Chapter Nineteen
Evangeline
IheardCole calling after me when I tried to leave, but I told him to back off. When the guard at the front door appeared out of nowhere, Cole was quick to do as I asked. I can’t believe he was being so possessive. We aren’t together. This is just sex.
I’m glad I have a few days to let everything sink in and even more thankful that I never gave him my number. With it being Sunday, I know he can’t get into my school records, but if he did, I’d definitely cut him off. That would be crossing the line—big time.
I’m learning quickly that being in a secret club has its drawbacks and calling my normal friends just won’t work. After a restless night, I decide to call Kamii for some advice. I know she has more on her plate than my drama, but I need help.
There are only a few rings before she answers with sleepiness in her voice. “Aw, is someone not getting much sleep?” I say into the phone. “Do you want me to call you later?”
“It’s okay.” She yawns. “It’s nice to get a little bit of normalcy in my life. What’s up? Did you go to the club last night? Preston got a call saying there was a minor incident but that it didn’t escalate to anything. Did you notice something going on?”
“And that’s why I’m calling,” I sing out. “The minor issue was me.”
“Angie, no. What happened?” Kamii blurts out, concerned.
“So how did you find out it was Preston you were playing with at the club?” I ask, beating around the bush before I spill the beans.
“It wasn’t until he was in my office asking me to represent him. Why?”
“Well…guess what?”
“Crap. You know someone?”
“I didn’t when I first entered, but guess who’s my teacher?”
“Holy schmoly! Are you serious?”
“As a heart attack.”
“How did you figure out it was him?”
“Come on, I stare at the guy for three hours every other night, listening to him talk. It wasn’t that hard to put two and two together.”
“So which one is your teacher? Wait, we are talking about the two guys, right?”
“Yeah, Maverick is my teacher. Secret is still, well, a secret.”
“He’s still playing this little game?”
“Yup, and that’s what brings me to calling you,” I point out. “I’ve come out to Maverick, Professor Spence, Cole,fuck me, whatever I should call him,” I hear her laugh but continue anyway, “and instead of letting it ruin our time at the club, let’s just say we added to our experience by living out another type of fantasy in his classroom.”
“Angie!” Kamii yells out in disbelief.
I grin, moving on. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, but that’s not the issue. So last night, Secret—I know that’s not his club name, but it’s how I refer to him—anyway, he was finally coming around last night. He was actually going to join us, but Cole kept getting in between us, like he was trying to prevent it from happening, which is bullshit. We aren’t together!” I blurt out in frustration.
“Ah yes, the human factor has reared its ugly head. No matter how much we try to remain anonymous, things still happen, and feelings get in the way.”
“Um, you could have warned me about this part.”
She sighs. “It doesn’t happen to everyone, just the lucky ones,” she teases.
“Oh jeez, thanks,” I deadpan.
“Wait, what was the incident then?” she asks, bringing us back to the issue.
“After he pulled me away from Secret, I got mad and left. I’d had enough and put my foot down. He tried to come after me, but when the guard appeared he backed off quickly.”
