11
I watched her go into Dean’s office and then followed her at a distance down the stairs and along the hallway, where she went into the business school’s library.
She chose a table by the window, unloaded her bag, and then started scrolling through her phone.
While she was preoccupied with whatever she was doing on her phone, I returned to our Finance classroom and walked in to find him at the whiteboard, writing up a list.
“Yes, Mr. Warwick,” he said in a tone that I didn’t like.
“I need notes from yesterday’s class,” I told him, and he slowly put the lid on the marker, taking his fucking time to deliberately erk me. “I’ll email it to you later.”
“I need it now,” I spoke sternly to show him whose boss.
He flicked me a look that I didn't like, then clenched his jaw and repeated, “I’ll email it to you soon.”
Cutting to the chase, “Why was Adina in here?”
“Who?” he picked up the whiteboard eraser and wiped a couple of words off, and while his back was turned, I imagined my fist plowing into his skull.
Hitting a man while he turned the other way was coward’s play, and if my father found out, he’d disown me even when the man I was punching was an enemy.
I flexed my fingers, “Adina Boleyn. Why was she here, just now?”
“Same reason as you. Notes from yesterday’s class, and I emailed them to her,” he said, still with his back turned. This pissed me off for two reasons. One, he was disrespecting me, and two, he was showing that he wasn't afraid of me.
“You’re not fucking touching her, are you?” I blurted, unable to hold back, and this time he turned and looked at me in the eye, “Don’t be ridiculous.”
“Excuse me? What’s ridiculous about you fucking your students, Deano? Everyone knows you do it, and Adina is your latest victim,” I hissed at him.
He shook his head, wearing a smirk, “She came in here for notes, Ezrah. That is all. Go ask her yourself, if you don’t believe me.”
“I will,” I promised him. “But let this be a warning that if I find out that you touched even a hair on her head, I’ll take pics and send them to your wife.”
He scoffed, “I don’t have a wife, Mr. Warwick.”
“Oh, sorry, I meant that woman you shack up with in Richmond, what’s her name…? Does she know you fuck students?” I had little information on her, just because I didn’t care enough to investigate further. But I knew he had a partner, and that was enough to provoke a reaction.
“There’s the door, Mr. Warwick,” he said in a warning tone, “if you were wise, you’d leave.”
“Or what?” I challenged him. “What are you going to do about it? Kick me out of Castlehill? You know the president of Castlehill is a good friend of my father, right?” I sniggered and patted him on his shoulder. “Not a good idea to piss off the Warwicks, bro.”
As I was about to leave, he murmured loud enough so I could hear, “Been interrogated by Detective Magone yet?”
“What?” I snarled, clenching my hands into fists.
He feigned innocence before shooting, “You wouldn’t want to end up where your father is, would you?”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” I stepped toward him as the door opened, and a student poked his head inside and asked if they could come in. “Sure,” Dean answered, then turned to me and said, “I know his death had something to do with you, Mr. Warwick.”
I left in a suppressed fury, annoyed that I had to wade through a crowd of students. Once I was clear, I fled back to the Business School library downstairs, stormed towards her table, then froze when I saw that damn detective standing over Adina quietly speaking to her.
I stepped behind a bookshelf, moved books out of the way to create a line of vision, and then studied their body language.
My possessiveness of Adina was clawing at me like an unwanted friend because as I stood there, I was more concerned with whether he was flirting with her, than if they were talking about the death on the train. What the fuck was the matter with me?
Luckily, for the detective, he was professional, and I saw no sign of him coming onto my girl, what, no, I mean Adina.
She wasn’t my girl; she was a girl. Anyway, he finally left, and once he was out of the way, I swooped in and planted my entitled ass opposite her so that I could look her in the eye.
“What did he want?” I demanded to know.
“Oh, what, you don’t say, hello Adina, how are you today?
I hope you’re feeling better after that anxiety attack yesterday?
” She mocked my rudeness, and honestly, I enjoyed it.
“Well, actually, I’m catching up on the Finance class I missed because you know, I couldn’t breathe and had to leave.
” She showed me the notes emailed to her on the screen of her phone, so I was relieved that Dirty ol’ Dean was honest about that part, but he had time to fuck her in his office or at least finger her.
