Page 20 of Yes! Professor Hendrix
“I didn’t like the way he was looking at you. What the fuck was that about? What were you doing in the corner? What was he telling you?”
I blinked. Then the heat rose up my neck fast.
“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me. Why the hell are you asking me questions that are none of your damn business?” I snapped.
“Itismy business. He teaches my daughter. If he’s talking to you about Marisa, I have a right to know.”
My jaw locked.
“Well it wasn’t aboutyourdaughter,” I fired back, emphasizingyourlike it was a curse. “So no, you don’t have a right to shit. Don’t come at me talking about being a daddy when you’ve been missing for five goddamn years and popping in and out like this kid doesn’t need you. Don’t play that game now.”
He gripped the steering wheel tighter. His knuckles whitened.
“So if it wasn’t about Marisa, then what was it about?” he asked, voice low and dangerous. “Lena. Are you fucking that man?”
I whipped my head toward him so fast I felt my neck crack. My eyes widened, shocked as hell, and my heart raced in my chest.
I turned in the seat to check the back—Marisa had her headphones on, thank God—but my voice dropped to a hiss.
“Are you fucking crazy? Your daughter is in this car. Why the fuck would you say something like that with her right behind us?”
“Why the fuck? I found you flirting with our daughter’s teacher and that shit wasn’t bothering you. So miss me with that. Answer the damn question. Are you fucking her arrogant ass teacher?”
Anger rose up in me like lava. I was already fighting my guilt over hurting Nolan, and now Lex had the audacity to press my last nerve like he had any right to question me.
“Do I ask when you fuck your wife? Or when you stick that dirty dick of yours wherever you want? Who the fuck gave you the right to patrol my pussy? I fuck who I wanna fuck.”
He pulled the car into my driveway, tires screeching like his whole world was about to fall apart. Before he could even blink, I hopped out and slammed the door so hard it echoed across the street. Then I turned, threw the back door open and told Marisa, “come on, baby. Let’s go.”
“We’re not done talking, Lena,” that dumb dick barked behind me, following us into the house like the uninvited demon he was.
“You better not be fucking that man, you hear me? He’s Marisa’s teacher. And if I find out he’s getting too close to my family, I’ll destroy his whole career. Ain’t it against the damn rules to fuck a student’s parent?”
“Go to hell, Lex! Mind your fucking business, you hear me? I am not your family. You lost that privilege the day you fucked a stranger in my damn bed while I was pregnant. So don’t come around trying to control who I give myself to. Go slap a tracker on your wife’s pussy and leave mine the fuck alone!” I yelled, fury flooding my voice until it cracked.
I was so mad! He had the nerve to patronize me when he was the one who fucked everything up between us. We were engaged—wedding in two weeks—and I was pregnant with Marisa when I found him fucking some bitch in our bed. Then, when I refused to forgive him, he went and married that same bitch, ignored his only child for five years, now here he was, popping upsporadicallyand trying to run my life? Shit! He can go rot in hell.
I pushed Marisa gently toward the stairs. “Go to your room, baby. Now.”
She nodded, eyes wide, scared, and disappeared up the stairs while this man kept raging like he hadn’t ruined enough of my peace.
“Why you getting so worked up, huh?” he growled, stepping into my space. “You’re fucking him, Lena? Tell me now, you letting that man have my pussy?”
I gasped, stepping back, but he grabbed me fast, rough, brutal. His hand wrapped around my wrist, yanking me hard against him.
“Let me the fuck go! You’re hurting me!” I screamed, heart slamming in my chest. The heat of panic rose inside me fast and furiously.
“I ain’t letting go. You’re mine, Lena! You always been mine. If you hadn’t cancelled our wedding, we’d be married right now. But you were too damn proud to forgive one mistake. I still fucking love you.”
“You’re married, Lex!” I roared, voice shaking with rage and fear. “You married the bitchyoucheated with and you want me to forgive you?”
“I can’t let you go. You’re mine,” he said again, eyes wild, voice trembling. And then he pushed me onto the couch.
I barely had time to react before Marisa’s voice cut through the air like a lightning bolt.
“Leave my mom alone!” she screamed, her little voice trembling with fury.
I turned, heart lurching, tears flooding my eyes. I never wanted my baby to witness this. Never wanted her to feel unsafe in her own damn home.
