Page 63 of Sinful Touch

I lean back as the bell rings. I look down at the front. She is standing next to Jaxon, his hand resting on her lower back, as they both talk to one of the students. They aren’t even trying to hide that they are together.

It doesn’t seem like anyone is paying attention, but I see them, I see what they are doing, and they are showing their affection for each other for everyone to witness.

If they are trying to piss me the fuck off, it is working.

I slowly stand up and hang my bag over my shoulder, I make my way up the steps and out of the classroom.

I told her to meet me at the library in 30 minutes.

This will all come down to her making a choice, this entire time she has been making the wrong fucking choice, but I am giving her one last chance to make the right fucking choice.

This is all in her hands.

I lean against the wall next to the main entrance of the library if she is going to show up she will come through the main doors, she is a creature of fucking habit.

I look down at my watch, and it is 8:57 p.m. She should arrive within the next three minutes; the keyword should is important.

I have a sinking feeling that she found the note and showed Jax, or she just threw it away, thinking that it would just go away if she acted as if it was not real.

Things are not that simple, I will never go away.

I know where this is going to lead if she doesn’t show, I don't want it to be like this, but she is giving me no fucking choice.

I hate not having power and control, and she has tested me beyond my fucking limits.

I take a deep breath as I watch several people walk into the library but none of them are her.

I look down at my watch, 9:00 pm.

Stupid little fucking slut.

She is going to force me to teach her a fucking lesson that she will never be able to forget.

I guess this is how it was always going to go down, her and me. Me and Jaxon.

I warned her, and warned her, and she didn’t take me seriously. It is time to show her once and for all what happens when she makes the wrong fucking choice.

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Jaxon

January

It is almost time for the new term to start, 5 days to be exact.

This term will be different. Lil signed up to be my TA for the fiction class, and she passed with flying colors; even with everything that took place with Chad and our relationship, she stayed on top of all of her coursework and presented her paper in front of the class.

She chose to change it at the last minute and made the paper about us without anyone else knowing.

I will never forget what she wrote in that paper, the way she stated that I make her feel, and what she sees when she looks at me.

I don't deserve her, not one fucking bit, but I am a selfish motherfucker, and the thought of her being with anyone else makes my fucking skin crawl.

I sit back in my seat and look over the papers on my desk. It is a new term which means new students, this term Chad is not in my class, but even if he tried to sign up, I wouldn’t have approved it; the best thing for all of us is if he just fucking stays away.

He has already broken the restraining order a few different times, and just like the times before, they bring him to jail, and then his daddy bails him out.

Chad is not understanding at all what consequences are and I don't think he ever will.

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