Page 50 of Teacher's Pet


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“I think we’re here,” Devon said, glancing at the GPS. “Wait, Ry… is this—?”

“Yes. His house.”

“Okay.” Devon parked and got out, moving around to help me. “Jesus, he’s heavy.”

“He’s built. Muscular.” I smirked. Devon rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah.”

We carried him inside, down the hall, into the bedroom. Devon dropped him onto the mattress with a grunt.

“Okay, good. Let’s head out.” He grabbed his jacket.

“Thanks for the help. Bye.” I waved him off, sitting on the edge of the bed, watching Nathan sleep.

Devon froze mid-step. “You’re… staying? He’s out cold, Ry. I gave him a lot of that shit.”

“I know. That’s the point.”

His eyes narrowed. “Want me to stay too? In case he—”

“No, leave. This won’t work if you’re here.”

“What won’t? Ry, you’re tripping me out.”

“Just leave.”

He let out a sharp breath. “Listen, I didn’t want to do this in the first place. I didn’t ask why you wanted to drug your pervert teacher, and I didn’t care because I thought we’d drop him off, that’s it. Now you want to stay? For what?”

I checked the time. Almost midnight. She’d be here any minute. Cutting it close.

“Leave. Just leave. I’ll explain later, moron.”

Devon’s jaw worked. “I’m staying. No offense, I don’t trust you.”

“Trust me? What the fuck do you think I’m going to do, rape him? Are you stupid?”

He clenched his jaw. “Ry, you get… really intense. Forgive me for being wary.”

“Intense? Fuck you. You want to know something, Devon, you—”

“Hon’?”

The voice didn’t come from outside, it came from inside the house.

I froze.

It echoed down the hall, too close, too casual.

Why was she home so early?

Footsteps followed; slow, deliberate, heels ticking against the hardwood. Each one louder than the last.

I scrambled to Nathan’s side, my fingers fumbling over his shirt buttons. My heartbeat slammed in my ears.

“Who the fuck is that?” Devon hissed.

“His wife. Help me,” I snapped, barely above a whisper.