Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
Lena Hendrix
I could feel it the moment we stepped into that cold-ass room—tension thick enough to choke on.
The board members of St. Gabrielle Academy were already seated, smug and self-righteous behind their polished wooden table.
Mrs. Porter’s nasty ass sat to the left, legs crossed too high, fake pearl earrings dancing as she turned her head like she ran this place.
She had a smirk on her face like she thought she had the upper hand, like just being in this room meant she already won.
Bitch, please.
She was one of the reasons Nolan and I had been summoned to this meeting.
I hadn’t heard shit from her since the day she barged in and caught me mid-fuck with my man during that field trip.
I thought maybe she’d swallowed her jealousy and learned her place.
But nope. Here she was again, slinking around like a damn snake, still tryna bite.
And the second person accusing Nolan of professional misconduct?
None other than Lex. My ex-fiancé. The same sorry bastard who got played like a violin by Silas while Nolan and I watched his world fall apart.
I thought that whole takedown was enough to shut his stupid ass up.
Guess not. He was sitting right next to Mrs. Porter, looking pathetic.
Both of them were buzzing, eyes gleaming with that grimy kind of excitement that only comes when you think you're about to destroy somebody. They really thought today was gonna be the end of Nolan Hendrix.
My husband was cool as ever though. He sat beside me like this was just another staff meeting. One leg crossed, suit sharp, expression unreadable. But what they couldn’t see, and what had me coming undone inside, was what his hand was doing under the fucking table.
Two fingers inside me. Slow, steady, purposeful.
My pussy clenched around them hard. Every curl of his fingers hit that spot just right; he was playing my body in front of all these people and daring me to make a sound.
The man was fucking sick. I was sweating in places they couldn’t see and biting my tongue to keep from moaning.
My thighs were locked tighter than a church vault, and still, he kept going.
“Miss Morrow,” one of the board members said, pulling my gaze back up with a snap.
He was middle-aged, glasses too low on his nose, and looked like he’d never made a woman cum in his life.
“We’ve received serious allegations. Mr. Hendrix is accused of engaging in sexual activity with you, the mother of student Marisa Morrow, during school hours on a field trip. ”
He cleared his throat. “This would be a breach of our code of conduct, which all St. Gabrielle staff are expected to uphold at the highest moral and professional standard. We’ve called this meeting so you and Mr. Hendrix may speak on the matter before we take further disciplinary action.”
He turned to Nolan. “Mr. Hendrix should these allegations prove true, the sanctions you would face are as follows: Immediate suspension from your position without pay. A formal report sent to the diocesan educational board and the Department of Education. Termination of your teaching license. Permanent ban from working at any Catholic or private academic institution within the state. Legal proceedings if any elements of this situation are deemed criminal under state or federal law.”
He paused and turned his head back to me. “So tell us, Miss Morrow, is it true you engaged in sexual activity with Mr. Hendrix during a field trip?”
My tongue was heavy. My body betrayed me. Nolan’s fingers slid in deeper and twisted just right. I clenched the edge of my chair like it might save me from the heat crawling up my spine and setting fire to every nerve.
“I—uh—I…” I could barely breathe. A soft whimper slipped out, and Nolan had the audacity to smile like butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth.
“Answer the question, Miss Morrow,” Mrs. Porter snarked. “And don’t you dare lie to this board. I was there. I saw everything.”
Bitch, bye. Your ugly ass is the least of my problems right now, I said to myself. I needed a full moment to keep from cumming all over this damn seat.
I dug my nails into Nolan’s thigh under the table, silently begging him to stop.
But no. He just wiggled those fingers again, slow and deep, pressing right against that spot that made my head tilt back involuntarily.
My breath hitched. My lips parted. I tried to cover the sound with a cough. No one bought it.
And then, he pulled those slick fingers out of me like he hadn’t just wrecked my whole damn body. Calm as hell, he brought them up to his mouth and sucked them clean. Right there. In front of the entire board.
Jesus Christ. This man is fucking crazy.
Then he leaned forward, elbows on the table, eyes locked on every single one of them, voice dropping deep and deliberate.
“It’s not Miss Morrow anymore,” he said. “It’s Mrs. Hendrix.”
Gasps and murmurs erupted. I could see Lex and Mrs. Porter’s faces crumble in real-time, like their little power trip had just blown up in their faces. They hadn’t seen that shit coming.
It happened two weeks ago. This man gave me dick that morning so good it scrambled my damn thoughts. I remember saying, “if you keep giving me good dick like this, I might marry you on the spot.” It was just some after-sex nonsense, something to say when your body is weak and your mind is mush.
But nothing is just a joke with Nolan Hendrix. Nothing is casual. One wrong email and he was dicking me down during my daughter’s field trip. One playful comment and I was a whole-ass wife before dawn.
Nolan sat back like a king on his throne, calm as ever. “Lena Hendrix. Marisa Hendrix. That’s my family. And yeah, I was assisting my fiancée, now wife, during that trip. You got a problem with a husband looking after his own?”
