Page 82 of Isabela

I shiver at his words, stumbling as my pussy clenches hard. My body is slowly getting used to the fact that I’m safe, and I surprisingly didn’t have a nightmare last night.

Biting my lip, I turn to face him. “That one didn’t suck,” I tell him with a wink. “You may want to keep that one in your back pocket. I’m pretty sure you just soaked my panties.”

Gael leans against the door that he just locked with a groan. “That’s very dangerous information for me to have, Little One. Fuck, I’m going to be rock hard in all of my classes now,” he mutters. “Do you know how hard it is to properly interrogate people when your pants show off your huge cock? I didn’t wear the right clothes for this.”

“I don’t think anything could really contain your big dick energy,” I tease him. Gael takes off running, making me squeal and heads toward the car.

“Nowhere is safe from me!” he yells as he lunges toward me. It reminds me of books with masked men in them, and then my panties really are destroyed. Gael catches me around the waist, lifting my feet in the air as he spins me. “You’re thinking about something dirty, aren’t you, Little One? God, you’re practically panting for my cock…”

Whimpering, I wrap my hand around the strong arm holding me. “You have no idea,” I gasp. “Holy fuck, I think you just unlocked a new kink.”

I shouldn’t be thinking about any of this after what I just went through, yet I writhe against his body. “I have a break between classes at two in the afternoon, come see me then,” he growls in my ear before he sets me down.

“Fuck me,” I whisper, hoping that my legs will hold me as I ease away from Gael. As I scurry to the passenger side, he just chuckles as he follows me to open my door and assist me inside.

Could I do it by myself? Absolutely. Am I enjoying his chivalry? Fuck yes I am.

Gael continues to tease me on the way to school, smirking because he knows how much he’s affecting me. We agreed that I wouldn’t need a guard, though he wants me to text him periodically.

“You saved my phone number?” he asks as he pulls into a parking spot in the teacher's lot.

“Yes, Daddy,” I respond, pushing the button to release my seat belt.

“Do I even want to know what I’m saved under?” Gael asks.

Pushing open the truck door as I lift the strap of my backpack to my shoulder, I shake my head. “Nope. Have a good day, Daddy,” I say with a grin, getting out of the car.

Gael’s dark, low growl makes goosebumps pop up along my skin. Damn, now I’m going to imagine all of the ways he may be punishing me later as I walk to class.

Smiling broadly as I walk across campus, I let my mind wander. I’m still careful of my surroundings, because I’m notorious for bumping into people. Thankfully, none of that happens, and while I get some funny looks and gasps, I kind of expect it.

I didn’t bother with makeup today because I didn’t have any time. There’s less shame surrounding what happened to me now that Charles is dead. No one will ever know what he tried to do either, not until the details are released in a press release later this week. Even then, Gael said he wasn’t going to release my name.

Slipping into the building for my psychology class, I walk up the stairs to the auditorium it’s being held in.

“Did you get beaten with an ugly stick?” a girl chatting with her friends on the stairs asks, eyes wide when she sees me. I can see what Aria means when she says some of the students here are assholes.

My lips twitch as I ignore her, moving past her as if I have a secret. I have many, but I’ve found that it pisses people off more when you ignore them. I also have more important things to do than engage her.

“Hey, I’m talking to you!” she yells after me as I leave her behind. Rolling my eyes, I walk to my class and smile apologetically at my professor just before he locks the door.

“I’m sorry I’m late,” I tell him.

Dr. Viejo stares at me for a moment, blinking at me, his eyes running over my banged up face. “No worries,” he stammers. “I’m glad you’re here. I mean, should you be here?”

I shrug because who the hell knows what the right thing to do is anymore. I have some CBD lotion in my backpack in case I start to feel pain, but for now, I feel fine.

“I’m trying to have as normal of a day as possible,” I confess. “We’re so close to the end of the year, I just want to finish strong.”

“I can respect that,” he murmurs. “Alright, let’s get class started.”

Giving him a bright smile, I walk into class and find a seat. Pulling out my laptop to take notes on, I set up my space the way I like it as the professor begins class.

Everything else fades away for the next hour and a half as I listen to the professor speak. Not even the glances at my face can bother me.

I’m here for a damn education, and refuse to let a few stares bother me.

GAEL

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