Chapter 3
Summer – Four Months Later
“Yes, yes, Professor,” Maggie’s moans echo in the room, and my eyes widen in shock at the landslide that is currently happening, and I know I need to look away, but damn, I can’t seem to make myself.
We’re halfway through class, and Professor Martin was supposed to put a film up regarding how to handle certain situations if you are having to remove a child from an unsafe home, but instead, a sex tape of him, Maggie, and Theresa is on the large screen while he sits in front, completely in shock.
“God, I love the taste of your asshole, Peter,” Theresa groans from behind Professor Martin while he licks Maggie out, who is spread-eagled, lying on his desk, and I blink again as I scrunch up my nose in disgust as a few boys chuckle behind me.
And these are the two women who called me a patch chaser whore because Eric didn’t pay them any attention in class the day after our little bike ride to Wincher lakes.
Murmurs and shocked gasps echo in the room along with sniggers, and I blink yet again before looking towards the two girls in question, wondering if one of them did this, but both sit stoically in the middle of the room, both faces pale.
Huh, so maybe it was another student he was most likely screwing and was butthurt or his wife?
“Class dismissed!” Professor snaps, but no one moves as Theresa pushes her finger into his ass and Maggie grips his dark blonde hair, holding it tightly as she rides his face before Theresa moves underneath him and takes his cock into her mouth, his labored groan echoing around the room through the surround sound.
“Now!” he shouts, and some students move, and I just blink.
I thought walking in on their three-way was bad enough, but this… I’m scarred, I swear to god I am scarred.
Shaking my head, I pack my stuff up and stand before descending the stairs and head to the door, not needing to see anymore just as Gabby, a student I thought was quiet screeches, “I thought we were together, that you were leaving Hazel for me! What the hell is this Peter?!” Sopping me in my tracks for a moment as shock renders everyone speechless as we all look at the professor who is looking a little green at her outburst before sudden movement catches everyone’s attention.
My eyes widen as I watch Gabby attack Maggie screeching, and chaos erupts.
I quickly rush down the rest of the steps and walk out of the door, not needing to be a part of any of this crap, especially if another student comes forward and starts a brawl.
Damn, Professor Martin gets around…
Walking out the door, I head down the hallway, the screams echoing behind me as my phone rings and I grab it to see who it is.
A smile instantly takes over my face, something I never thought would happen when a man called me.
“Hey, you,” I answer just as another loud screech echoes.
“Hey sunshine, what the fuck is that?” he replies, concern lacing his tone.
I snort, “That would be a woman I thought was sweet and quiet, attack Maggie and Theresa in class.”
“What the fuck?” he mutters, and I chuckle.
“Turns out Professor Martin gets around, and some scorned student decided to play a sex tape of him, Maggie, and Theresa in a three-way in the middle of class. Which was when Gabby screamed at him because apparently he was going to leave his wife and they were going to be a couple and she went on the attack. I ran out of the class before any other student started attacking the women he’s been sleeping with, and by the sounds of the screams behind me, there was more…
” I admit, as I walk outside and take a deep breath in the fresh autumn air.
“I don’t know how I feel about you attending his class, sunshine,” Eric mutters, and I laugh.
“Sorry, I need it to pass, and besides, after that show, I’m pretty sure he’s about to lose his job which is the perfect punishment for me being scarred for fricking life. Maggie was tonguing his ass Eric…” I say with a sigh as I look around the parking lot.
He grumbles something under his breath before he asks, “Have you now finished for the day?”
I hum, “Yeah,” before confirming, “You’re still at the club?”
We’re supposed to be going out for dinner, meaning I didn’t drive today because a certain boyfriend, whom I can undoubtedly admit I am madly in love with, was supposed to pick me up, and of course, the show today was unexpected, so he isn’t here yet.
“Mitzy and Glitzy got into another cat fight, it’s why I was calling, hoping to just leave you a message because I knew you were in class. I’m going to be a little late,” he groans, and I wince as a shiver runs down my back, the wind picking up.
“I thought Mitzy and Glitzy had to work separate shifts?” I ask as I descend the stairs to start my walk home, knowing I’ve already missed the bus.
