Page 119 of Teacher's Pet

Is he forcing her? Manipulating her?

Or worse, does she want this?

I didn’t want to believe that photo was real. Didn’t want to believe Megan’s hysteria was anything more than some deep-rooted jealousy.

Cole and Walker are worthless pieces of shit, always looking for new ways to ruin Ana’s life.

But now?

Now I’ve seen the truth with my own eyes.

The guilt on her face. The lingering red on her cheeks. The way she walks, like she’s done this before, like she’s wearing the same shame I’ve carried too many times after slipping out of some asshole’s dorm room.

I know that walk.

And I know exactly where she just came from.

The realization curdles in my stomach, boiling into something sharp, something unshakable.

Before I can think, my feet move on their own, carrying me across the hall, closer, closer—until I’m standing in front of his door.

I hesitate.

Just for a second.

Then his voice cuts through the air, low, cold, just barely audible through the barely ajar door.

"I get what I want. You get what you want. Whatever piece of ass I’m tapping is none of your concern. If you’re smart, you’ll stay far away. I’m sure you’d love to dig into my wares, but I assure you-"

My stomach lurches.

"When I’m done with the little whore, there won’t be much left to have fun with."

My breath vanishes.

The world blurs.

And then, just as quickly, everything sharpens.

Rage consumes me, blinding, all-consuming.

Every rational thought I had walking in here vanishes.

Fuck this piece of shit.

I shove the door open, and the second Mr. Ackerman’s eyes land on me, confusion flickers across his face. His hand slams his phone onto the desk, his movements sharp, guilty.

I step inside and kick the door shut behind me. Hard.

My breath is coming too fast, my head light with fury, but the scene before me tells me everything I need to know.

His desk is a mess. His clothes, disheveled. His belt, just now being adjusted.

My hands curl into fists.

“Mr. Warner?” His voice is smooth, too smooth. “Can I help you-”

I don’t let him finish.

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