Page 16 of Yes! Professor Hendrix
He looked me dead in the eyes and that cocky-ass smile stretched across his face.
“Funny you ask thatafterI just made you cum so damn hard. But yeah, I do. I got a wife and a kid.”
My heart dropped. Gut twisted. Throat closed up like someone socked me.
He had a wife and a kid. I was the side chick. The other woman. The stupid one.
My chest hurt. Eyes filled with tears. How could I be so dumb? I let him inside me. Let him use me like I meant nothing. Like I had no value. And now what? Now I gotta live with this?
But then… he grabbed my face, softly this time. Like he knew exactly what I was thinking.
“And before you start making up crazy shit in that gorgeous head, let me make one thing clear. I’ve always knownyou’remy wife. And Marisa is my daughter.”
My jaw dropped. My eyes wide. I couldn’t speak.
“I wanted to give you time. I was gon’ wait. But then you sent that nasty-ass email… and that was my green light. So here I am. Taking what belongs to me.”
He leaned in, eyes dark with hunger.
“And as you can see Lena, when I come for you, I come hard. And you ain’t got no choice but to give in. Now come on. Let’s go join our baby. And later I’m putting a ring on that finger and changing your last name. You ready?”
I was speechless.
This man just turned my whole world inside out.
He was insane.
But the kind of insane that scared me and made me wet at the same time.
“You ready, baby?” he asked again, voice low and raw, brushing his lips against mine.
“Yes… Professor Hendrix…”
Chapter Eight
Nolan Hendrix
These last few days, I’d been telling myself it was getting harder to spend my nights alone, stuck in that cold-ass house, craving the day I’d have Lena in my sheets, waking up with my tongue buried deep in her pussy. That day had finally come—because I wasn’t lettin’ her go. This was just the beginning of our life together. I wasn’t gonna spend another night without her warm ass body pressed against mine and our baby girl snorin’ peacefully in her bedroom down the hall.
I never dreamed of a family until I saw Lena with her daughter. Then when she came on the first day of school with that sorry-ass baby daddy, the jealousy that crept in me that day was raw, loud, and fucking primal. I knew right then, I had to take his place—not just take it, replace it completely. Be the man. The husband. The father. That need was deep as hell, so raw I started movin’ my chess pieces withoutLena even seeing the board. Getting that nasty email was just the green light. But truthfully, I was already coming for her and my baby girl.
“So you just fucked in front of me but act like nothing happened? You think I won’t report you?” said Mrs. Porter when Lena and I put our clothes back in place, ready to get back to the trip.
Me and my baby ignored that bitter-ass woman and headed out. As I unlocked the door, she tried again—like she just couldn’t let us go.
“I took a nice video of you two fucking. I wonder how a Catholic school board would react to a teacher fuckin’ a student’s parent. You should’ve given me the dick when I asked.”
I smirked. Her threats didn’t move me one fucking inch. But then she kept running her damn mouth.
“I heard you’re a romance author, Miss Morrow, right? After this video hits social media, no one’s buying your stupid books. I’ll ruin your reputation.”
Wrong move, bitch.
I lunged forward and forced her back against the wall, my hands bracketing her, palms flat on either side of her shoulders so she couldn’t pull free. I leaned in close, my eyes locked on hers, fury crackling beneath my skin.
“I wonder, Mrs. Porter, whose reputation’s gonna get fucked the hardest when I drop the thirty-two videos I got of your pussy, your stretched-out ass, your mouth beggin’ for this dick? I wonder how the board will feel when they see the footage of you on your knees cryin’, beggin’ me to let you suck it. Wonder what your husband, your boss, your kids gon’ say when they see what kinda slut you really are.”
She tried to wriggle free, but I wasn’t gonna let her break free. “If I wanted to fuck you, I would’ve done it a thousand times. But mark my words—Lena Morrow is carved on everyfuckin’ inch of this dick. You touch what’s mine, I’ll come for you. And when I do, you’ll wish you’d never met me.”
