Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
Nolan Hendrix
These last few days, I’d been telling myself it was getting harder to spend my nights alone, stuck in that cold-ass house, craving the day I’d have Lena in my sheets, waking up with my tongue buried deep in her pussy.
That day had finally come—because I wasn’t lettin’ her go.
This was just the beginning of our life together.
I wasn’t gonna spend another night without her warm ass body pressed against mine and our baby girl snorin’ peacefully in her bedroom down the hall.
I never dreamed of a family until I saw Lena with her daughter.
Then when she came on the first day of school with that sorry-ass baby daddy, the jealousy that crept in me that day was raw, loud, and fucking primal.
I knew right then, I had to take his place—not just take it, replace it completely.
Be the man. The husband. The father. That need was deep as hell, so raw I started movin’ my chess pieces without Lena even seeing the board.
Getting that nasty email was just the green light.
But truthfully, I was already coming for her and my baby girl.
“So you just fucked in front of me but act like nothing happened? You think I won’t report you?” said Mrs. Porter when Lena and I put our clothes back in place, ready to get back to the trip.
Me and my baby ignored that bitter-ass woman and headed out. As I unlocked the door, she tried again—like she just couldn’t let us go.
“I took a nice video of you two fucking. I wonder how a Catholic school board would react to a teacher fuckin’ a student’s parent. You should’ve given me the dick when I asked.”
I smirked. Her threats didn’t move me one fucking inch. But then she kept running her damn mouth.
“I heard you’re a romance author, Miss Morrow, right? After this video hits social media, no one’s buying your stupid books. I’ll ruin your reputation.”
Wrong move, bitch.
I lunged forward and forced her back against the wall, my hands bracketing her, palms flat on either side of her shoulders so she couldn’t pull free. I leaned in close, my eyes locked on hers, fury crackling beneath my skin.
“I wonder, Mrs. Porter, whose reputation’s gonna get fucked the hardest when I drop the thirty-two videos I got of your pussy, your stretched-out ass, your mouth beggin’ for this dick?
I wonder how the board will feel when they see the footage of you on your knees cryin’, beggin’ me to let you suck it.
Wonder what your husband, your boss, your kids gon’ say when they see what kinda slut you really are. ”
She tried to wriggle free, but I wasn’t gonna let her break free. “If I wanted to fuck you, I would’ve done it a thousand times. But mark my words—Lena Morrow is carved on every fuckin’ inch of this dick. You touch what’s mine, I’ll come for you. And when I do, you’ll wish you’d never met me.”
Lena’s hand landed on my arm. “Baby, she ain’t stupid enough to try shit. Let her go.”
I stepped back and she gasped like she had forgotten how to breathe. Lena crouched, leaned in, her eyes cold as steel.
“I don’t know who told you romance authors were harmless. But try me. That little beating I gave you earlier? That was mercy. Try me again, and I’ll rearrange your whole damn face.”
She stood and came to me like she was walking out of a damn warzone, and I couldn’t help it—my dick hardened again. Her fire, her danger, the way she owned the space around her… I crashed my mouth onto hers, kissed her rough, like I was claiming her in front of the world.
She gasped when I pulled away, breathless and flushed. “Let’s go, Mr. Nolan. Marisa and her class are waiting. I don’t want my baby worrying about us.”
“Our baby. Don’t play with me, Lena Hendrix.”
Her brow lifted. “So we’ve already moved to Hendrix?”
“We moved to Hendrix, and our next kid moving into your womb the second I slide back in that wet-ass pussy,” I said, grinning while pecking her lips.
We walked out together and joined everyone on the bus. And since I’m petty as hell, I made the driver leave Mrs. Porter’s nosy ass behind. She better Uber her way home or catch a ride with shame. She sure as fuck ain’t sitting her dirty ass on this bus.
The rest of the day rolled out smoother than I expected. After nearly wrecking my baby’s pussy and threatening to kill a woman in a public bathroom, I switched right back into teacher mode. Real professional. Real polished. No dirty talk—but I couldn’t help stealing a few nasty-ass glances.
I felt Lena’s eyes on me, watching me like I was her personal damn Netflix.
And not the wholesome, family profile. Nah.
