Page 17 of The Kingpin's Teacher

When she tightens around me and screams as her orgasm ripples through her, all I can think is, I love this woman.

Of this I'm sure. How do I make her believe me?

Chapter Six

Isabella

I haven't been to school in about five days now and all it took was a word from Saint to secure my job. It was so nice having the time off with him, and oh how he fills my body with pleasure, but I have missed teaching. I couldn’t imagine staying at home or shopping every day. Sure, it would be fun … for a while, but I would miss the kids. Teaching young minds is a privilege and my passion. I’ve worked hard to secure this career path.

"Hey," Miss Jenny says, peeking into the class. "Welcome back. Miss Jane said you were down with the flu."

Oh, that's the lie she decided on?

"Thanks, Miss Jenny," I reply. "It was really horrible. I felt terrible and I had a serious cough."

To make my point, I let out a very fake cough.

Her face softens. "Oh you poor thing. It must be the struggle of adapting to Chicago. You're originally from Maine, right?"

I nod, pleased that my fake ass cough didn't sound too fake.

"Yeah. Maine to Chicago is a big change," I add.

"Definitely," she agrees. "Let's catch up during lunch. We really missed you."

Grinning, I nod and head back into class but not before looking at the two men stationed here in school to watch over me.

And according to Saint, they can't wait in a car outside.

They need to be inside with me. I drew the line at allowing them access into my class. No, they need to wait outside.

No one will grab and drag me outside my class with them stationed there, so it's a win-win.

Saint is just too overprotective. The man wishes he could grab me under his arms like a purse.

He's honestly the sweetest man and it's no surprise that I'm in love with him. I know it's so sudden but I've never felt this way about anyone. I want to scream at the top of my voice that I'm in love with this man, but I don't think he feels the same way.

I mean, it's too soon. Isn’t it?

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"Are you stopping anywhere, Ma'am?" Chris, one the men protecting me, asks as he gets the car started.

"No, Chris. I’m running late for something and I need to get back."

Stella and I have another day planned today. When Anastasia learned that I am her mother and uncle's friend, she asked her mother if I've met the baby.

Anastasia is only concerned about her brother, so today I'm going to visit and meet the baby.

"Alright," Chris replies and gets the car moving.

The other security guard is in the passenger seat and, together, we head towards the house.

I won't lie, I miss having my place and my own little schedules. I miss the feeling of adulthood that comes with getting your own place.

Despite all this, I love living with Saint. Aside from the feelings I have for him, I feel so comfortable in his home and I always feel relieved when the guards go everywhere with me, just like now.

"Why is this road blocked?" I ask, seeing a road we used only this morning.

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