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CHAPTER 39

Nathan

When I heard my damned alarm go off, I couldn't help but smile like a fucking idiot. I knew it was Evelyn. Of course it was her. She was so pissed she couldn't ask for help. I chuckled to myself as I saw her walk away, knowing that I would be able to explain myself in just a few hours. I didn't think she'd forgive me easily for what I said, but Evie was a smart woman, wise beyond her years so I knew she'd be able to understand that what I did was to keep her safe.

“Evie!” I called after her and she stopped. The groan that left her lips was audible but I knew it was nothing more than a show she put on, she was still the same woman I loved. The woman that I'd spend the rest of my life trying to make happy after the mistakes I'd made.

“What?” she asked.

“Good luck on your presentation today.”

I didn't have to see her face to picture her smile. Her shoulders relaxed and her back straightened as if my wishing her luck made all the difference.

I closed the car again, locking it before I headed the opposite direction.

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Finals week was troubling for everyone, from professors to students. In the end, there was only one goal in mind, which is to get out of there for the summer. I set down my briefcase on the desk and turned on the computer as the students walked into the classroom.

“Get out your laptops and log in to your school email. There's a link there for course evaluation. Ten extra credit points to your overall grade once you do it,” I said. Most students did as I said immediately while I set up my computer, preparing for the review to the final in the next two days.

I took my phone out and sent David a quick message, letting him know that I was going to be talking to Evelyn. His reply came almost immediately and he said exactly what I thought he'd say:

David: It's risky. Are you sure?

I sighed. That was going to be a problem, I knew it but Evie had the right to know.

Me: She needs to know, David. I can't keep this from her anymore. Meet us at Tessa's?

David: Sure, I'll be there. Noon?

Me: Sounds good.

The class started to murmur again, their voices invading the room. I didn't mind the chatter, as long as when I asked they quiet down, they did and that was typically the case.

I opened up my email and skimmed through it, just making sure that there was nothing important before I began reviewing. There was an email that caught my attention. It wasn't from another professor. In fact, the email address didn't look familiar at all.

“Maxwell,” a student approached me with a frown on her face.

“Hm?” I opened the email, not paying attention to what the student said. In it was an attachment. I debated what to do but ended up seeing what it was.

“Maxwell, something's happening,” she stated, while another student walked up behind her.

“I'm seeing it now.” My eyes widened at the image in front of me. It took a moment for me to realize what was going on, but when I did, I was sure the color drained from my face.

A soft moan filled my ears, the sound so feminine and genuine and familiar. A man thrust into a woman eagerly as she was on all fours, her face buried in the sheets under her. She moaned again, louder this time and raised her face for the whole world to see.

Fucking hell.

It was me and Evelyn, in her room…having sex. Except my face was blurred out while hers was still visible.

Anger coursed through my veins as the video changed to another one from a different night, and then to another one.

Hannah.

Fucking Hannah.

With a roar, I shoved the desk over, startling all the students. Their eyes were wide, unable to comprehend what was going on.

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