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It turns out, I am a complete idiot. Sitting on my bed this morning, I realize that, as much as I wanted to teach Haley a lesson, I am now reminded that she is a student at the school where I’m teaching. I’ve got no morals, but I believe the people who put me here would probably send me right back to prison if they knew I was focusing on Haley rather than the mission they gave me.
The reality is I fucked up and I played games with a girl when I should have been the bigger person. I see that now.
It’s unfortunate that I only think clearly when I’m not tasting her pussy.
The mere memory makes me painfully hard.
I get out of bed and walk to the bathroom of the maisonette I’m staying in. Fuck Mikhail for putting me in this shitty place. The criminal organization I work for got me out of prison, but for what? So they could put me on babysitting duty in a Catholic school. And instead of doing exactly that, I focused on a random girl who should have never caught my attention.
In the shower, I force images of Haley’s naked pussy out of my head and fail miserably. Her moans and whimpers come back to me as my hand grips my cock. I see her open legs, her ankles tied to my desk, and the face she made after she realized she had been played at her own game.
The things I could do to her are infinite. Her pussy was weeping for me, and pleasure made her weak enough I could have done anything I wanted to her. I explode into my hand, the hot jet washing it all away instantly.
As soon as I crash from my orgasm, sanity comes back to me.
I need to find Haley before class today and have a word. I’ll make sure to tell her not to pull another stunt like she did yesterday and to keep her mouth shut.
Hopefully our session taught her a good lesson and she won’t try to get on my nerves again. Because I don’t believe I’ll be able to hold myself back if she does.
I am not a good man after all, and Haley Stewart doesn’t want to find out how true that is.
I’m in a small house attached to Holy Rose and I only have to cross the garden at the back to come to their building. That’s where I found Haley sneaking out that first night.
The moment I enter the gated property that is Holy Rose Catholic School, the temperature drops. There’s something wrong about this place. It feels like tortured souls have been locked here and are screaming for help.
I readjust the black tie above my white button-down and slip my hands in my pocket as I walk into the building. It’s much colder than outside, dark stones keeping the sun out.
The girls will be walking out of morning prayer soon and I want to catch Haley before my class starts. I say hi to the sisters I walk past and even stop to make casual conversation. I’m a terribly good actor when it comes to pretending we share a common love for God.
I see a group of girls silently filing out of the chapel and lean on a nearby wall, trying to make out Haley’s face among them, but she’s nowhere to be found. When her friend Katya walks out, I call her over.
She comes to me, a worried look on her face. She looks like someone scared to get in trouble. Unlike Haley, she is not a troublemaker. She just rides along while her friend breaks every rule imaginable.
“Good morning, Mr. Hayes,” she says shyly.
Her piercing blue eyes are the color of arctic ice, and her blonde hair is practically white. She looks healthy and that’s one good thing I can report back to her brother. The same man who got me out of prison and stuck me in this school to keep an eye on her.
“Good morning,” I finally respond when I realize I took too long observing her. “Did your friend not make it to prayer this morning?”
She pinches her lips, thinking twice about her answer. “She’s feeling very unwell. Sister Ivy said she was allowed to take the day off.”
My brows shoot up to my hairline. She must be genuinely unwell if she was allowed to stay in the dorms for the day.
I feel a strange spark of guilt in my stomach. I’ve tortured and killed men for the Bratva but I somehow start feeling guilty the day I give an orgasm to someone I shouldn’t have?
Am I a bad person?
Of course I’m a bad person, that’s a stupid question.
But I never actually cared about it until today.
“Mr. Hayes?” Katya drags me out of my thoughts.
“I hope she gets better. Get to class.”
What I really want to say is where the fuck are the dorms so I can go up there and make it better.
The whole day, Haley is on my mind. I keep staring at the empty seat next to Katya, and during the other classes my eyes were locked right in front of my desk, where she was bent over and coming apart for me.
