Page 79 of Tank’s Weakness

“What’s wrong?” I ask immediately.

“Would you mind coming to my office Miss Harris? We would like to speak to you,” Principal Marshall says.

“Are my students okay? Is someone hurt? Did something happen?” I ask rapidly, fearing the worst.

Mrs. Lynch offers me a sympathetic smile. “Your students are fine, but we need you to come with us.”

I nod, giving them a brittle smile. With a shaky hand, I set the marker back down and walk toward them. As we head down the hall, I wipe my sweaty hands onto my pant legs. A feeling of dread rolls through me.

Something is wrong. Something bad is happening, and I just don’t know what. Mrs. Stephensen shoots me a questioning glance as we walk by her classroom, and I look at her helplessly.

Did someone else’s parents ask to be removed from my classroom? Do they need to update me about one of my students? Oh god. What if Blaine managed to do something else to ruin my happiness?

I’ve been so happy lately that I’ve almost forgotten about all the bullshit he’s pulling. Not until it slaps me in the face.

They shut the door behind me as we step into the office. Without having to be asked, I take a seat across from Principal Marshall’s desk. Mrs. Lynch takes the seat next to me and turns her body toward me.

“Sorry for the early morning interruption, but what we have to discuss couldn’t wait,” Principal Marshall says.

“Can you please tell me what’s happening?” I beg.

They share a look, and Marshall takes a deep breath. “Delaney, you know I think you’re a fantastic teacher, and before this year, you’ve been perfect. Parents and students love you. Then this year things have changed. I talked to you about the concerns.”

“Concerns manufactured by my ex. Ones I’ve reported to the police, per your suggestion,” I cut in.

“We understand that this isn’t a situation of your making exactly, but we’ve reached a boiling point,” Mrs. Lynch says gently.

“What does that mean?” I ask, heart racing.

They share another look, and Mrs. Lynch nods.

Principal Marshall opens a tablet on his desk, unlocks the screen, and slides it to me. “This was sent to us last night.”

With shaky hands, I press play. I can’t help but gasp, hand flying over my mouth as I watch the video. Someone recorded Tank and me through my bedroom window. You can tell that they have the camera pressed up against the glass, and despite the horrible angle, you can tell exactly what’s going on.

“Don’t come, Warren,” I hiss as I press a button a remote control.

Tank groans as he pulls me roughly down onto his cock. Both of us have our heads tossed back in bliss, and you can hear the faint buzzing in the video from the toy I have in him.

Tears roll down my cheeks.

This…

This can’t be happening.

“As you can see, a video of you having sexual relations was published on a porn site. When you filled out your onboarding paperwork, you signed it saying you would never post explicit content,” Mrs. Lynch says softly.

“Because of this, we are going to have to let you go,” Principal Marshall adds.

My head snaps up, and I look back and forth between the two of them. “Excuse me? You’re firing me?”

“We have to. When parents find out that this is out there, they won’t want you to be around their children,” Mrs. Lynch says.

“This is bullshit, and you know it. You can very much tell that I didn’t know this was being filmed. It’s clear that neither of us knew we were being watched, and because some sick pervert took something that was private and uploaded it to the internet, I’m being punished?” I scoff.

“Our hands are tied,” Principal Marshall says.

“I’ll sue you for unlawful termination. You can’t do this to me. If I did it on my own, sure, that would be one thing. But someone filmed me without my consent. I’m the victim here,” I say, my voice getting louder.