The two women where the ones who apparently got into that fight the day I met Eric, and because they were the most wanted on stage, he kept them employed, but I’m beginning to think he’s regretting that decision.
“They do, but apparently, Glitzy forgot her phone, and when Mitzy brought it in, she got pissed seeing the amount of tips her sister got, and a big fucking fight started,” he huffs, and I chuckle.
“Really?” he mock growls, “You find my situation funny when you’ve now got to wait around for me to get to you?”
“Oh, I’m not waiting, Eric, I’m now walking home, you can pick me up from there when you are ready,” I explain as I quickly cross the road and continue my route home.
“Fuck’s sake, Sum!” he snaps, and I shake my head.
“Eric, I am perfectly capable of walking home,” I remind him for the millionth time.
Last month, when my BMW was in for servicing at Rebel’s Motors where Eric insisted I took it or more like he took it without my say so, he threw the biggest hissy fit when I explained that I planned to either bus to and from school or just walk.
The sweet ass ended up picking me up and dropping me off for three days until his brother could get around to servicing my car which wasn’t really a hardship considering I love being on the back of his bike.
I never thought I’d end up in a relationship, let alone fall in love, yet here we are. Every single day, he digs deeper into my life, and every day, I can’t say that I regret it.
He’s become my universe, and I realized I did something my dad never did—let someone in.
“No, I’m not happy with this,” he grunts before shouting, “Archer, take over with this shit and call Stone to help out!”
“Eric–“
He cuts me off and demands, “Where are you, sunshine?”
I stop with another sigh and admit, “Outside Clark’s convenience store…”
“Stay there, I’ll be five minutes,” he snaps, and I quickly state, “I’m only a twenty-minute walk from my house, Eric, finish what you are doing.”
“I said stay the fuck there!” he snaps yet again, making me raise a brow at his tone, before he mutters, “Fuck you are lucky that I love you,” then hangs up, and my mouth parts as a gasp escapes.
Did he just…
I blink. Trust the first time he says he loves me is when he’s pissed off at me.
I shake my head and smile slightly as I put my phone in my bag before a strong grip on my arm shocks me, and I’m yanked into a lanky body and I gasp as I look up sharply and lock eyes with Gabriel's pissed off blue ones. I narrow my own eyes as I yank my arm free of his grip.
“You little fucking bitch,” he sneers as he grips my arm again and digs his nails into my skin.
I bite my bottom lip to stop the cry that wants to release as I shove him again, even harder than before, breaking his grip as he stumbles in shock, and instincts kick in as I turn and go to run away, not stupid enough to fight him by the crazed look in his eye, but before I can even get two steps away, his hand grips my hair and pulls me back.
I cry out in shock and pain before he slams me against the building, a grunt leaving my lips before he suddenly presses his slimy ones against mine as his hand cups between my legs, and I shove him hard as bile rises when he rubs my panty-covered crotch and try to fight against him as fear builds deep inside.
God, why didn’t I wear jeans today.
He tries to push the fabric aside as a loud set of pipes echoes, and I punch Gabriel in the chest, not allowing him to touch me, not when Eric is the only one to touch me down there.
We haven’t had sex yet, but he has gotten me off a few times before I stop it from going any further, not sure how he would feel knowing I was a virgin and not once did he complain.
My body is for Eric, no one else and certainly not this piece of crap.
Just as the loud rumble of pipes disappears, I manage to tear his mouth from mine, biting his lip hard shocking him before I punch Gabriel in the throat, making him stumble back, coughing as his grip on my arm tightens, so I can’t move, but I don’t think.
Instead, I hurt myself to get out of his hold.
I manage to get out of his grip, twisting my arm at an unnatural angle to do so, and I try not to cry out in pain. He growls, attempting to grab me again, but I side swipe him before pulling my fist back and punching him in the face, hitting his nose, making him grunt as a crack echoes.
“You come near me again and I will kill you!” I threaten as I shove him hard, then rush down the street.
I hear him roar out, but I quicken my pace into a sprint, and instead of going home, I divert down the road to my right and run towards Rebel’s Honeys, not thinking about why Eric didn’t intercept us or even about the bike pipes that echoed, instead, I run faster.
I need Eric.