t talk much at the party that Madison dragged me to, but I did catch him watching me many times. In a way, it felt like something was just beginning.
I came to a stop outside the classroom and offered him a small smile. “Hey. How are you?”
He gave me a grin. “I’m good. How are you?”
I nodded as butterflies filled my stomach. “I’m good.”
“Good.” He was still smiling, still watching, yet he wasn’t moving or saying anything.
“I should probably get inside before I’m late.” I lifted my foot to take a step, but I put it down again when he sidestepped to stay directly in front of me.
“Actually, I was standing out here to wait for you.”
