Page 21 of Yes! Professor Hendrix
“Marisa, get the fuck outta here! Daddy’s talking to Mommy!” Lex shouted.
“You’re not my dad!” she screamed right back. “I’m not your daughter. I don’t even have your name. I just called my real dad, and he’s coming. So you better leave my mom alone before he gets here and beats your ass!”
Lex froze. Shock on his face as his grip loosened on my arm.
Then, slowly, his eyes turned toward her. Dangerous. Calculating.
“Who’s your daddy, Marisa?” he asked, voice low and threatening, taking a step toward her.
And that’s when my heart exploded with fear.
“Daddy Nolan. He told me to always call him if something is wrong with my mom or me. You are hurting her now so I called my dad!”
Lex snapped his head toward me, eyes blazing, then lunged straight for Marisa, grabbing her small hands like he had the right to lay a single finger on her. Before I could think twice, I went full beast on his ass. I didn’t care how big he was, didn’t care if he could knock me flat. I saw his hand on my baby and I lost every fucking ounce of chill I had.
“Don’t fucking touch her!” I screamed, every limb flying. I punched, scratched, bit. I went savage on him, desperate to make him let her go.
“You made her call another man daddy? So not only are you fucking her teacher, now my daughter is calling him Daddy? Lena, I’m gonna fuck you up?—”
“Try that shit, nigga, and I’ll kill you right fucking now.”
His voice boomed like thunder from the doorway. I turned just in time to see Nolan.
Before I could even process what was happening, Lex flew—literally fucking flew—across the room and landed hard against the wall. Nolan was on him in seconds. No hesitation. Just pure rage. Fists flying, body shaking with fury. Every punch came down like a damn hammer, cracking bone, splitting skin. Bloodpooled across Lex’s smug face as Nolan kept swinging like a man possessed.
“Nolan!” I screamed, covering Marisa’s eyes. “Please, baby! Please stop. He’s not worth it. Don’t ruin your life over this piece of trash. Please! Marisa is watching.”
I was crying, my body trembling, still shielding our daughter as Nolan’s fist froze mid-air. He looked up. Saw Marisa sobbing, her little hands clutched into fists. And then… he stopped.
Breathing hard, he grabbed Lex by the shirt, yanked him to his feet, and leaned in close.
“Get the fuck outta here before I end your fucking life. And don’t ever touch what’s mine again. You hear me, nigga?”
Then he threw him toward the door like he was nothing but a broken ragdoll. Lex scrambled, pathetic, crawled out to his car and sped off like the coward he was.
And Nolan turned to us.
His eyes scanned me, then Marisa. His voice cracked with emotion. “You okay? Did he touch you? Are you hurt somewhere, baby? Talk to me.”
That voice… that voice wrapped around my heart like a blanket. It wasn’t just comfort. It was safety. It was sanctuary. I broke down, crumbling into his arms, and Marisa did the same.
He held us both, tight, firm, his chest rising and falling as our tears soaked his shirt.
“I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry, my babies,” he whispered, kissing the top of my head. “I shouldn’t have let you go with him. That was on me. Never again. You hear me? Never again.”
He pulled back, wiped my tears with his thumb, and looked straight into my soul.
“I’m willing to wait as long as you want, baby. However long. But, please, let me protect you, baby. Let me take you home. Don’t push me away.”
I couldn’t speak. I just nodded, every part of my body aching to be his.
He leaned in closer. “Is that a yes, baby?”
“It’s a yes, Professor Hendrix,” I whispered, my voice raw. “Please bring us home with you.”
And I meant that with every shattered, healed, trembling part of me.
My home. My place. My peace… was by this man’s side.
