Rolling my eyes at myself, I return to my barstool and pluck my phone out of the charging station. More giggles build in my throat at the sight of my sparkling, pom-pom case squeezed inbetween four plain black cases that look like they were bought in a four-pack.
My attention is caught by the little half-filled jar next to the charging bay. There’s a white pearly substance in it and yesterday’s date written on the lid. I frown as I stare at it. What the fuck is—
My mouth drops open.
Is that…did they—surely not. That is not a jar full of their cum collected from my vagina last night. Nope. Nope. Absolutely not.
But also, how is that even possible? Did they, like, scoop it out or something? Or did they hold the jar at my pussy and wait for it to leak out?
And double also, why the fuck is the idea of them sitting around while cum collects in a jar so fucking hot?
With a shuddering inhale, I turn my attention to my phone, filing my questions away for later.
The first thing I see when my phone lights up are the multiple missed calls and texts from Will.
Fuck.
I totally forgot about him.
My heart sinks into my ass, and it’s only just occurring to me now that what I put him through was really fucking twisted. He had no idea I was using him as an experiment to get over my daddies. To him, we were actually going to be a real couple if everything worked out.
I am such a bitch.
Biting my lip, I open the message thread and force myself to read all the messages from top to bottom. At first, they are only updates, letting me know he is going to shower and will be out soon, with details on how to get to the back hallways so that we can catch up. He double-checks that I’m still okay to go out for dinner. And then he starts asking if everything is okay. Thenthere are missed-call notifications. The last message makes me feel about one inch tall.
Will:Hey, just spoke with Oakley. You picked the professor, huh? I guess I was wrong about him being your uncle then. I knew there was something going on between the two of you, but I thought that you would have at least had the balls to tell me what I was competing against. This is really fucked up, Ems. He’s twice your age. Is this why he stepped down from teaching our class?
More than a few emotions flash through my system, leaving me hot and with a tense stomach. Pretty much every feeling ever is now battling for dominance inside of me, and I’m not sure how to reply to Will. My thumbs hover over the screen and sentences like “I’m so sorry” and “Who the hell do you think you are” and “You don’t know me” swirl to the front of my mind.
It takes several deep breaths and trying to put myself in his shoes—because, yes, abandoning him without even sending him a text was a shitty thing to do—to find a reply that I hope will smooth things over. I keep everyone’s actual names out of the text message, because neither Derek nor I need Will posting revenge pics on the NU forums.
Not that I actually think he would do that, but I’ve seen people do worse shit for way less of a reason.
Me:Hey, I’m not going to respond to any of the questions in your last message. We both know the answers. What I will say is that I’m so sorry for dragging you into my situation. And not that I owe you an explanation, because my relationship with him is my personal business, but we broke up when we found out about our professional relationship. It crushed me. You and I met about a week later. Being with him wasn’t an option, and I really liked you. So, when you showed interest, I wanted totry. But, clearly, I never got over him. He has done everything to make it possible for us to be together, and when I understood that, I knew I wanted to be with him. I never meant to hurt you, but I know I have, no matter how unintentionally, and for that, I am truly sorry. I hope that we can still be friends and study together, but if you need space, I will respect that. Let me know.
I read it over several times, making a tweak here and there, and finally hit send when I realize all I’m doing is procrastinating. Just as I tap the little blue button, hands land on my waist and lips press to my cheek, sending a sharp spike of fear from my heart to my pussy.
My phone clatters to the counter, and I jolt in my seat, almost toppling from it. The only thing that saves me is Derek gripping my waist tightly as the stool wobbles precariously beneath me. Honestly, I’m lucky I don’t actually pee myself.
“Jesus Christ, Derek,” I gasp, hand clutching at my heart as I turn to glare up at him. “You can’t sneak up on a girl like that.”
Derek chuckles and gives my waist a squeeze before leaning down to peck a kiss on my forehead. “I wasn’t being quiet, baby. I thought you heard me approaching. What were you so engrossed in?”
My cheeks burn, but I don’t break eye contact. “I was messaging Will.”
Derek’s jaw tightens, and I can see him working hard to keep his composure. “I see.”
Swallowing, I reach for my banana and start to peel it. “As you know, I was supposed to be on a date with him last night. When I left the arena, I forgot to message him and say I was leaving. He knows I left to meet with you. So, I was letting him know I was sorry for ghosting him and that things between him and I aren’t going to work out.”
Before he can try to get more words out of me, I take a bite of my banana and then do the thing where you peer up at a man through your eyelashes so you look cute and innocent.
Derek studies me for a minute and ends up believing my act because he gives me another forehead kiss, which I think might be my most favorite thing in the world now.
Forehead kisses from Daddy.
Just…something about it makes me feel special and treasured.
He takes his turn in the kitchen, setting up the coffee machine and getting his mug out. While his back is turned, I pick up my phone and see that my message to Will has been read, but there is no reply yet.
