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I’m a Bruiser.I read and then, because what the actual fuck is life? I reread.I’m a Bruiser.
Her dots move, then stop, and my throat dry and my mind spinning, I write?—
Suede0989
As in, belonging to the school that ran an article about the sexual education curriculum change and why it was imperative that parents talk to their kids about sex? That kind of Bruiser?
I don’t know. Asking feels ridiculous, because of course she’s a Bluebell Bruiser if she’s saying she’s a bruiser. It just seems so unlikely and fated and… I have to ask. For my own peace of fucking mind.
And boy does she answer.
DaddysGirl
That’s the one.
I wish I could see her face as she reads the last message I send before she logs off.
Suede0989
I’m a Bruiser, too.
DaddysGirl
Daddy’s been under my nose all along?
I have to go - “see you” tomorrow…
DaddysGirl has gone offline.
She’s a teacher at Bluebell High?
My future plaything, the woman that will undoubtedly mother my children, give her body to me willingly, suck my dick for the rest of my life and make me the happiest fucking man ever, works at the same place as I do.
What the fuck?
I get my phone and open a text message to Dean, then close it. Then I open one with Leah, ready to poke around and see what I can find out but then I close that one, too.
I set my phone down, ignoring my cold chicken cacciatore and warm beer, and process that the woman I am utterly fucking obsessed with…
Teaches where I teach.
Right under my nose.
I might even know her.
CHAPTER
TEN
“Mornin’West,” Riley greets, passing by me with her arms full of manila folders. I return her morning greeting easily, because along with Leah, I knowDaddysGirlisn’t Riley.
I nod. “Morning.” I blink at her full arms and outstretch a hand. “Can I help?”
She adjusts, lifting her leg to nudge folders into place with her knee. “No, I’m good. Thanks though.” And with that, she’s off, penguin walking with full arms toward her open classroom door.
Very seldom do I roam the halls of campus before the bell rings. Usually, I arrive with enough time to getto my office, pour a second cup of coffee before my laptop is pinging with messages and emails, Denae poking her head in to remind me of things that need my signature, and meetings I need to reply to.
This morning, I walk the halls because it is the only thing I can do to prevent losing my ever-loving mind.
