Page 38 of Breaker

His eyes widen before he looks at Ms. Holden and says, "I'm sorry. I promise I will be good."

I smile, trying not to correct him because he still doesn't acknowledge his father.

One battle at a time.

I stand and run my fingers through his hair before looking at Breaker and Ms. Holden.

Breaker tilts his head at me, anger shining in his eyes, which means he knows. Crap.

Ms. Holden clears her throat. "After our meeting, it's been decided that Andrew will not take over this class when you leave Quinn. I'll, uh, be looking for a replacement in the coming weeks, unless you change your mind." I nod, not answering her. I go to walk to my desk when she speaks again. "Is there anything we can do to get you to stay?"

I shake my head, looking her way. "The parents have made their feelings perfectly clear. Regarding Lola’s accusations,” I tilt my head. "One of which, I believe, was I apparently made took advantage of the fathers…." I ignore a very angry Breaker and continue, "Instead of standing by me, Ms. Holden, when you and the board knew about our relationship, you fed me to the wolves, believing that Lola had any say in removing the sponsorships when all you had to do was call the club president. Even without the parents and the petitions, I still wouldn't stay here. I'm sorry."

She nods before clearing her throat and looking back at Noah. "Okay, Noah, because of the incident with the scissors, you will not be allowed at school for three days." His eyes widen. “This is not a vacation. You will be given work to do at home, and I want you to write a letter of apology to the teacher you hurt. Do I make myself clear?"

He nods, looking a little scared, and I have to swallow down my growl as I make eye contact with Breaker, who smirks at me. I narrow my eyes at him as Ms. Holden says her goodbyes, not realizing I'm ready to shout at her for scaring him.

Breaker leans against the doorway when Noah goes back to ignoring him, and he states, "Did the mama bear just peek through there, Goldie?"

I clear my throat and round my desk, shuffling my papers.

I state, "I don't know what you're talking about," making him chuckle and I continue, "Are you okay with him home for three days?"

He hums and says, "Yeah, Momma can have him if I get called out on club business."

I nod and swallow hard, wondering if I can ask…. I mean I used to watch Noah, and I am leaving soon….

Fuck it. "Is it, uh, is it okay if Noah comes home with me today, and I'll drop him off at the club tomorrow morning before school? Then, um, maybe I could pick him up after school, and he can stay tomorrow night?"

Noah's head shoots up, and I wait a couple of minutes for Breaker to say something. When he doesn't, I look his way only to see him smiling at me.

God, why do I have to be in love with him?

He nods. "I think that would be alright, but on one condition…." I furrow my brows as he grins and says, "I want a kiss on the cheek."

I chuckle, making him grin wider while Noah looks at me expectantly.

Damn it….

Shaking my head, I get up from my seat and walk over to him, trying to ignore the memory of that bitch hanging off him. I stop in front of him and look up. Damn, even in heels, he still towers over me.

He doesn't move from his spot, he just smirks, and I shake my head, mumbling, "The things I'd do for that kid," making him smile, his eyes softening.

I go on my tip toes before placing my lips on his stubbled cheek, but the ass decides to move his head at the last second, catching my lips with his, shocking me. I gasp, allowing him to shove his tongue into my mouth, to tangle it with mine, and instead of moving away like the smart person I am, I flipping kiss him back.

Damn, I missed his taste, his lip ring….

After a few seconds, he pulls back first and grins, nodding, and states, "Yeah, you’re not moving to California, because you’re fucking mine."

I blink in shock, wondering if that happened, as he looks at Noah. "Be good for Quinny Noah, and I'll see you tomorrow. Love you, Bud."

Noah doesn't respond as Breaker kisses my forehead and rasps, "I love you too, baby," then walks away, leaving me speechless.

"I think my daddy loves you, Quinny. I love you, too."

I chuckle, shaking my head, and admit to the five-year-old, "Yeah, little man, I know he does. I love him, too, and you." He grins at me, and I shake my head. "Okay, troublemaker, let's pack up our stuff. How about a movie marathon and junk food?"

He cheers, making me laugh. After I've locked my classroom door, he grabs my hand, and we head out for a night of just us two.

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