Page 33 of Yes! Professor Hendrix
Jesus Christ. This man is fucking crazy.
Then he leaned forward, elbows on the table, eyes locked on every single one of them, voice dropping deep and deliberate.
“It’s not Miss Morrow anymore,” he said. “It’s Mrs. Hendrix.”
Gasps and murmurs erupted. I could see Lex and Mrs. Porter’s faces crumble in real-time, like their little power trip had just blown up in their faces. They hadn’t seen that shit coming.
It happened two weeks ago. This man gave me dick that morning so good it scrambled my damn thoughts. I remember saying,“if you keep giving me good dick like this, I might marry you on the spot.”It was just some after-sex nonsense, something to say when your body is weak and your mind is mush.
But nothing is just a joke with Nolan Hendrix. Nothing is casual. One wrong email and he was dicking me down during my daughter’s field trip. One playful comment and I was a whole-ass wife before dawn.
Nolan sat back like a king on his throne, calm as ever. “Lena Hendrix. Marisa Hendrix. That’s my family. And yeah, I was assisting my fiancée, now wife, during that trip. You got a problem with a husband looking after his own?”
The board shifted, rattled. But they hadn’t even seen the worst yet.
“Assisting how?” asked the same member from earlier, sounding far less confident now. “We weren’t aware you were engaged. Even so, things done in private shouldn’t cross over into school activities. You were caught having sex.”
“Where’s your proof?” Nolan asked, unbothered.
“I was there. I saw everything,” Mrs. Porter shot back.
“Oh, so what you’re saying, Mrs. Porter, is that you were in the same room as us while we were supposedly having sex?” Nolan’s voice was calm, but sharp. “That sounds a little inappropriate, don’t you think? Why would I want to have sex in front of you? And even if I did, is there anything to prove it besides your word?”
Mrs. Porter’s face drained of all color. Just as we thought—she couldn’t provide her video. Because showing it would mean admitting she was in the same room. You can’t accuse us of immorality and not include yourself.
“I had a video,” she mumbled, “but something happened, and I lost everything. Still, my word should suffice. I can attest there were sexual activities, and because I caught them, Mr. Hendrix made the bus leave without me. I had to pay an Uber to get back.”
“So this is all because of a damn Uber you paid?” Nolan teased, petty as hell.
Mrs. Porter was fuming. “I swear you two were having sex. I’m not lying.”
“If only your words were worth something, but I’m afraid we can’t just take them like that,” said a voice entering the room.
It was a beautiful Black woman, around my age, with deep brown skin, thick black hair, and clear eyes. The room went silent the second she stepped in—the kind of silence that made people straighten their backs and stand at attention. She was important to this board and my eyes widened as I realized who it was. She winked at me, and I still couldn’t fully process what I was seeing.
It was Coco. Nolan’s sister.
I was surprised to see her here in a professional setting, but I really shouldn’t have been. By now, I should’ve learned that everyone around Nolan, even Nolan himself, wasn’t as simple as they seemed. Nolan had been a university professor beforemaking the unexpected career switch to teaching fourth grade. He owned a house you’d expect from someone who made major moves, yet you’d never guess it just by looking at him. His brother led an entire special-ops team, but I’d watched him play bodyguard for a celebrity like it was nothing. And then there was Coco, someone I’d only ever seen with Aja and Marisa, never knowing what she actually did for a living, standing there, completely at ease in this world.
“Excuse me for being late. I’m Coraline Banks, a lawyer specializing in compliance, ethics, and litigation; I’m the legal and ethics representative assigned by the Catholic School District,” Coco said coolly. “Before we proceed with any sanctions, I’d like to address something.”
She held up a small remote, aimed it at the mounted TV behind her, and pressed play.
The footage was clear. Mrs. Porter. In my man’s classroom. Voice breathless. “Please, Mr. Nolan. Let me taste it. Just once. Just the tip.”
Gasps filled the room.
The camera angle changed. It was her again, this time rubbing herself against Nolan’s desk, whispering his name like a prayer. Then a screen showed a transfer log—32 videos. All sent to Nolan over the last year.
Coco turned to her directly. “Mrs. Porter, your behavior clearly qualifies as workplace harassment. Mr. Hendrix’s refusal to engage in your advances seems to have motivated your false accusations.”
“No…” Mrs. Porter gasped. “I… I’m not lying.”
“It doesn’t matter whether you are or not. The fact remains that you blatantly harassed Mr. Hendrix. We cannot accept your testimony. If Mr. Hendrix were to file a suit against this school for any sanctions imposed based on your claims, we’d lose because we’d be siding against a victim of harassment. And foryour information, this school will be pressing charges againstyou, Mrs. Porter, for requesting sexual favors from one of our staff members.”
“This is ridiculous!” Lex’s voice boomed across the room. “You don’t know this man! He’s capable of all kinds of inappropriate things! I saw them flirting in front of students! You should investigate and punish him! They weren’t even engaged during that trip! And aren’t you going to say something after he announced he’d changed my daughter’s name? Marisa is my daughter!”
Nolan’s little smirk tugged at his lips like he was watching a comedy show.
