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“You do now.” He takes a sip of his coffee. I watch his Adam’s apple bob. And it’s…
“For what?” I widen my eyes at him.
“For bothering me on a weekend.”
“You can’t—”
He cuts me off, “Just did. Have a good weekend, Miss Madison.” He dismisses me by picking up his phone, his thumb scrolling over the screen.
“Ink poisoning,” I whisper as I begin to walk away. I swear I hear him chuckle a little, but again, it’s my imagination, because that brooding man could never.
CHAPTER NINE
Journal entry: Forbidden desires are the most undiluted, overwhelming torture.
It’s definitely been a Monday.The Monday of all Mondays. First, I was late to school, which never happens. When I was adding sugar to my coffee at my locker this morning—don’t judge—my earbud somehow fell out and landed smack-dab in the hot liquid. No coffee, no AirPods, it’s my own personal version of hell.
Also, my journal is still missing. The thought of someone having a view into my fantasies makes me itchy. I won’t be surprised if my hair starts falling out due to the intense stress it has me under.
Jake and I are rocky these days, so much so that he kissed me on the cheek today. The cheek. And Richard, ugh, don’t even get me started on how much time he’s spent at my house these days. He and my mom are my main reason for the lack of sleep last night with their…noises. Gross.
Not only that, but my lipstick needs refreshing, but I left this shade of red at home, and my bow is crooked. I can feel it.
And now here I sit, in detention for the millionth time since school started this year. It’s an abuse of power, we both know that. The lock of the door makes me raise my head. Blue today, his shirt, which is so different than his usual white. “Guess what I found?”
“Morals, humanity. Oh, maybe the ability to actually teach?” I toss out.
“Cute, but no.” He pulls out my journal. My heart picks up, skipping over beats like it’s playing hopscotch. “I thought about making you read a page to the class.” He walks closer to me, each step echoing in the room until he’s leaning over me, crowding me into my chair. “But I thought better of that. Instead, I think I’ll have you read it to me.”
Everything inside of me goes on high alert. “I—”
He cuts me off, “Not a word, Callum.” He growls my name. And there it is, what I’ve been waiting for since the first time he spoke. My name. He growled it. And it does something to me. “To the podium.” He drops my journal in my lap and I grab it, holding it tight. On shaky legs, I rise. Walking slowly over to the podium, swallowing when I look to him sitting in the front row.
I raise my journal, flipping a couple of pages in to the least sexual one I have so far, which, honestly, is still bad. I can’t believe this is happening. I really want to run, but the predatory gleam in his eye tells me he would enjoy that and stop me before I could even get to the door. My legs begin to shake, voice hoarse as I begin, “It’s raining outside, the parking lot—”
“Look at me.” I swallow, looking up, my eyes clashing with his. His body is relaxed as he leans back in the chair, thick arms crossed over his chest.
My heart beats against my chest. I’ve read over these so many times I have them memorized, but he shouldn’t know that.
“It’s raining outside, the school parking lot empty. My car won’t start, I keep pressing the button, but it won’t turn over. I open my door, only to be stopped by him. He looks at me, his eyes narrowed just a bit as he peers in. “Car trouble?” he asks me, his white shirt wet, giving a beautiful view of his sculpted body. I nod. He reaches over me, his strong body pressing against my sharp nipples, pushing me flush with the leather of my seat.”
He licks his bottom lip, causing me to lose my focus, an ache building inside me.
“Continue,” he demands.
“Oh, he looks—”
“Say his name,” he cuts me off.
“What?” I ask, breathless.
He leans over the table, eyes penetrating me. “Say his name.”
My mouth goes dry, my heart pounding against my chest as my legs grow weaker. “You,” I whisper.
He shakes his head, eyes dilating. “Lincoln.”
Lincoln. He gave me a name.