The board shifted, rattled. But they hadn’t even seen the worst yet.
“Assisting how?” asked the same member from earlier, sounding far less confident now. “We weren’t aware you were engaged. Even so, things done in private shouldn’t cross over into school activities. You were caught having sex.”
“Where’s your proof?” Nolan asked, unbothered.
“I was there. I saw everything,” Mrs. Porter shot back.
“Oh, so what you’re saying, Mrs. Porter, is that you were in the same room as us while we were supposedly having sex?
” Nolan’s voice was calm, but sharp. “That sounds a little inappropriate, don’t you think?
Why would I want to have sex in front of you?
And even if I did, is there anything to prove it besides your word? ”
Mrs. Porter’s face drained of all color. Just as we thought—she couldn’t provide her video. Because showing it would mean admitting she was in the same room. You can’t accuse us of immorality and not include yourself.
“I had a video,” she mumbled, “but something happened, and I lost everything. Still, my word should suffice. I can attest there were sexual activities, and because I caught them, Mr. Hendrix made the bus leave without me. I had to pay an Uber to get back.”
“So this is all because of a damn Uber you paid?” Nolan teased, petty as hell.
Mrs. Porter was fuming. “I swear you two were having sex. I’m not lying.”
“If only your words were worth something, but I’m afraid we can’t just take them like that,” said a voice entering the room.
It was a beautiful Black woman, around my age, with deep brown skin, thick black hair, and clear eyes.
The room went silent the second she stepped in—the kind of silence that made people straighten their backs and stand at attention.
She was important to this board and my eyes widened as I realized who it was.
She winked at me, and I still couldn’t fully process what I was seeing.
It was Coco. Nolan’s sister.
I was surprised to see her here in a professional setting, but I really shouldn’t have been.
By now, I should’ve learned that everyone around Nolan, even Nolan himself, wasn’t as simple as they seemed.
Nolan had been a university professor before making the unexpected career switch to teaching fourth grade.
He owned a house you’d expect from someone who made major moves, yet you’d never guess it just by looking at him.
His brother led an entire special-ops team, but I’d watched him play bodyguard for a celebrity like it was nothing.
And then there was Coco, someone I’d only ever seen with Aja and Marisa, never knowing what she actually did for a living, standing there, completely at ease in this world.
“Excuse me for being late. I’m Coraline Banks, a lawyer specializing in compliance, ethics, and litigation; I’m the legal and ethics representative assigned by the Catholic School District,” Coco said coolly. “Before we proceed with any sanctions, I’d like to address something.”
She held up a small remote, aimed it at the mounted TV behind her, and pressed play.
The footage was clear. Mrs. Porter. In my man’s classroom. Voice breathless. “Please, Mr. Nolan. Let me taste it. Just once. Just the tip.”
Gasps filled the room.
The camera angle changed. It was her again, this time rubbing herself against Nolan’s desk, whispering his name like a prayer. Then a screen showed a transfer log—32 videos. All sent to Nolan over the last year.
Coco turned to her directly. “Mrs. Porter, your behavior clearly qualifies as workplace harassment. Mr. Hendrix’s refusal to engage in your advances seems to have motivated your false accusations.”
“No…” Mrs. Porter gasped. “I… I’m not lying.”
“It doesn’t matter whether you are or not.
The fact remains that you blatantly harassed Mr. Hendrix.
We cannot accept your testimony. If Mr. Hendrix were to file a suit against this school for any sanctions imposed based on your claims, we’d lose because we’d be siding against a victim of harassment.
And for your information, this school will be pressing charges against you , Mrs. Porter, for requesting sexual favors from one of our staff members. ”
“This is ridiculous!” Lex’s voice boomed across the room.
“You don’t know this man! He’s capable of all kinds of inappropriate things!
I saw them flirting in front of students!
You should investigate and punish him! They weren’t even engaged during that trip!
And aren’t you going to say something after he announced he’d changed my daughter’s name? Marisa is my daughter!”
Nolan’s little smirk tugged at his lips like he was watching a comedy show.
“As for you, Mr. Carter,” Coco continued, her voice steel.
“We’ve received an official complaint regarding your treatment of Marisa Hendrix, a minor.
She’s testified that you physically abused her.
The police are here. Both you and Mrs. Porter will be escorted out. These cases are now in legal hands.”
Lex stood up in a panic, but two officers entered before he could take a step. They cuffed him and Mrs. Porter right then and there.
Nolan turned to me, slow as ever, leaned in like he was gonna whisper something sweet—but instead, he kissed my neck, low and slow, like I was a dessert he’d waited all day to taste.
And as they dragged Lex and Mrs. Porter out, Nolan reached for my hand, kissed my ring, and whispered, just loud enough for me to melt all over again:
“Time to go fuck, Mrs. Hendrix. You still owe me the moans you had to swallow in this room.”
Fuck.
I was ready.