11
I watched her go into Dean’s officeand then followed her at a distance down the stairs and along the hallway, where she went into the business school’s library. She chose a table by the window, unloaded her bag, and then started scrolling through her phone. While she was preoccupied with whatever she was doing on her phone, I returned to our Finance classroom and walked in to find him at the whiteboard, writing up a list.
“Yes, Mr. Warwick,” he said in a tone that I didn’t like.
“I need notes from yesterday’s class,” I told him, and he slowly put the lid on the marker, taking his fucking time to deliberately erk me. “I’ll email it to you later.”
“I need it now,” I spoke sternly to show him whose boss.
He flicked me a look that I didn't like, then clenched his jaw and repeated, “I’ll email it to you soon.”
Cutting to the chase, “Why was Adina in here?”
“Who?” he picked up the whiteboard eraser and wiped a couple of words off, and while his back was turned, I imagined my fist plowing into his skull. Hitting a man while he turned the other way was coward’s play, and if my father found out, he’d disown me even when the man I was punching was an enemy.
I flexed my fingers, “Adina Boleyn. Why was she here, just now?”
“Same reason as you. Notes from yesterday’s class, and I emailed them to her,” he said, still with his back turned. This pissed me off for two reasons. One, he was disrespecting me, and two, he was showing that he wasn't afraid of me.
“You’re not fucking touching her, are you?” I blurted, unable to hold back, and this time he turned and looked at me in the eye, “Don’t be ridiculous.”
“Excuse me? What’s ridiculous about you fucking your students, Deano? Everyone knows you do it, and Adina is your latest victim,” I hissed at him.
He shook his head, wearing a smirk, “She came in here for notes, Ezrah. That is all. Go ask her yourself, if you don’t believe me.”
“I will,” I promised him. “But let this be a warning that if I find out that you touched even a hair on her head, I’ll take pics and send them to your wife.”
He scoffed, “I don’t have a wife, Mr. Warwick.”
“Oh, sorry, I meant that woman you shack up with in Richmond, what’s her name…? Does she know you fuck students?” I had little information on her, just because I didn’t care enough to investigate further. But I knew he had a partner, and that was enough to provoke a reaction.
“There’s the door, Mr. Warwick,” he said in a warning tone, “if you were wise, you’d leave.”
“Or what?” I challenged him. “What are you going to do about it? Kick me out of Castlehill? You know the president of Castlehill is a good friend of my father, right?” I sniggered and patted him on his shoulder. “Not a good idea to piss off the Warwicks, bro.”
As I was about to leave, he murmured loud enough so I could hear, “Been interrogated by Detective Magone yet?”
“What?” I snarled, clenching my hands into fists.
He feigned innocence before shooting, “You wouldn’t want to end up where your father is, would you?”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” I stepped toward him as the door opened, and a student poked his head inside and asked if they could come in. “Sure,” Dean answered, then turned to me and said, “I know his death had something to do with you, Mr. Warwick.”
I left in a suppressed fury, annoyed that I had to wade through a crowd of students. Once I was clear, I fled back to the Business School library downstairs, stormed towards her table, then froze when I saw that damn detective standing over Adina quietly speaking to her.
I stepped behind a bookshelf, moved books out of the way to create a line of vision, and then studied their body language. My possessiveness of Adina was clawing at me like an unwanted friend because as I stood there, I was more concerned with whether he was flirting with her, than if they were talking about the death on the train. What the fuck was the matter with me?
Luckily, for the detective, he was professional, and I saw no sign of him coming onto my girl, what, no, I mean Adina. She wasn’tmygirl; she wasagirl. Anyway, he finally left, and once he was out of the way, I swooped in and planted my entitled ass opposite her so that I could look her in the eye.
“What did he want?” I demanded to know.
“Oh, what, you don’t say, hello Adina, how are you today? I hope you’re feeling better after that anxiety attack yesterday?” She mocked my rudeness, and honestly, I enjoyed it. “Well, actually, I’m catching up on the Finance class I missed because you know, I couldn’t breathe and had to leave.” She showed me the notes emailed to her on the screen of her phone, so I was relieved that Dirty ol’ Dean was honest about that part, but he had time to fuck her in his office or at least finger her.
“Glad you’re feeling better after I saved your life,” I hit, patting myself on the back for her hero. Yes, I liked being her hero.
She leaned across the table and pointed her naughty finger at me, “Do you have my pair of panties?”
“Strange change of subject, and yes, I stole them from your room,” I stated proudly.