The raw, uncut, late-night version. Every time I helped a kid tie their shoe or explained some shit on an exhibit, I could feel her eyes dragging down my back, over my ass, crawling up the veins in my arms like she remembered how those hands made her body cry out just hours ago.
Finally, I turned to her, voice low, teeth clenched. “Stop lookin’ at me like that, Miss Morrow. Keep it up and I’ll fuck you right in the middle of this damn museum.”
Her mouth parted like she wanted to say something back—but she didn’t. She clutched Marisa’s hand tighter, shifting focus to our daughter as if that would cool her down. But I saw the blush creep up her neck. I saw how her legs squeezed together.
Marisa pulled her to the side and whispered something but I was close enough to hear everything so I watched the exchange from where I stood.
“Mommy… do you love Mr. Nolan?” Marisa asked, her little brows lifted like she was asking about Santa Claus.
“What? Baby?—”
“I want him to be my daddy,” she said. “He looks at you like he loves you. Like he’s been loving you for a long time but you didn’t notice. You should give him a chance.”
That shit made me smile, and I saw the way Lena lifted her eyes to meet mine.
I could still see the doubt all over her face.
I know I’m moving fast. This morning, she didn’t wake up thinking she’d get dicked down by her daughter’s teacher—and now here she is, getting a husband and a dad for Marisa in the blink of an eye.
I get the doubt. I understand it. But I don’t fucking accept it.
I’ma let her process all this shit during the rest of the visit… then I’m gonna fuck that doubt out of her so deep, so hard, she won’t even dare to imagine living without me again.
When I told Lena I’d always known she was gonna be my wife and Marisa my daughter, I meant that shit.
Since day one, I wanted them in my life as my family.
I knew I’d love Marisa like my own and give her the world.
But I was even more convinced of that the day I found her in tears—crying because she felt she didn’t have a real dad.
As Father’s Day was approaching, I had given my students an assignment to talk about their fathers—what they liked, what they did together, why they’re the best dads in the world.
While everyone else buzzed about their hero, Marisa slid to the back of the class, shoulders shaking.
My chest tightened as I knelt beside her.
“Hey, Marisa, what’s wrong?”
Through sobs she whispered, “I don’t know what to write about my dad. We don’t play. He doesn’t come to see me often. I think he doesn’t like me.”
Fuck… that cut deep. Seeing her like that tore me up inside. I felt mad and frustrated. Right then I swore I was going to make this little girl happy—be the perfect dad she’d never had.
“Hey, cupcake, look at me,” I said, tilting her chin. “You’re the best little girl I’ve ever known. Beautiful, kind, strong. Any dad would be honored to have you as his daughter. I would be proud if you were mine.”
Her big, sad eyes met mine, and I felt something shift inside me.
“You know what? I have an idea. For today’s assignment, you can pretend I’m your dad. Let’s do this together. You’ll tell them my favorite color, my favorite food, how I love taking you to the fair, to the pool, and how we like watching cartoons. Would you like that?”
Her face lit up, that little grin breaking free, and my heart pounded.
We worked side by side, and when she stood up in front of the class she was so excited to talk about what we had prepared together.
At the end of class, when everyone had left, she ran back and hugged me, whispering, “I wish you were my real dad, Mr. Nolan.”
My heart melted.
“Marisa,” I whispered, brushing her hair back. “If you want me to be your real dad, then from now on, I’m your dad. I don’t want you ever thinking you don’t have someone who loves you, because I do. One day, you and your mom will have my name, and I will take care of you both. Okay?”
“Are you going to be Mommy’s husband?” she asked.
“I want to be her husband and your dad,” I said, pulling her close. “All that’s left is earning your mom’s heart so we can be a real family. Will you help me make Mommy fall in love with me?”
“Yes!” she cheered. “Then I can call you Daddy Nolan?”
“You can call me Daddy anytime,” I promised. “And Marisa, know I will always protect you and your mom. If you ever feel sad or unsafe, just call, and I will come running to you. Alright?”
“Alright!” she said, hugging me tight before leaving the class to join her mom.
Since that day, I knew I had to go harder for my family. I had made a promise to my baby girl, and I was going to make it happen. She deserved a family, and I was gonna give it to her.
