Sinful Touch : A Dark Professor Romance

21. Liliana

We pull up to the police station, Jax turns off his bike and takes in a deep breath. I used to practice deep breathing when I was dealing with my mother. Sometimes, it would work, and other times, it didn’t do anything; I couldn’t tell him if it was working or not.

I am scared. I am scared of Chad and scared of losing Jax. He didn’t sign up for all this craziness. I think I am becoming more of a problem for him, and I am scared he will end up walking away.

I know it’s irrational of me to think this after everything we have already been through, but my negative thoughts are strong and loud, and sometimes, the negative voice is all I can hear.

I didn’t want to come here, but Jax made a good point we need some kind of paper trail in case something happens.

I still don”t want to be here, but I will, as Jax has asked. There is nothing I won’t do for him.

“Are you mad at me?” I ask as I rest the side of my face against his back, taking in a deep breath of his scent.

Jax rests his hand on my leg, making my heart race with the affection he shows me so easily.

“I can never be mad at you, Lil,” He says, but I can hear the anger and anxiety in his voice.

I know it is not toward me, but I have this burning pull to make it go away. I just want all of this to go away.

I just want him.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper, my voice cracking with the two words barely leaving my mouth.

He slowly turns, forcing me to pull back. I keep my hands on him, though, needing to make sure that some part of me is hanging onto him.

He lifts his free hand and gently brushes the side of my face with the back of his hand. I can’t help but lean into his touch.

“I love you, do you hear me? I love you, and nothing will ever change that,” he confesses with confidence, looking me dead in the eyes.

The tears build in my eyes as he lowers his hand from my face. “Let’s go in there and start the paper trail; then, I will take you home.”

“Then what?” I ask, needing him to distract me from what we are about to do.

“I will remind you who you belong to, Darlin,” He says with a small smile.

Sex should never be the answer, but with me, it is the truest form of him showing me that he loves me.

Words can be so easily spoken, words that have no meaning at all, but actions, actions can show you that what they say is true.

Our sexual connection re-validates that he needs me as much as I need him.

That our obsession with each other is strong and forever intertwining together.

I have been told lies my whole life, by my mother, by other people, and now by Chad.

Jax is the first person in my life to not only speak words but also back them up with his behaviors.

“I belong to you,” I confess to him, giving him the reassurance that I know he needs right now.

“Yes, you do, Darlin, and I will enjoy watching you get on your knees for me, like the good fucking girl you are,” He whispers as he leans in and gently kisses my forehead.

He pulls back and quickly gets off the bike. He reaches out his hand to me, and I take it without needing to think at all.

I set the helmet on the bike seat, and we both began making our way up the steps to the police station”s front entrance.

I have gone over everything over and over again inside my head, everything with Chad and with Jax, and I wouldn’t change a thing.

Even though everything has led me to this point, the point of walking into a police station and allowing others to hear my story and see the evidence of Chad hurting me, I wouldn’t change one thing because it has brought me to Jax and he is worth all the pain, all the beatings. He is worth everything to me.

Jax tightly holds my hand as he opens the front door, and we both walk in. My heart is racing so fast that I feel like I might pass out. We stop at the counter and wait patiently for the officer to get off the phone.

“Can I help you?” The man asks as he hangs up the phone.

“Yes, we need to speak to someone about a restraining order, please,” Jax says calmly.

The man nods and picks up the phone again, dialing a number.

“Can you come up to the front, please?” The man says to someone on the phone.

The man hangs up the phone and motions for us to take a seat. I see the man’s eyes go to the bruise on my eye.

I am embarrassed and feel completely exposed right now. If it wasn’t for Jax being beside me, I would have already left or, more likely, run out.

Jax turns, and we take a few steps towards the chairs, but we both stand. He grabs the back of my head and pulls me to him. I rest my forehead against his chest as he tightens his grip on my hand.

I think we are both afraid that one of us will disappear.

The door to the side opens and closes. A man about the same height as Jax walks out. He has short dark hair, and his white button-up shirt sleeves are rolled up, showing off some of his tattoos.

I lock eyes with him. He takes a deep breath as he makes his way over to us.

“Will you both come with me, please.”

I pull back and nod, The man turns back around and makes his way to the door he just came from. He opens it and motions for us to walk inside. I follow Jax and walk past the man. I hear the door close behind us; the man walks past Jax and me and turns left into a small office.

Jax and I follow behind him without saying anything.

When we get inside I notice the walls are bare, even his desk is bare except for the files to the left of his computer. The man turns around and sits on the side of his desk folding his arms over his chest.

“Who did that to you?” The man asks me, looking over my face.

I don”t respond at first. Jax squeezes my hand.

“Chad, a student at Columbia,” I whisper.

“I can help you get a restraining order. It will be temporary until you can go before a judge, but you will have one in place until then,” the man says, but his tone lacks confidence, which makes me a little more on edge.

“Thank you,” I say softly.

“What is your name?’ He asks, tilting his head to the side.

“Liliana Silver”

“Liliana, I am Detective Sparks. I will not lie to you; the restraining order is a piece of paper that we will serve to Chad. The paper will state he can’t come within 100 feet of you.”

“So he can still watch me?’ I ask.

He nods. “Yes, he can.”

“What about letters, can he still send those?”

“The restraining order is to prevent him from getting close to you. He can still send the letters.”

“Okay.”

“I have to warn you, Liliana, that I have seen this go one of two ways. First, the restraining order scares the stalker, and they move on to someone else, or-” He stops and looks at me.

“Or what?” Jax asks.

“It can get much worse, more violent.” He warns in a low voice, telling me that he has seen both outcomes firsthand.

“She will be with me,” Jax says with confidence.

“All the time?” He asks Jax.

Jax doesn’t answer. His body stiffens with Spark’s question.

The answer is no. It is not always impossible to fit in his book signings and class, but for the most part, we will be together.

“Thank you for the information, but I can protect her,” Jax says.

“I believe you will try, and I hope for her sake you can,” He says in a hopeful but edged voice.

The man pushes off of the desk and turns around, grabbing a piece of paper from the pile of folders on his desk.

He puts the paper on the desk and moves away, making his way around it. After taking a seat, he leans over and puts a pen on top of the paper.

“The more detail you can provide, the more it will help us ensure it sticks.”

Jax and I both take a seat. I release my hold on Jax’s hand and lean forward, taking the pen and slowly looking over the paper. My heart races as I start to fill out all of the blank spots.

I am hoping this will just make him go away, but something tells me I am not that lucky.