Hudson looks at me for the briefest of seconds, the stupid fucking sad smile on his face. “Goodbye, kitten.”
I blink, heart twisting with that sick sensation. Something is happening right now, but I have no idea what. It’s like the fogfrom the concussion is back, and I can’t make the pieces of this situation go together.
“Bye, Hudson,” I reply shakily and finally give in to the flight mode that has been begging me to leave since I arrived.
Goodbye, kitten.
What the fuck just happened?
Chapter 73
Emery
YourDadsBestFriend:You look sad tonight. Anything we can help with?
shesgotdaddyissues:Did you not do well on your test today? You studied so hard!
YourDadsBestFriend:@shesgotdaddyissues no, I have no doubt she did amazing on that! It must be something else.
ConstructionDaddy:Are you sick, little one? Is that what’s got you down?
shesgotdaddyissues:@YourDadsBestFriend exactly! I believe in our girl, but sometimes tests can get the better of us.
More messages from my regular watchers come through among theYou’re so beautifulcomments and the comments letting me know they sent me a DM, but the one username I equally do and don’t want to see is absent.
“My test was fine. Actually, I finished with twelve minutes to spare. The results should be coming out in about fifteen minutes,” I partially answer, hoping they drop their concern if I divert them.
shesgotdaddyissues:How are they graded so quickly? I used to have to wait an entire week or more to get results.
“The test was done on our laptops. We have special software installed that locks the screens so we can’t go searching for the answers, unless it’s an open-book. And with it being multiple choice only, the software determines the results based on the answers supplied by the person who set up the test,” I explain, because, yes, I did go down a rabbit hole, wondering how it worked.
I’ve worked way too hard to get to where I am to let some asshole ruin it for me by cheating on a test that could have been done on paper.
YourDadsBestFriend:So if it’s not test related, what’s wrong, baby? Something has definitely gotten you down.
I heave a sigh, my diversion clearly not having worked, and readjust on my bed so that I’m lying on my side, my head in the palm of my hand. “It’s boy drama.”
Boy drama was probably downplaying it. More like man chaos.
I don’t think I have ever gotten back to my dorm faster than I did after leaving Hudson’s office, the notebook burning in my palms as I raced across campus so that I could read his reply in the privacy of my room.
I don’t know what exactly I was expecting, but getting a summary of his life wasn’t it.
He’d introduced me to his family, told me about his career and life, how he’d left the world of investment portfolio management to come and teach. Though my focus is on becoming an accountant, I know a little bit about the world he is from, and holy shit, no wonder he can afford to shower me with gifts.
It makes me wonder if he still dabbles a little and if he manages portfolios for the other three. It would make sense. Professors are paid pretty decently, but not enough to drop tens of thousands of dollars on a sugar baby.
My favorite part was when he’d told me about discovering he was kinky.
As for my kinky side, I learned that little detail about myself while I was in college. A girl I’d been dating for a few weeks invited me to a party she was going to. I vaguely remember her saying something about it being a wild party scene, that I needed to keep my mind open, and that I should have as much fun as I wanted because she was going to.
Being a nerdy twenty-year-old, with exactly one ex-girlfriend who I barely made it to third base with, who up until that point hadn’t really been exposed to anything other than a very vanilla lifestyle and spent most of his life buried in textbooks, I assumed it meant that people were going to get drunk and the music was going to be loud. Maybe some drugs.
The only thing I’d been right about was that the music was very loud. She took me to a swingers party in a rentedmansion. There were hundreds of semi and completely naked bodies from the moment we walked in. Everywhere I looked, there were barely dressed people standing around, having conversations, and right there, by the front door, was a woman being fucked against the wall by one man as another kissed her.
The memories of how my girlfriend got me from the front door, stripped me down to my underwear, and deeper into the house are still hazy to this day. The one thing that I remember with crystal clarity is when we made it to what was presumably the sitting room. We went over to a group of people my girlfriend knew, and I positioned myself with my back to the wall, hugging her to my chest as she chatted, allowing me to scan the room, which was fuller than I would have expected.
My gaze eventually landed on a group of people standing around, water bottles in hand. The man leading the conversation had a woman with bright pink hair kneeling on the floor in front of him, pants undone enough to have his cock buried deeply in her mouth as he spoke, gesturing about, making his friends laugh, before taking a drink of water. Every now and then, he would reach down and stroke her hair or thrust in and out of her mouth, but she would remain perfectly still.
