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“Not that it’s any of your business, Professor Rossi, but what we have is so much more than sleeping with each other.” He smiles, flashing those irresistible dimples. He splays a huge hand over my upper arm, holding me even closer.
I stiffen, not knowing what to do with myself, especially with all the attention around us. I must look like a deer in the headlights.
“But, it’s just—” Santi clears his throat and rubs his palms nervously against his pants. He looks as uncomfortable in his skin as I feel in mine right now. “It’s not right. Eva, you’re a professor, you’re older than him—”
Micah steps forward, his tone going down to a dangerous depth.
“If you have a problem with our relationship, you talk to me about it, man to man. Not to her. Never her.”
Santi holds his ground in front of Micah for a whole five seconds before he hunches under an invisible weight.
“Y-you’re not the responsible one here. You’re a student.”
“I’m an adult man,” Micah growls, causing Santi to back away. “And Eva is only three years older than me. But of course, you know that. You’re just trying to make her feel like shit, knowing damn well you’re doing her an injustice.” He cocks his head like a raptor. “Maybe she did try to reject me, but I didn’t take no for an answer.”
His arm snakes off of me as he steps further into Santi’s space, forcing him to back off more.
“Why don’t you tell me no on her behalf, Professor? Come on, defend the lady’s honor.”
I can’t see Santi anymore, Micah’s back blocking my field of vision, but I can feel all the pressure.
“Come on,” Micah presses. “Stand up to me.”
Santi mumbles something, and I can tell by the sound of his voice that he’s terrified. I rub the sore spot on my arm above my elbow, which I’m pretty sure is going to bruise, while the man who caused it crumples in on himself like paper in a fist.
He whimpers, and I realize that Micah grabbed his shoulder.
“Listen carefully, Professor, because I’m only going to say this once. Eva Brannan is mine. Whether she’s my girlfriend or I’m her toy boy, it’s none of your fucking business. We are two consenting adults, and our adult games are our own business. Now here’s your takeaway—I’ll fucking bash your face in if you ever speak to my woman again without my permission. Do I make myself clear?”
I can see Santi’s curls quiver as he nods fast. He’s tall compared to me, but he barely reaches Micah’s chin. It only makes me realize how much smaller I am compared to the King who’s toying with all my fucking senses. Santi barely even dares glance at me before he turns on his heel and hurries down the hallway. And when Micah turns around to face me, the entire universe collapses, and he is all that remains. All the bystanders and gawkers disappear like dust in the wind, but the enchantment breaks when he grabs me by the elbow, right where Santi’s fingers dug into my flesh. I wince, and don’t manage to mask it before Micah notices. He frowns and loosens his grip.
“Did he hurt you?”
I shake my head, but I know he sees the lie in my face. His features take on a deadly sharpness.
“I’m gonna fucking bite his head off.”
He makes to go after Santi, but I hold him back.
“You’ll do no such thing.”
His eyebrows dip lower, casting a dangerous shadow over his eyes.
“Why are you protecting him?”
“That’s not what I’m doing,” I reply. He grips me again, though lighter this time, and higher up my arm.
“Are you still in love with him? Is that why you’re protecting him from me?”
I’m not shocked that he knows about me and Santi, because he was bound to find out at some point, hellbent as he is. I’m shocked at his obsession with the fact that I might be in love with somebody else. But apparently that possibility is very real to him because he yanks me close, and pulls me with him down the hallway.
“What the hell are you doing?” I whisper-shriek, desperate to salvage some face in front of my students, but let’s face it—at this point, my reputation is damaged beyond repair.
Micah rounds the corner, keeping me plastered to his side as he eats up the service stairs with long strides. My heart beats faster by the second, as I realize he’s taking me to a wing of the university that is undergoing renovation, scaffolding framing the windows on one side. Once we reach the depth of a secluded corridor, he slams me against a wall of lockers, and traps me against them by leaning a hand right next to my head.
I push my back against the cold locker as his eyes pin me to it.
“Did you enjoy fucking him?”
