The anger was back, tenfold. I wasn’t sure who I was angry at, though. Myself or her. She didn’t do anything wrong. She did everything I told her to do. Why’d she have to go and ruin shit by crying? Why couldn’t I have just let her walk out of my office without demanding an explanation?
I had a plan. I was going to use her, break her, and then deliver all the pieces to her brother for the ultimate revenge. When I came up with the plan, I thought it would be too much to ask for her to be a virgin still, but I knew being the one to rip it all away would be the icing on the cake. Finding out that she was still a virgin and the reason why made things hit home in a way I didn’t expect. I told myself to stick to the plan, to stay strong.
I was struggling because strong wasn’t what I felt.
I had guilt eating me alive, and that was infuriating, but I couldn’t let go of my need for revenge. It went further than that. I wanted more than revenge. I wanted her. I wanted all of her firsts, and it didn’t have anything to do with Gabe or revenge. It was only about her, me, and the way I felt when those big green eyes were on me. I loved the high that consumed me when she looked up at me from beneath her lashes. When she’d bite downon her plump lower lip, it was something I’d never felt before. Not even with Anna…
Fuck.
I went home that night, and I drank myself stupid until I passed out. Even that wasn’t deep enough, though, because I dreamed of her all night. I dreamed of claiming all her firsts, of watching her choke on my come as I buried my cock in her throat. I dreamed of slamming into her tight little pussy and feeling her muscles convulsing around me.
When I woke, I was painfully hard, and apparently, I’d come once in my sleep.
As much fun as I was having with her, I didn’t know how much longer I could hold out. I needed a taste of her. I didn’t know how much longer I could keep jacking off. I’d lost count of how many times I’d fucked her in my head.
I went to the shower to add one more time to the list.
I couldn’t wait to get to class that day. She’d been on my mind since she ran out of my office, and I needed to see her. I needed to ensure that she was OK and that our deal was still in effect. I waited anxiously for her to claim her seat by the window, but she never arrived. I even stalled for several minutes, wanting to give a little extra time, but eventually I had to accept that she wasn’t coming. I started class, suddenly in a hurry to get through the hour.
In the back of my head, I worried that maybe I’d pushed her too far. I was scared that perhaps she’d packed her things and left campus, not wanting to wait for me to turn the Dean on her.
When I finished with my classes, I went to the Bursar’s office and convinced the secretary to give me Evelyn’s address, saying that I had some assignments to drop off. She didn’t want to give me the address, but I explained how her academic scholarship relied on getting today’s assignment, and she quietly slid it over.
I wasn’t going to go there. Well, I wasn’t going to go inside. I just wanted to watch, see if she was still around or if she’d turned tail and run off.
There was a small coffee shop across the street from her building, so I went inside and bought a cup of coffee. Then I took the table by the front window. It was the perfect view of the front door of her building. I only wish I knew which window was hers.
I sat there for a couple of hours, watching every single person who went inside or left, and I never saw her. The longer I waited, the more impatient I became. I was about to give up and take off around six p.m. when I finally saw her. She was dressed in a pair of sweats and a hoodie. Her hair was pulled into a messy bun, and she was wearing running shoes. She wasn’t going out for a jog, though. She stepped up to the curb, and when a maroon car pulled up, she climbed into the backseat.
Sure, part of me wondered where she was going dressed like that, but I told myself that I got what I came for. She was still in town. She hadn’t dropped out yet. Meaning, she was still mine at least for the time being. I pulled out my phone and typed out a text.
ELLIOT: Skip again, and I’ll fail you. Don’t test me. Evelyn.
I got up and exited the coffee shop. I climbed behind the wheel and started toward home. I grabbed some dinner on the way, and then I ate on the couch while watching TV. I made myself a stiff drink, and I checked my phone. She didn’t even bother to reply. That irritated me to no end.
ELLIOT: New rule. When I text you, I expect a reply.
I dropped my phone into my lap before I took a sip of my whiskey. Minutes passed before my phone chimed.
EVELYN: Sorry, Professor West.
That made a smile form on my lips. I loved how obedient she could be.
I tried to keep my attention on the TV, but I couldn’t. I kept finding myself going back to reading her text over and over. I thought about her sitting topless in my office, grading papers like a good girl. I thought about how wet she became when I spanked her with my ruler or how sweet her arousal smelled when I was making her nearly come on my fingers. I could smell her delicious scent in my office for an hour after she left—apples, flowers, and something distinctly Evelyn.
I shook my head to clear it, deciding I was done for the night. I turned off the TV before I went into my home office to put the bottle of whiskey back on the drink cart. I was turning for the door when a thought crossed my mind.
I moved to my desk and had a seat as I pulled open the bottom drawer on the right-hand side. There was a small box full of memories, mementos, pictures—that sort of thing. I dropped the box into the drawer the day I moved in, and I hadn’t looked at it since. I didn’t know why I wanted to look at it all of a sudden, but it felt like it was calling me.
I took out the cigar box and placed it on my desk, opening the lid. Sure enough, there was everything I tossed inside it when I was back in college. I had tickets from dances I attended, wristbands from special events, and pictures from random moments in my life. I picked up the stack of photos and started flipping through them, unsure of what it was I was looking for. I stopped about halfway through the stack, staring at the pictureof Gabe, Evelyn, and me hanging out at their pool the summer their parents died.
“So, where are your mom and dad?” I asked Gabe as he led the way to the pool in his backyard.
“Dad is gone on a business trip, and my mom’s at work. She won’t be home until later,” he answered. “I’ll open the gate on the fence so that the girls can come back when they get here.”
I took a seat on the deck chair. “Where’s your sister? Won’t she be here?”
He waved his hand through the air. “Who knows? She started dating some guy, so she’s been spending all her time with him.”
