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Coming down from the high, I felt sick to my stomach as I thought about what I’d just done. I rushed to the bathroom and threw up my dinner, shaking in disgust. I swore to myself I would never waste time thinking about Silas Caputo again.
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For the rest of the semester, I nearly went insane as I tried even harder to avoid him. My mind was jumbled. Nothing made sense anymore. My confusion had me hustling away from Silas at every turn, because despite my oath, he was often on my mind and in my fantasies. When I wasn’t in class, I went to work-study and spent time behind the stacks as much as I could, if only to avoid the apartment. I joined study groups, and even went to a few sorority events to figure out if I wanted to rush or not.
The sounds that kept coming from his apartment night after night were torture. And I shamelessly listened every single time, wishing I was that woman, and wishing I could rid myself of the sickness that made me listen and want him. I wish I could fix whatever was broken with me so I could be normal.
Despite my efforts, I still ran into him occasionally. He was under my skin. I could smell him down every hall. Heady musk and masculinity.
The semester flew by faster than I expected. Before I knew it, I had ingratiated myself into the area. I went to work-study over the break and kept hitting the books. Who needed partying or friends? For all appearances, I was living the dream. And yet, I felt like I was drowning.
CHAPTER FOUR
Silas
The hot morselnext door was an evasion ninja. I had her schedule. I lived right next to her and watched her every move. It would stand to reason I’d see her more often than I did. But I didn’t. She avoided me like the plague.
I hadn’t been with another woman since the moment I set eyes on her. I got so desperate after she started avoiding me, I did something a little crazy…
I broke into her apartment and put-up hidden cameras.
Who needed other women when the perfect one for me was just a wall away? Every night, I played porn loudly and watched her touch herself while she listened to what she assumed was me screwing other women.
I played with myself and reveled in the nightly show. I plugged my headphones into the computer so I could hear her sweet moans over the porn and stroked myself until we came together. It was a beautiful thing.
After, she would either curl into a ball and cry, or run to the bathroom and throw up. I didn’t understand that part. Someday, we’d have to talk about that.
The semester would be ending soon, and little did my precious Eden know she wouldn’t be able to run from me much longer. She wasn’t taking care of herself right, that was apparent. She was losing weight and showed signs of being depressed. The more she stressed, the harder it was just to watch her. I needed more. I needed to take care of her, hold her, and claim her.
That was exactly why I was currently in the IT department looking for Samuel Moyer. He had been in trouble lately with a lot of the professors. I overheard a few of them talking about the illegal activities he was involved in, and he was perfect for my plan. A smart miscreant. Just what I needed.
His beanie was pulled down so far it nearly covered his eyes, and he was hunched over his laptop with his fingers flying over the keys. Maybe I’d catch him up to something and could pull him deeper in my web.
I lingered behind him. The code opened on the screen didn’t look school appropriate to me. I saw another window pulled open on a Citizens Bank in the area. My little miscreant was trying to hack into a bank. Good, he must need cash. Even if he didn’t, it was good info for a little blackmail.
I had plenty of money if that’s what the kid needed. I was glad to exchange it for services, too, which was why I was here. I wasn’t your normal teacher. No, I was independently wealthy, and accustomed to getting my way.
“Samuel Moyer?” I barked from behind him, hoping I’d startle him.
I did. He jumped and tried to close all the windows on the laptop like a guilty kid putting the top back on the cookie jar.
“Yes, can I help you?” He glanced over his shoulder at me, his eyes shifting nervously.
“You can follow me to my office, young man.”
He closed his laptop with a resigned huff, gathered his things, and followed me from the quad in silence. We crossed campus to my office, where I held the door open for him to enter ahead of me.
“What is this about, Professor?” he was finally brave enough to ask as he flopped into the chair in front of my desk.
I didn’t immediately speak. I walked around my desk and sat down instead. I wanted him to see that I was in control of this situation, and I would not let him give me the runaround like he tried to do with his other professors.
I started with the information I already knew. “You’re a senior, yes?”
“Yeah,” he scoffed.
He was arrogant. Never get caught doing illegal activities, especially when you’re already standing on your last leg with the university. It didn’t matter how smart he was. He kept making the same mistakes. But I could fix that and make use of him at the same time.
“Let’s cut to the chase. I know you’re on probation with the university. I can help you out with that, but I need you at my disposal.” I folded my hands together atop the desk. He could say no, but I suspected he wouldn’t.
