Page 74 of Bad Kind of Love

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Jack

Focus Jack.

Only ten minutes left of class and you’ll get to see her.

Glancing at the slow moving clock, I curse under my breath when I see only one minute has passed.

As the last two weeks of school arrived, students began slacking off and my job became easier. Shit, if they didn’t want to do the work that was their problem. Teaching a class full of daydreaming students wasn’t exactly at the top of my priority list right now anyway, especially when a certain blonde invaded my thoughts.

Dirty thoughts that would send me to prison if anyone found out about us.

It’s been exactly three days since our night together. Wes came back from his visit at South Carolina University, and Becca and I had to pretend we hadn’t fucked like rabbits while he was away. We shared stolen kisses at school, but only in dark corners where no one would find us.

We were always cautious and on alert, but I’m now starting to think “fuck that”.I want to take her over my desk.

She was my obsession, my secret and worst of all, I was the monster in her nightmares. Guilt clawed at me daily, but I knew if I’d confess, she’d leave me. And I’d be damned if I would let her walk away now.

The ringing of the bell caused my head to perk up from my desk and my heart to pick up speed.

“Don’t forget, your paper is due Friday.” I remind the students as they book it out of the classroom. “Any late papers automatically get a zero.”

With the few students that were still lingering in class, I could hear the groans of annoyance.

Reaching into my pocket for my phone, I quickly send Becca a text.

Me: Come to my classroom.

I impatiently wait for her response, but then finally see the three little dots pop up on my screen letting me know she’s typing.

Becca: Am I in trouble?

Grinning, I stare down at my phone thinking of all the ways I could punish her but instead, I type back.

Me: You will be if you’re not in here in two minutes.

Waiting for a smart ass response, my eyes lift and I’m drawn outside the classroom door and into the hall. There, standing by the lockers is the woman who broke down all my walls like it was nothing. Every time I see her, it’s like a punch to the gut. She was too beautiful, too pure and all fucking mine.

She watched me with the same intensity as she always did. Longing for something more but defiance lingered beneath the surface. Raising a blonde brow, she focused back on her phone, typing something that had my hands clenching my own phone.

Becca: You look hot when you’re mad.

Hot?

Shaking my head, I quickly type back losing my patience as she stands there purposely trying to get me riled up. Self-restraint wasn’t exactly my specialty, especially when it came to her. As I continue typing, my eyes peer up for a second and I notice Wes beside Becca.

He’s leaning against the lockers smiling ear to ear as she bites down onto her fat lip.

My skin ignites as red hot fire courses through me. Jealousy, a feeling that was rare and unknown to me, shoots its way to my black heart, causing it to beat rapidly back to life. The sudden urge to drag her into this room and lock the door consumed me.

But it wasn’t like it was just any other man that I was dealing with. It was my son.

My own blood.

His entrapping eyes stared down at her with the same tenderness and warmth as I did. But what stung the most was that I knew that look. A look that I swore off until she came along and tore all my beliefs down.

Love.

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