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NATHAN
Leaving her felt like cutting off my own arm. Well, the lack of circulation from that tiny ass bed already made it feel like I was cutting off my own arm, but...leaving Noelle was torture.
I know how she's going to feel when she wakes up and I'm not there. I didn't even get her fucking number, but I certainly had time to bury my face between her legs until she came not once but twice. This girl has my priorities all over the place. Damn.
But there were a million reasons I couldn't stay, not the least of which I could hear movement in the hallway and from the other dormitories as we lay asleep. It's the week before break, and those who are still on campus are no doubt partying more than usual while they finish up their finals.
As much as I keep telling myself that I don't give a damn about losing this temporary position and the chance to come back and teach later if I so desire, getting caught still has plenty of repercussions. The cold fact of the matter is that I do care—maybe not so much about my own reputation, which would be difficult to fix if I was caught fucking a student, but Noelle's reputation, and the reputation of Dr. Gray, who trusted me to take care of his class while he was away.
Something tells me burying my face in the pussy of one of his students wasn't exactly what he had in mind.
Even with all of that, I would have liked to stay in bed with her as long as possible—at least until 5 or 6 AM and then kiss her goodbye as I left. Instead, I heard my phone going off in my pocket again and again and had to answer it before it woke her up.
I had ignored Danny when he called earlier, but when I checked the texts from him discreetly, not wanting to tip off Noelle, they drove me from her bed and out into the night. Danny had messaged me for help—real help, not financial—and even if he pisses me off to no end, I'm not that much of a bad father.
Danny: Dad, I'm broken down right outside of campus and it's really cold. I rolled my ankle trying to check the engine. I could really use your help.
Reading that message made my stomach drop to my feet. I was messing around with his ex-girlfriend while he was stranded out in the cold. I've already made a claim on Noelle in both my heart and mind, but I still have to do the right thing. She'll understand. She has to.
I wait until things are quiet outside of Noelle's room and exit into the hall, taking the stairs so I don't run into any other students on the elevator and slipping out the back door. Danny is right, it's colder than I expected, and it makes me pick up the pace, almost jogging back to Gray's office where my car is parked.
Except, halfway there, something catches my eye. It's Danny, leaning on his still-running car, parked right there in the middle of campus. Not on some outside road like he had claimed. And his ankle looks suspiciously unrolled, considering that he's putting weight on both legs.
I feel just a flash of something akin to guilt, but it's replaced by a white-hot rage immediately. Guilt because we are still close enough that he must have seen me coming out of Noelle's dorm, and rage that this little shit thinks he can set me up like this and lie to get my attention.
To think I was fucking worried about him. Fuck!
There's no avoiding it now, and I wouldn't let him get away with messing around with me like this anyway. "What the hell is this?" I growl, and Danny grins.
He looks so smug that I want to punch the expression off his face. "So you were fucking her. I thought so."
"Don't answer a question with a question, asshole." I sneer. "What is this?"
"I wanted to see if you'd come out of her building. I had a feeling you were messing around with Noelle." He shrugs, his smile widening. "Looks like I was right. You're screwing her and probably the whole reason she dumped me."
"You don't even have the good sense to look ashamed, do you?" I'm livid. My hands are shaking, and I'm clenching my fists so tight that my knuckles are white.
"I'm not ashamed," Danny spits, stepping toward me, getting right up in my face. "If she wants to be a slut, I'm not going to stop her."
"You little bastard!" I grab the collar of his shirt and jerk him forward. He's not a small kid, but I've got a good 40 pounds of muscle on him.
"Don't talk about her that way," I snarl, and Danny laughs.
"Or what?"
He has no idea the kind of rage he's stoking in me. No clue how much I've come to care about Noelle and the lengths I'll go to protect her, including beating the living shit out of him. He might be my son, but he's a grown man now. If he wants to act like one, he can take punishment like one too.
I haul Danny up until his feet are barely touching the ground, and for the first time, there’s real fear in his eyes. "I didn't even know her when she kicked you to the curb. Noelle did that because you're pathetic. You're a pathetic little boy who was too stupid to keep a girl like her. And you know what?" The words come out of me hot and acidic. "I was upstairs with her. She wanted me there."
Danny's eyes widen, and then his face twists into a mask of anger. "You're both–"
I don't let him finish, throwing a punch right into his jaw and watching him crumple. Danny's not unconscious, but he's out of commission. He's lying on the pavement, holding his face and staring at me.
"If you call her anything other than a beautiful, sweet young woman, the next punch is going to break your nose," I tell him, and his mouth snaps shut.
He rubs his jaw, looking up at me from the ground in disbelief. "What the hell is wrong with you, Dad?"
"What the hell is wrong with me? That's rich coming from the little brat who set a trap just to prove the point that he isn't man enough to hold on to a girl like Noelle." I laugh, but there’s little humor in it. "You need to get a hold of your emotions. Grow the hell up and get out of my sight. Now."