“Glad you’re feeling better after I saved your life,” I hit, patting myself on the back for her hero. Yes, I liked being her hero.
She leaned across the table and pointed her naughty finger at me, “Do you have my pair of panties?”
“Strange change of subject, and yes, I stole them from your room,” I stated proudly.
“Why?” she hissed, leaning back in her chair, folding her arms across her chest in defense, scowling at me. Fuck, she's so hot.
“I notice you’re avoiding my question,” I quietly barked back at her, although I was enjoying this tit for tat. Her tits my tat.
“What did you do with them?” Again, she avoided answering my question about the detective.
I tilted my head to the side, “I wank off with them, thinking of you.”
Her cheeks blushed, “I don’t want them back then.”
“Your scent has gone from the crotch, so I might need to steal some more,” I told her as my hand rested on the front of my sweatpants, where I was half hard and eager to wet my wick in her sick body. I haven't fucked her yet, and I want to now. In here. Anywhere.
“Do you wear them?” she asked, frowning.
“No,” I smiled, “I hold them in my hand as I rub my big cock.” I paused a beat to allow a student to walk by before I added, “Do you wanna see?”
“No,” she blushed as she glanced around nervously, “he was asking me about my father. The detective. He wanted to know if there was anything he could do to help now that I am an orphan.” Her voice broke under the strain of emotions, but she cleared her throat and continued, “I didn’t say anything about you kidnapping and drugging me, and I also didn’t say anything about Theo Abbott, but I was close to asking him if he could look into my father’s death because I’m still unconvinced that it was a suicide. But I talked myself out of it.”
My heart cracked a little when it occurred to me that this girl had no one, not a single person, left in her life.
My father might be in prison, but he was still alive, and I had my mother, grandparents, and my brother, as well as Lev, who basically was my bro as well.
It was unwise to allow myself to soften to her situation, but the more I got to know her, the less I saw her as our enemy to taunt.
“Theo Abbott?” I asked, wondering who she was talking about.
And she shot me a scowl as if I were dumb. “The man found dead on the train who you may or may not have anything to do with his death.”
“Oh, is that his name? I thought they hadn’t released his details yet,” I stated, wondering how she knew.
“They haven't, but I figured it out,” she chewed her bottom lip, and I wanted to lean across the table and kiss her like I did yesterday, and I rescued her from her panic attack.
“How?” I pressed, pushing my chair back and sliding up beside her, planting my ass down on the chair.
“Long story,” she sighed as she placed her phone with the notes of yesterday’s class between us so we could share. “Did you follow me to Dean’s office?”
“Yes,” I stated boldly, grabbing her hand and placing it on my groin under the table. “One of us follows you everywhere, so get used to it.” When she tried to pull her hand away, I brought it back to where it belonged, which was stroking my cock.
“Way to treat a grieving woman,” she whispered bashfully, trying to evoke guilt in me, and it wasn’t working. I was too horny to care at that point, and my focus was on her sweet ass.
“No one is looking,” I affirmed, dipping her hand down my sweats and forcing her to rub me. “Sit on me.”
“No,” she hissed, obeying me by stroking my cock.
“Why not? C’mon, Adina, ride my cock. I know you want to,” I urged her, and when she refused to get on me, I placed my hand between her thighs, and she gripped my forearm with her other hand to suppress a sigh.
“What did you do to him?” she breathed, fighting against the urge to shove my hand down her panties.
“I spoke to him, asked why he’s sniffing around you, and told him to stay away,” I told her as I brushed my fingers over the area of her clit, and a gasp escaped her succulent mouth, indicating that I struck the target.
“What?” she snarled, fighting with me. “He didn’t know me. Are we talking about the same person? I mean Theo Abbott. Tell me what you did with him. I saw you in the bathroom on the train, threatening him. Why? What did he do for you to hurt him?”
I hesitated to consider how much I should tell her, after all, it was only a moment ago when she and the detective were having a quiet conversation.
Maybe Adina, the detective, and Dean were plotting against us.
“I caught him filming us on our carriage. It was a private conversation, so I sorted him out he backed off.”
