Chapter 18
Alonzo
Music and bright lights spill out from behind the two story house. Cars line up along both sides of the street, crowding the neighborhood road.
Frat boys run shirtless on the front lawn, with large, white letters painted on their chests and red cups in both hands. A few feet away from them, sorority girls stand in circles, watching the guys and pointing and laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation.
“Is this how you spend your weekends, Alex?” I ask as I trail her car.
I halt when Alex parks behind the line of cars across the street from the house. She exits the car in a black mini dress that hugs her body tightly. It shows off her sensual legs and her tight ass. Fuck.
She crosses the street with Isabella, whom she picked up and got ready with an hour ago. Isabella wears a much more conservative outfit, a blue top and worn-out denim jeans. I wish Alex wore that outfit instead so I wouldn’t have to worry about other men looking at her.
I wait until they cross the street before I park behind her car. When the coast is clear, I get out and slowly make my way to the house.
I’m fully aware that I will stand out at the party, but I don’t care. So what if a professor shows up at a college party? I have done so in the past, and nobody has thought much of it.
Up ahead, Alex and Isabella approach the gate that leads to the backyard of the house. A tall guy waves them over, but Alex puts her hand out and pulls out her phone. She texts somebody and mouths something to Isabella, who nods in response.
A few minutes later, two girls, one with blonde hair and one with pink highlights, appear and lead them to the backyard.
“Professor?” someone says.
Beside me, standing on the front lawn a few feet away from a group of sorority girls, a familiar woman approaches me. I try to remember where I know her from but draw a blank. She’s wearing a black top with a matching mini skirt.
She sighs loudly.
“You don’t remember me again?”
“I’m sorry, I—”
She shakes her head and walks away. She joins the group of women standing on the lawn, some of whom turn to look at me. I recognize some of their faces from my art classes.
Shit .
I remember now. She’s my student. The one who gave me her number on the first day of class and who I bumped into at a bar a few nights ago. Well, it’s a good thing I’m not interested in her because I’m sure I blew all my chances with her. If I was interested.
I turn and walk to the house. Instead of going to the backyard, I head to the front door. A group of college guys sit by the door, smoking weed.
“Oh shit,” one of them says, tossing his blunt into a nearby bush. He looks at me with wide eyes. The rest of them follow suit and hide their joints when they see me.
“Professor Alvarez,” the one who threw the blunt into the bush mumbles. Adam. A former art student of mine. I don’t know the rest, but I recognize their faces from school.
“Carry on, guys,” I say as I walk past them into the house. “I’m not here to bust your balls.”
Inside, the house is dark, illuminated only by black lights. Glow sticks of all shapes, sizes, and colors hang from strings taped to the ceiling.
Students walk with glow sticks around their necks and wrists, and some women wear hair accessories that glow under the black lights.
I walk past them toward the door at the back of the living room. The door takes me to a small kitchen, where a screen door leads to the backyard. Groups of students hover around the fridge. They each grab a bottle of beer in each hand and head outside.
Before heading out there myself, I move to the window and look outside. There’s a large pool in the middle of the backyard. Drunk students stand around the pool, watching even drunker students play volleyball in the pool.
Behind the pool, a DJ blasts music between two large speakers. To the far right, students huddle around a large keg, taking turns doing keg stands.
It takes me a while to spot Alex and her entourage. They’re standing by the pool, watching the volleyball game.
A guy with blond hair has joined her group. His face looks familiar. I think I’ve seen him in the hallways of the art building before. He must be an art major. Hell, now that I think about it, many of the students at the party look familiar.
Are they all art majors?
A warm hand slithers around the side of my hip up to my chest. Startled, I turn around and take a step back.
A petite brunette wearing nothing but a white bikini stands behind me. Her hand is still reaching out in my direction. In the other, long white nails hug a red cup. She has white letters painted across her chest. When the living room door opens and a few college students walk into the kitchen, the woman’s chest paint and bikini glow brightly with the black light.
Interesting .
“I didn’t mean to scare you,” the brunette says with a smile. She takes a step forward. “You’re Professor Alvarez, right? I’ve heard about you.”
“That’s me,” I say, glancing at the window. Alex is standing by the pool by herself. Behind the brunette, the door to the backyard opens, and the blond guy who is part of Alex’s group comes in and grabs two beers before heading out again.
“Is it true what they say?” the brunette asks, scanning me from top to bottom.
“Who says what?” I ask, only half paying attention. I glance out the window and see the blond guy hand Alex a beer.
Where are her other friends?
“Oh, you know,” she says as if I could read minds. She drops her glance on my pants and says, “About the size?”
I’m too busy looking out the window at Alex and the blond guy for guessing games. Somehow, Alex and this guy ended up alone. It makes me wonder who he is to her. She never mentioned other guys before.
For some reason, it annoys the fuck out of me to think they are together.
“A lot of girls in the art program talk, you know,” the brunette says. “Can I see it?”
“See what?” I ask, still glancing out the window.
“Your massive, juicy cock,” she says bluntly. “There are spare rooms upstairs. If you follow me, we can have some fun. I promise to be discreet, Professor.”
I glance at her one more time. I’ll admit she’s hot. Any other night, I would have gladly spread her open and shoved myself into her until she is screaming my name and creaming all over my cock.
But that’s not why I’m here tonight. I want to know what Alex is up to. I want to protect her in case there’s any trouble. If there’s one thing I learned during my time in college and these past two years as a professor, it’s that college guys are idiots and do stupid shit when they think no one is watching.
Glancing out the window again, my heart turns cold.
Alex just collapsed into the blond guy’s arms. He wraps his arms around her and walks her toward a small shed at the back of the property. He looks over his shoulder as if to make sure nobody is watching them.
Somehow, nobody else in the backyard is aware of what’s going on. They are all huddled around a guy doing a keg stand.
Rage courses through my veins. Without wasting another second, I slip into my enforcer persona.
“Move,” I tell the girl in front of me. She stares at me as if I’m speaking another language. “Move!” I growl.
She startles and steps aside, letting me through to the backdoor. As soon as I’m out, I pace toward the shed where the blond guy took Alex.
That guy just committed the biggest mistake of his fucking life.