Quickly, I push it back in place and lock up the room. I don’t give it another thought as I race from the room. There are better things, or should I say, there’s a better person, occupying my mind.
The rest of my weekend is dedicated to schoolwork and my final. I sneak away to have a few heated conversations with Theodore throughout the day, but other than that, I haven’t seen him since my escape.
It’s driving him insane, he says, pretending to be present in his life when all he can think about is me… us.
“Is there anus?” I asked, keeping my low so I’m not overheard. His response was instantaneous, full of promise while professing his everlasting devotion.
“It will be you and me, my love. I’ve already put the plan into motion.”
I listened to him lay out his proposal, starting with having a long, detailed phone call with his sister-in-law, Stephanie. She’s going to handle his divorce.
“Divorce?” I whispered, feeling my heart pick up in my chest while the blood rushed away from my head. The word should have worried me. The pace at which Theodore was trying to end things so that we could begin should have been alarming. But it wasn’t. I didn’t feel lightheaded and woozy because I wasscared. I felt that way because I couldn’t believe that he loved me enough to want tobe with me.
Guys like me. Men want to fuck me, but no one has ever wanted to just be with me. It doesn’t matter that I’m interesting or intelligent. My looks have only ever been the thing to keep someone around, but once they got what they wanted… they’d vanish just as quickly as they came.
I blame myself for that… I shouldn’t have made it easy for them, but all I wanted was to be well,wanted!I thought I had made the same mistake when I got involved with Mr. Ellis, but no, I didn’t.Not even close.
As I paint, that’s the only thing on my mind, and it shows. My artwork is alive with the love and joy overflowing from my heart. It seeps from my fingertips into the canvas, creating the most beautiful piece I’ve ever made.
I stare at it in amazement, wondering how I will ever top something so perfect. Of course, the stone faces need some more work, but everything else? The flowers… moths, it’s all impeccable.
I know my parents will be proud of my work, but will my love? Especially when he sees how much of him is in it.
That’s a mountain for another day, I decide. Slapping my pastel blue and gold Beats over my ears, I get lost in the music, drowning out the world so I can stay in my bubble just a little longer.
Scarlett Dane
CHAPTER XXIX
Friday came so soon.However, another week of hidden rendezvous and secret meetings in his office will do that. I’ve lost track of all the ways he’s fucked me raw. My body is sore to the touch, but my insides yearn for more, craving the tender, loving pain.
It’s impossible to sit across from him when my muscles tremble with the memory of his touch. The way his lips trailed along my spine as he shoved into me from behind, or when his fingers wrapped around my throat while he whispered filthy promises in my ear. Those same vows are ringing around my neck now, robbing me of my breath while his stare fills me with new life.
I can see these few feet of distance are brutal on him as well, but he teaches with ease, still smiling at every student he makes eye contact with. Mine are always a little longer, though, a little more meaningful than the one he gave to the classmate before.
Five minutes prior to the bell ringing, Mr. Ellis permits us to pack our bags. “Remember, spring break starts Monday! You have a research paper to work on! That is fifty percent of your final! Failure to do it will result in an immediate F in the class!”
Groans boom throughout the class, followed by low whispered mumbles. Theodore laughs at their complaining. Then, while the students are distracted with putting away their supplies, he gives me that stare, the one that typically means he wants me to stay after class, spending my break bent over his desk before I head to my next period.
There’s nothing I need more than his cock spearing my insides, but I can’t. I have to talk to Mr. De Luca about my final project before showing what I have to him in class. It kills me to deny him, but he understands.
I promise him after school. We’ll fuck against his bookshelf in his office, and then I’ll send him happily home, smelling of me, with the residue of my pussy on his tongue.
He lets me go when the bell rings, but not without a longing in his eyes. I feel it all the way out the door. It goes unnoticed by the other students, except Marie. She sees it while she waits for me across the hall.
“Ugh, just an ounce. That’s all I need, an ounce of that look Mr. Ellis shares coming from Mr. Sanders.” She groans, tossing her head back in despair while she pleads to the heavens above.
“Still nothing?” I respond, pushing out of the front door as we hit the main floor. The wind stings my face as it slices across my face. A few months here, and I still haven't gotten used to the weather. The art room is all the way across campus, forcing me to walk through these torturous winds.
I’m watching my feet, head to the breeze, listening to Marie go on about Mr. Sanders, when a woman in heels collides into my shoulder.
The force of our impact sends me flying to the ground with nothing but the cement to cushion my ass.
“Ow! What the hell,” I snap, using Marie’s extended hand as support when I get off the ground.
“I’m so sorry,” the woman exclaims, appearing so before getting a good look at my face. As she scans my features, her expression changes. One moment, she seems to be genuinely remorseful, but now, there’s a sparkle to her crystal blue eyes, one that glints with mischief and harm.
There’s an undeniable tension coming off her shoulders, and despite what her smile says, I know she’s anything but kind.