“What were you talking about?” she pressed, still running her hands up and down my length underneath my sweats.
Her hand felt great, but pressure was building in my abdomen, and I wanted more. I wanted her to strip her fucking panties down and sit on my cock. “Why the third degree?” I snarled at her, becoming grumpy at not getting what I wanted. “Are you and the detective trying to set me up?”
“If only,” she argued, shooting daggers from her pretty, intelligent eyes, “after you assholes set me up, I’d love to avenge you and bring you to your damn knees, but luckily for you, the last person in the world I would collaborate with is a detective.”
“Sure,” I was in two minds whether to believe her because on one hand, she was part of a crime family like ours and associating with the police was avoided at all costs, unless we could pay a crooked cop to do shit for us on the inside.
And on the other hand, by far the best people for cops to bribe into working for them were members of crime families.
It was a double-edged sword wielded by law enforcement.
“Right now I don’t a rat’s arse about your feelings on that detective, because I’m more interested in you sitting on my cock. ”
We sensed someone move past the shelves, stepping confidently, and she sat up and attempted to pull her hand away from my length, but I wouldn’t let her.
I didn’t care if some little freshman or whatever saw us getting off; in fact, maybe they should stick around and watch because they might learn something.
“Stop it,” she hissed, and I was about to grab her head and drag her mouth over my erection when I heard a man say, “Ah, Ezrah Warwick,” and I quickly put my hard cock away as the detective approached the table. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”
“No, you’re not,” Adina said, nervously shuffling through her book to make it look like we were doing something perfectly innocent, “we are catching up on class notes we missed yesterday.”
“Good,” Detective Magone stated, watching us fumble about while Adina’s cheeks turned the color of raspberries. “Ah, Ezrah, you didn’t show for the interview this morning, so I was wondering when you could take time out of your busy schedule.”
“I didn’t say for certain that I could be there,” I argued, reflecting on the original conversation in the café. “I said that I’d check my class schedule and get back to you.”
“And you didn’t get back to me,” he said, far too calmly, an expert in his field. He ran his finger over the screen of his phone, then looked up and said, “What do you know, I have a spare hour at 2 PM today.”
“And?” I shrugged indifferently as I had no interest in playing his game.
“Magically, I obtained your class schedule from the administration, and I’m pleased to inform you that you have a free time at 2 PM today,” he smirked, “What a coincidence. So I will see you at 2 PM today, and if you don’t show, I will come and find you.”
“I’ve got training at 2 PM in the gym,” I pointed my finger at Adina, “Training her.”
His sharp, scrutinizing eyes flicked to Adina, who had her head bowed, cheeks burning, looking guilty as sin and wanting no part of this conversation. “I’m sure Adina wouldn’t mind postponing.”
Adina nodded, then shrugged, then mumbled something, pulling away from me.
“Great,” he concluded, “I’ll take that as a yes,” then looked me directly in the eye, “see you at 2 PM, do not be late. And Adina, take care.”
As soon as he was gone, Adina mumbled, “Just get it over and done. The more you run, the more suspicious they’ll be. Just do your usual charm and lie act.”
“What?” I snorted. “Charm and lie act? I didn’t know I had an act.”
She tipped her head back and laughed, and it’s first time I’d seen her laugh, like properly glow, and she looked beautiful. “You totally have an act.” Then she lowered her tone to sound like a man’s voice, “Like, I’m so tough and untouchable ra ra ra.”
“That’s not an act. That’s a fact. I am untouchable, and no one gets to me, except you. I wouldn’t mind you touching me.”
Her smile drained away, replaced by gloom, and I knew she was thinking about her dad.
Weirdly, I wanted to fix her dilemma and take the pain away, but it was good for us that her dad died and terrible for her.
If I kept my feelings out of the situation, I wouldn't be thinking this way. Fuck, it left me fucking confused.
There was only one thing I could do to take her mind off her father, so I took her face in my hands and claimed her mouth.
She dug the tips of her fingers into my forearms as if she needed to cling on for life.
I had to fight her even in our mouths, my tongue battling against her resistance until she exhaled, her body relaxed into mine, and she finally kissed me back.