Getting back on the bus, I let her sit with Marisa like a good mama. But every few minutes, our eyes met through the mirror above the driver. And each time, she looked away like she didn’t know how to handle what was happening between us.
When the trip was over, we stepped off the bus into the school parking lot. As parents started arriving to pick up their kids I kept an eye on Lena. I waited for her to come over—but instead, she pulled out her phone, lips pursed like she was trying to hide something.
“You good?” I asked.
“Yeah… I’m just about to call a ride. I didn’t drive today. I took a rideshare,” she said, trying to act distant with me.
I immediately got annoyed. The fuck was she tryna do?
Push me away after everything that just happened between us?
I thought I was clear with her ass—I’m not going anywhere.
Not after claiming her and our daughter.
This little game she was playing? That shit didn’t make me laugh. It pissed me the fuck off.
“You playing games with me? The fuck you calling a ride for when your man has a car?”
“Nolan… It’s just… Everything is moving so fast,” she said, her voice small, avoiding my eyes like I was about to burn her down.
“It is! So what?”
She took a deep breath and finally looked up at me, eyes filled with conflict.
“I… I just want us to take our time. I have a child and I need to think carefully before bringing someone into her life like that. We don’t even know each other that well yet. I don’t wanna move too fast and crash when things don’t work out.”
“You won’t crash. And that’s OUR daughter you’re talking about. Fuck, Lena, everything I said while I was deep inside you was real. I’ve been watching you for months. I know what I want. I want you and Marisa. I’m not waiting another day to take my place by your side.”
She gasped at my words like I’d hit her in the chest. But I kept going.
“We need to take our time to?—”
“I already took the damn time. I planned this shit; waited for the right moment. If you feel it’s going too fast then just hold onto me tighter.
I’ll guide you through it. But don’t stand here acting like I didn’t make myself clear.
Calling Marisa only your daughter? That shit hurts. It cuts fucking deep.”
I stepped closer, but she moved back, like she was trying to put space between us and that shit stung.
Bad . It was like she reached in and twisted my heart in her fist. And in that second, I realized that the more intense I got, the more I scared her and if I kept going, I’d lose her. That wasn’t an option.
So I stopped. Looked her dead in the eyes, swallowing down all the fire burning in my chest.
“So now what? We fucked and we just go our separate ways?” I asked, voice low, steady.
“I… Please, let me go. I feel like you’re pushing me to take everything you’re offering without a second thought and that’s scary as fuck! If this is meant to be, I’ll come to you on my own. You can’t force me.”
Her words hit me like a punch. I knew I was intense, impatient. But damn… I had her under my skin. Deep. But knowing that I was scaring her? That shit fucked with my head. As much as it burned, I knew I had to give her space. I had to wait.
I was about to tell her as much. That I’d back the fuck off if that’s what she needed. But then?—
“Lena?” a voice called from across the lot.
I turned and it was that nigga. Her baby daddy.
“I came to pick you up. Marisa told me you were chaperoning today and I knew your car was outta service, so I figured you’d need a ride.”
He said that shit like he was doing her a favor. Like he wasn’t trying to slide back into her life. I looked at him—sharp, cold—and he looked back like he already knew. He knew I wanted her. Just like I knew he still did. Men know .
“Mr. Nolan, right? Marisa’s teacher?” he said, lifting a hand toward me.
I looked at it. Didn’t shake shit. Just turned to Lena.
“If you need a ride, I’ll drive you,” I said, voice tight.
“No, I’ll be fine. Lex will drive us home,” she said, pointing toward him.
That shit cut deeper than I expected. My stomach twisted, my jaw clenched. She chose him over me. Even after everything. It hurt like a motherfucker.
“Okay. Let’s go then. Mr. Nolan, keep doing a good job for my family, aight?” the nigga said, smug as hell.
I didn’t answer. I just kept my eyes locked on Lena.
She felt it. Felt my hurt. My rage. But she still walked the fuck away. Walked toward him . I didn’t move. Couldn’t move.
I just stood there, hoping and praying that she’d come back to me.
But fuck.
This hurt like hell.