Her mouth hangs open and a blush stains her cheek, her eyes wide like she can’t believe what I just said, and I break into a full-on belly laugh.
“I’m just saying.” I shrug.
She shakes her head, fighting a smile.
Chapter 43
Dwight
“Oh Dwight, over here.” Richard Harris waves me over from where he’s standing just up a head of me. He’s stood talking to someone who’s back is to me, but as I approach, his face comes into view and my heart stops.
Martin Rogers.
My fists clench.
He looks at me as I get closer and I see the moment recognition flashes in his mind. His eyes widen slightly in surprise, but then his mouth curves upwards as if trying to fight a smile.
“Dwight, I’d like you to meet Martin Rogers, he’s the secretary to the board of trustees. He’s been with us here at the University for almost twenty-three years,” Richard introduces.
“It’s good to meet you, Dwight.” Rogers holds out his hand and I reluctantly take it. If only I’d got a knife on me right now, I’d chop off that fucking hand for what he’s done.
“Likewise.” I force a smile.
“So you’re a professor here at the University?”
“Yes. English Literature.”
Richard’s phone begins to ring, and he pulls it from his pocket. “Excuse me gentlemen, I need to take this.” He accepts the call and presses the phone to his ear and walking away.
“Well, what a small world it is to seeyouhere,” Rogers says with a bit of a smirk.
“Isn’t it just. Can’t say that I’m happy about it though.”
“Now that’s not very polite.”
“How’s the dick by the way? Still working after you almost got it bitten off?”
“All in working order, thanks for the concern, it’s kind of you. Speaking of, how is the little whore these days?”
“None of your fucking business, and I suggest you watch your mouth,” I warn. I can feel the rage burning in the pit of my stomach, my pulse pounding in my chest as I try to keep it at bay.
“I had to get a tetanus shot because of that little bitch.”
“Then maybe you should listen in future when a woman says no.”
“You better watch yourself with that one, Dwight. She’s a wild one, but then I like a bit of fight in them, makes me hard.” He smirks.
I take a step closer, my body tensed, my jaw locked tight as a growl rumbles in my chest. “You piece of shit.”
“Now, now, Dwight, be very careful. What are you going to do? Are you going to take me down here and now in front of the whole campus? No... because then you’d lose not only your job but your freedom when I send you to prison for assault, and then where would your little whore be? Ah that’s right, she’d be with me, in my bed, riding my cock like the little whore she is. I’d fuck her ‘til she can’t walk, make her beg and bleed...”
I know he’s trying to rile me up, taunt me into punching him, and my need to slam my first into his face is too goddamn strong, but my love for Quinn is even stronger.
I have to be strong for her.
My fists are clenched so tight my nails are drawing blood on my palms, but I don’t care. “You stay the fuck away from her, you hear? You ever touch her again, it’ll be the last thing you ever do.”
“Empty threats don’t scare me, Dwight, and I suggest you back off.”
