“Quinn, are you okay?”
“Amy, who is that? The one on the left?” I ask, my throat thick, as I point him out.
Amy’s eyes follow to where I’m pointing. “Oh, um... I saw him in the newspaper a couple of weeks ago. Matthew... Marcus... no Martin. His name is Martin Rogers. He’s on the board of trustees for the school. Why do you ask?”
“No reason,” I lie, hoping she doesn’t press the subject. “Come on, class will be starting soon.”
What the hell do I do?
If I tell Dwight, who knows what he’ll do. Seeing how angry he got that night at the club, I can’t risk him coming face to face with him again and doing something that he’ll come to regret.
I can risk him losing his job for me, and certainly not over a low-life like Martin Rogers.
For the rest of the day, my mind keeps returning to Martin Rogers. I can’t believe he was here, walking around like nothing matters, like he didn’t force himself on me only a couple of months ago. Who knows how many other girls he’s done the exact same thing to.
After that night at the club, I prayed to God that I’d never have to face him again, but there he was, walking across campus like nothing could touch him.
Once class is over, Amy heads off to study in the library, but I decide to head home. After seeing Martin Rogers, I’m not in the mood to study, or do anything for that matter, I only hope that when I meet up with Tori later that it will be enough to take my mind off of him.
My phone vibrates in my pocket and I pull it out. It’s Tori.
“Hey.”
“Hey, I’ve just got to the restaurant, do you want me to wait for you or grab a table?” Tori asks.
“Head inside and get a table, it’s freezing out here, I’ll be about ten minutes, it’s not a long walk. I’ll see you soon, okay?”
“Sure, see you in a bit.”
I hang up, stuffing my phone into my coat pocket and thrusting my hands inside, my fingers are like popsicles, tingling painfully from the cold. By now, campus is deserted, not a single soul in sight.
“Well thisisa surprise indeed,” an all too familiar voice says from behind me, an involuntary shiver rolling its way down my spine as my stomach sinks.
I turn around and suck in a sharp gasp when I seehimstanding only a couple of feet away from me wearing a smug grin, his head tipped to the side as he eyes me curiously.
Martin Rogers.
“Hello again, angel.” He smirks, his eyes raking down the length of my body and back up again.
“W-What are you doing here?” I force out, my throat closing up. I desperately try to hide the wobble in my voice, but I feel like a deer caught in the headlights of a speeding car.
“I’m on the board of trustees. I have to keep up appearances every now and again, thought I’d drop by today, and my day just got a whole lot better for seeing you. Say... not with your professor boyfriend today? Don’t tell me you two lovebirds have broken up already.”
Shit.
He knows about Dwight? How?
“Leave him out of this.”
He tuts. “I’m pretty sure you’re breaking a number of school rules by spreading your legs for your professor, and yet, I couldn’t even get you to suck my cock and make some money in the process.”
The memory of that night turns my stomach, but I refuse to let him scare me, I refuse to appear weak in front of the Devil incarnate, so I fold my arms across my chest and stand a little straighter.
I raise my chin and return his smirk. “While we’re on the subject, how is your shrivelled dick these days? I do hope I didn’t break it,” I say, sarcasm dripping from my voice.
“Oh no, angel. I’m doing just fine, thanks for asking, you want to test it out?”
“I don’t make a habit of sucking old, wrinkled pencil-dicks, and I’m not about to start now.”
