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Dragging a hand down my face, I contemplate how far I’m willing to go to be with Madison. I’m in love with her, and a fewweeks ago, that would have been terrifying. I never wanted to let anyone get that close to me again, not like I’d let Sarah.

But then, Madison came into my life and made me feel things I didn’t think were possible. Feel more than I’ve ever felt with anyone, including that lying, betraying ex-fiancée of mine. I won’t give that up. I won’t giveherup. Not without a fight. When she suggested that we end things, my heart stopped beating. I don’t want to think about how it would feel if she actually broke off our relationship.

I spendthe next two days trying to focus on my job and the upcoming midterms. Then spend my evenings at home with Madison. She still sleeps in my bed every night, but things don’t feel normal between us. There’s an underlying tension now, and everything is up in the air, neither of us knowing where we stand or what will happen.

I hate it, and I can’t take much more of this.

I sense her pulling away, preparing herself for the worst possible scenario. Doesn’t she know that I’ll do everything I have to do to fix this? I won’t let anyone or anything take her away from me. I just need her to trust me and trust that, as her Daddy, I’ll always take care of her. Whatever she needs, whatever she wants, I’ll make sure she has it. And that includes handling Chrissy or anyone else who tries to come between us.

After almost forty-eight stressful hours, Maverick finally gets back to me and shares what he’s discovered. It’s better than I thought it would be and I can’t wait to tell Madison. I decide to cook her a nice meal, grilling some steaks and asparagus with bearnaise. This should ease her worries and I have no doubt my plan will turn the tables on that bitch Chrissy.

9

MADISON

Blake arranged for Chrissy to meet with us on Friday afternoon. She hasn’t attended class since Monday, so I’m guessing she’s pretty confident we’ll give in to her stupid demands. This whole situation makes my stomach turn, and I just want it to be over.

When I first joined Club Sin, I immediately became obsessed with the mysterious master flogger everyone was talking about. I thought if I was brave and had a bit of luck, I’d be allowed to join him on stage and get to be one of his models. It took me almost the whole summer to summon the courage to approach him, but I never could’ve anticipated that he’d offer me a private session, one that would lead to so much more than I could’ve ever imagined. And never in my wildest dreams did I think Master Blake would turn out to be my college professor.

But now, I’m in love with him. Head over heels, can’t stop thinking about him, soul mate type of love. Which explains why my heart has ached since that confrontation with Chrissy in Blake’s office on Monday.

He may be independently wealthy, but he loves his job. He cares about his colleagues and his students, and I can see howpassionate he is about teaching. It would break my heart to know it was my fault his job was taken away. And, sure, he might be able to find another one, but who wants to hire a math professor known for sleeping with his students? Well, justonestudent to be accurate, but I hardly think that will matter to other universities.

And what about my father? He’s never seemed to care that much for me, but his role in our community has been of the utmost importance to him and my mother. She’s spent the last two decades helping him become a successful man, investing her own life and making numerous sacrifices. Despite our strained relationship, I still love my parents.

How could I ever forgive myself if I were the reason they were hurt?

All this stress and anxiety is giving me a horrible headache as I walk to Blake’s office with him after class. I realize how reckless we’ve been and there’s no one to blame but myself. It was really only a matter of time before someone caught us, and if it wasn’t Chrissy, it would’ve been someone else.

At least, my grade is an accurate reflection of my math skills and not based on what I can offer my professor in the bedroom. I’m not like Chrissy. I would never expect Blake to give me an A just because I’m sleeping with him. I have a solid B in his class, and earned that on my own merit—though I’m sure outsiders wouldn’t see it that way. They’d think the worst of me. I’d fail the class, and then I wouldn’t be able to graduate on time.

God, what a mess.

“What are you thinking so hard about?” Blake ushers me inside and closes the door behind us. I’m surprised to find Chrissy isn’t waiting for us like she was on Monday. But I’m sure this is all part of her mind games, trying to keep us guessing.

“This is all my fault. I put everyone at risk and didn’t consider the consequences.”

“You know that’s not true,” Blake disagrees, his concerned expression pleading with me to believe him. “This is just a bump in the road. Maybe it’s a big bump, but we’ll get past it. C’mon, little one. Don’t let her ruin what we have.”

“It’s not just her, Blake.”

But before I can share any more of my thoughts or concerns, the door flings open and Chrissy struts in, looking like a plastic doll in her tight pink mini dress that shows off her long legs. Her expensive sunglasses sit on top of her head as she blows a huge bubble with her grape chewing gum.

Her nonchalance annoys the hell out of me, and I glare at her as she walks inside, closing the door behind her. She has the nerve to wink at me, and I grind my teeth, worsening the ache that threatens to make my head explode.

“I guess you’ve come to your senses,” she says to Blake before turning her spiteful gaze on me. “Not sure whysheneeds to be here for this.”

“Shut up, Chrissy,” I snarl.

She opens her mouth, likely some snarky retort on the tip of her tongue, when Blake cuts her off. “I’m not letting you blackmail us,” he tells her as he reaches out to take my hand.

Fury flashes on her face, and I pinch my lips together to hold back a smirk. “So, you’re prepared to lose your job… for this chubby slut?” Her eyes flare with anger.

“Watch your fucking mouth,” Blake warns.

Chrissy turns up her nose and crosses her arms over her chest. “Fine, have it your way then.”

“Oh, you aren’t turning us in.” His smile is smug as he clarifies the situation for her.

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