Page 162 of Filthy Savage

Did he fucking do something? Just say the word, baby.

“Oh! Yeah, um, it went well.” She scratches her temple.

It’s him, isn’t it?

There’s no way she’s cheating on me. She’s not like that. But I don’t know Samuel Wright well enough to know whether he’d cross the line with a student.

I will find out, though. Because unfortunately for him, he now has my undivided attention.

“You know you can tell me anything, right?”

She releases an uneasy laugh, trying to draw my hand away from her chin, but I keep it planted.

“Of course I do. I’m just under a lot of pressure. College is definitely harder than I thought it would be.”

I nod slowly, releasing her, inhaling long and deep.

“Mommy,” Fia calls.

I’ve never seen her jump to our daughter that quickly, like she’s relieved we’re done talking.

“Yes, baby?” Her voice gets all high.

“I want more orange juice, please?”

“Sure, honey.”

While she hands Fia the cup she poured, I text Roy.

Fionn

Did anything happen at her school today?

Roy

No, sir.

Fionn

She didn’t act strange at any part of the day?

A few seconds pass before he’s texting back.

Roy

She had that meeting with the professor, and after that, she was a little quiet. I just thought it was because of the paper. Did I fuck up?

I’m gonna kill that fucking professor.

Fionn

No. Keep your eye on her tomorrow. Let me know if you see him around her.

Roy

Of course, sir.

I slip the phone back into my pocket.

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