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"Don't think that amazing tryst made me forget how mad I am at you for answering my phone. I can't fucking believe you told my father we were dating."
"Hey, watch it little girl. That didn't sound very respectful." Jaxson squeezed the heavy breast he had been caressing before her outburst as added warning.
He didn't like it when she pushed herself away from him, disengaging enough to crawl over Chase and out of the bed. She stood looking down at him, her arms crossed, the most adorable defiance on her sex-flushed face. Under normal circumstances, he would enjoy spanking her into submission, but there was nothing normal about any of the heavy shit going on in their lives right now.
She only made it worse when she spoke, "I'll respect you when you have earned it. That was really shitty, Jax."
"Oh really, Em. It’s so awesome of you to hide us from your parents. To lie about going home this weekend because you're too ashamed to be seen with us in public."
She shouted her reply. "Oh really, Jaxson. Well, what's your excuse for refusing to answer Roberta's calls? Is it so you can avoid telling her about why you’re here in Wisconsin? I know it's because you're too embarrassed to admit you're playing with a curvy co-ed for a few weeks."
Jaxson was on his feet in a flash, gripping her biceps and shaking her as if to put some sense into her. "Listen, I know you're mad at me, but don't you dare try to compare my silence to yours. I'm trying to protect you from the bullshit that comes with being on her radar. I've never wanted to hide us."
Chase was on his feet, trying to wedge himself between them, the consummate peacekeeper. "Alright, everyone calm down. You are both right to be upset."
Jax and Emma both shot him daggers, but Chase continued on fearlessly. "Oh, stop. Emma, don't look so innocent. We would have gladly taken out a full-page ad to announce we were in town if you wanted us to. You are the one who has insisted on keeping our identity here secret. I don't give a shit about anyone else, but I'm hurt too that you don't trust us enough to tell your parents about how important we are to you."
For the first time in the argument she looked contrite and Jaxson was starting to feel vindicated until Chase turned his anger on his direction.
"And you, Jax, never should have answered her phone. That was an invasion of privacy. I'm as hurt as you are that she doesn't want to tell them about us, not because it hurts my ego, but I just know that if she can't tell them, then she'll never be brave enough to leave with us when it's time to go and that breaks my heart."
His words hit home. As always, Chase had his sexy finger on the emotional temperature of the moment.
Emma broke the uncomfortable silence with a whispered confession. "I'm sorry, but I just didn't want to tell them because I didn't want them feeling sorry for me after you guys leave me. It's going to be hard enough to move on with my roommates knowing and asking about you. And I didn't want our final weeks together to be full of sadness and stress."
The weight of Emma's looming sadness hit Jaxson in the gut. He hated the thought of hurting her. The sound of Roberta's ringtone filled the air. His eyes met Chase's. He could feel the pressure closing in on him. He was supposed to have all of the answers, yet everything and everyone important to him felt out of control. Rather than reaching for his phone, he bent to pull on a rumpled pair of jogging shorts and a University of Wisconsin T-shirt.
He was half way to the door when he let them know, "I'm going for a run." He had just put a ball cap and sunglasses on when he heard Emma's angry "What a hypocrite."
Jaxson dashed out of the room, leaving his still ringing cell phone behind. He only wished he could leave the pressing guilt of hurting the only people he cared about behind as easily.
* * *
Three miles later, Jaxson found himself standing in front of the College of Business building on campus. He was sweaty and out of breath after his long run. He wanted to be angry with Emma and Chase, but all he'd been able to sort out as he pressed his body hard was that he felt out of control and he hated it.
It had been years since he'd felt this out of control. It had been back when he was an undergrad at NYU when his father was running for US Senator that things had come to a head. It had been Chase even then who had shown him that he didn't have to play the role of victim when his father had tried to capitalize on Jaxson's growing fame as a top model. He had taken control then, and by God, he would get things back under control now.
And his first stop was to have a discussion with the head of Emma's department. No one would get away with hurting her on his watch.
The building directory in the lobby gave him the location of Professor Harold Kanowski, Dean of the College of Business. Jaxson stopped in a men’s room he passed just long enough to splash some cold water on his face and pat down the sweat he'd worked up while running.
It was late in the afternoon and Jax was relieved there were only a few students in the building between summer classes. He arrived at the closed door of the Dean's office, and knocked loudly. At first he thought the office must be empty, but then he heard a shuffling inside just before a gruff shout told him to go away. Jaxson's sixth sense told him to press his luck so he pounded on the door even louder the second time.
The professor's angry voice shouted, "I'm busy. Come back during office hours."
He was hoping he wouldn't regret it when he tested the doorknob, surprised to find the door unlocked. Jaxson took a deep breath and pushed the entry open.
The overhead lights in the office were off, but the hot afternoon sun shining through the second story blinds was more than bright enough for Jaxson to see the bobbing head in the overweight professor's lap behind the desk. The older man was distracted enough by the mouth slurping as it sucked his cock that he hadn't heard Jaxson open the door. Today was Jaxson's lucky day, although he suspected the professor's was about to go to shit.
"Well what have we here?" He cleared his throat loudly. He suspected he had scared the person on their knees between the professor’s legs because the older man cried out in pain as if he'd been nicked by a tooth.
"Jesus Christ! I told you to come back..." His voice trailed off as his eyes met Jaxson's. Recognition registered just before he quickly pushed his rolling chair back, distancing himself from the hidden body behind his desk. The teacher fumbled to tuck his deflating cock back into his khakis.
Jaxson couldn't resist taunting him. "My apologies, professor. It seems I've interrupted something."
It wasn't until the person under the desk crawled out on their hands and knees and pushed to stand that Jaxson understood exactly what he'd disrupted.
"Well, well, well. This is a surprise, indeed. I wonder what Mrs. Kanowski would say about this development. Hello, young man." Jaxson grinned at the too-thin pimple-faced kid who had to be barely of age while the professor's face turned red with rage.
