2. Elliot #2
It had been years since I’d seen little Eve Ashford, and boy, did she grow up.
She was no longer the thirteen-year-old kid who baked me cookies nearly every day for that entire summer.
She was no longer the sixteen-year-old girl who cried on my shoulder the night her parents died in a horrific car crash, either.
That was the last time I’d seen her until she marched into my classroom on the first day of the fall semester.
I tried to forget that she even existed.
When I saw her name on my class ledger, there was no more forgetting.
I thought I could keep things civil between us.
I thought I could leave the past where it belonged, but I couldn’t.
I wasn’t even ashamed to admit that I’d grown to hate her over the years.
Both she and her brother. I wish I’d never met either of them.
As time passed, I realized the only thing I needed was revenge, so I proceeded to treat her like shit every chance I got.
It was fucked up and I knew it, but I didn’t care.
After Gabe’s parents passed away, he finally became the big brother she needed.
He took her in and became her guardian, so she didn’t have to be placed in foster care.
He worked hard to provide for her. The way to get my revenge on him was by taking it out on her.
She wasn’t exactly innocent, even if she didn’t realize it.
The plan was to make her life as miserable as possible before I caused her to lose her academic scholarship so she’d have to leave campus once and for all.
I wanted to draw it out a little while, though.
I didn’t want to lay it on too thick. I mean, I couldn’t have her walking away willingly.
I wanted to rip all of her hopes and dreams away just like mine were torn from me.
But when I saw her name on my class ledger, there was one thing I wasn’t expecting.
I wasn’t expecting a fully grown, drop-dead gorgeous woman to walk into my classroom.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I’d been expecting that awkward sixteen-year-old girl to walk into my room.
The one who was too short, too skinny, and far too flat for anyone to find attractive.
Over the years, she grew up. She’d turned into the type of woman that no man could resist.
She was still on the shorter side, still thin, but she’d blossomed and developed in ways I knew I shouldn’t notice.
Her skin was ivory with a peaches and cream complexion, finally clear of the breakouts she had as a teen.
Her dark hair was always falling in soft curls and natural waves, the strands looking silky smooth.
She often tried hiding behind it or using it as a curtain between her and my near-constant gaze.
So many times, I had to stay hidden behind my podium to hide the erection I got from thinking about winding her locks around my fist and forcing her to her knees before me.
Her big green eyes were always wide and sparkling, long lashes framing them and giving her a doe-eyed appearance.
Her innocence was tempting me in ways I knew I had to resist.
“See ya Friday, Professor,” one of my students said before walking from the room.
I offered him a curt nod and a wave before closing my laptop.
When I looked up, I found myself locked in her gaze as she made her way down the steps.
She tucked her chin to her chest, and she stared at me from beneath those long, dark lashes.
Her cheeks burned red, and she bit down on her plump lower lip—the look sending a jolt of need straight to my dick.
I felt my heart pound harder, my anger rising.
I couldn’t keep it at bay whenever she was close to me.
And that fucking dress she was wearing. Baby pink.
Lace overlay. Puffy sleeves. Short. A cross necklace on. And her cleavage…
I wanted to resist looking, but I couldn’t.
My eyes fell from her mouth down to her tits.
Was she even wearing a bra in that little dress?
If she was, it was made of material so thin that it didn’t even peek over the edges of the low-cut top.
Thinking of her without a bra didn’t do me any favors.
It only caused my dick to throb with need.
I saw the way her tits bounced under the material when she stepped down, and I forced myself to turn away.
I clenched my teeth and closed my eyes until I felt like I had a handle on my body that was so desperate to betray me.
Then, like I had no control over myself at all, I turned back for one more look.
She was walking away from me, already halfway across the room.
I watched her hips move with every step, and I was hypnotized by the way her skirt swayed over her ass.
Once she stepped from the room and turned to walk down the hallway, I took in a deep breath that put everything into perspective.
Maybe there was a better way to get my revenge on my old best friend.
Maybe getting his loving little sister kicked out of school wasn’t the best option.
She could always enroll somewhere else, and she’d eventually get the degree she was after.
I realized I needed something a little more permanent.
I needed something that neither of them would ever be able to forget or move past. I needed to make little Eve mine in every way possible.
Seeing the look on Gabe’s face when he realized that his baby sister willingly took my dick in every orifice on her body would be the revenge I’ve been after all these years.