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Reality kicks in as Cecelia starts gearing up for a rant. Tucking my dick away, I suppress a chuckle. It’s difficult to take her indignation seriously with my cum running down her cheeks.
The door suddenly opens, shocking us both. I completely forgot to relock it when she stopped me. In her haste to stand up, Cecelia falls on her ass. Both myself and the random guy who opened the door start to laugh. Her face turns red under her facial in embarrassment. Instead of helping her off the floor, I exit the still-open door, parting the growing crowd and continuing my journey to the gym.
My head is an even bigger mess from the images of Kennedy Ainsworth. Her father caused us a lot of heartache. She shouldn’t be running rampant in my head as spank bank material.
CHAPTERTHIRTEEN
Things have been quiet since the preliminary trial. John bitched me out the entire way home. Letting him rant, my head rested against the window as I tuned him out. Things that were brought up in court were difficult to hear.
School, thankfully, has been my one constant. Adding the statistics major was a little overwhelming at first. Once I got into a rhythm, things became easier.
No sooner than a confirmation comes in about my assignments being received, I receive an additional email from the Groveton College admissions office.
Reading the email causes my anxiety to spike. The college is discontinuing my online courses, with no reason given on why. They are giving me the option to attend traditional classes on campus. The alternative is to find a new school, resulting in the past few weeks being a waste of time. Not sure how that is much of a choice.
While I am not opposed to moving to campus, my concern is about Father’s looming trial. Resigning myself to the fact I need to get John Robinson involved, the email is immediately forwarded to his office. Today is Wednesday; per the email, my presence is required first thing Monday.
After a quick call to Johns’s office, thankfully, avoiding having to speak to him directly, payment is made. Campus details, including housing information, are in my hands. The dorm’s RA will be waiting for me on Sunday between ten and noon. Not long into my preparations, I receive another email. This one is from the Dean’s office. Unsure why a meeting with him is necessary, a meeting reminder is set on my phone for first thing Monday morning.
Jumping to my feet, I start packing my clothes, books, laptop, and items for my dorm room. Once everything is organized, it starts getting loaded into the car.
* * *
Getting up at four in the morning to start my new adventure was not at the top of my to-do list. However, wanting to give myself plenty of time to drive halfway across the country was a bigger priority.
Last night was a frenzy of packing, unpacking, laundry, and cleaning. John stopped by briefly with papers for me to sign. Confirmation of my paid housing was with him in case they gave me any hassle upon arrival.
As I drove farther away from home, it occurred to me, for the first time in my life, that control was mine. Friends were mine to choose. Thoughts ran rampant regarding my newfound freedom as the miles passed.
Taking advantage of the drive, I stopped in various places, mindful of my timeline. Some places were little towns where a traveler like me could stop at a roadside diner for a homecooked meal. Other places were tourist traps, like the Arch.
After a while, the driving became monotonous, and my destination couldn’t be reached soon enough.
With what I hoped was a final stop before reaching campus, snacks were stocked, and the gas tank was filled. Having left the hotel early this morning, there wasn’t much traffic.
Reaching the town of Groveton, my heart started to ache a bit. It is so reminiscent of Franklin. Forcing back the tears that threaten to fall as thoughts of my father try creeping in, my car reaches the Groveton College campus.
* * *
After finding a parking spot relatively close to my dorm, Hearst Hall looms before me. Grabbing the duffle bag holding the handful of clothes that now needed washing, my purse, laptop bag, and backpack with my books, I head toward the front door.
Stepping inside, a tall blond-haired guy is lying sideways across an oversized recliner. He is hot but has the swagger that he knows it.
Approaching him slowly, since his focus is on his phone, several minutes pass before he lifts his head. Taking me in from head to toe and back, a smirk crosses his lips as he rises to his feet.
Having had enough of his ogling me as if he is looking at a juicy piece of meat, I speak, my tone sharper than intended. My focus is on getting into my room, and the car unpacked.
“I am looking for the RA, uhm, Gage?”
Unfazed by my tone, he grins from ear to ear. The guy is tall and looms above me. Steeling my spine, attempting to seem unfazed by him, he gives me a mock bow, placing one hand over his heart and extending the other straight out from his body.
“You are in luck, Sugar, for I am he.”
Rolling my eyes and muttering to myself, “Of course you are.” I try to end this conversation quickly, not giving him a chance to speak.
“Instructions were emailed to me regarding my keys and room assignment. I am Kennedy Ain… Boden.”
He doesn’t catch my slip.
