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"It's the fucking code." Fuck. I whisked her by the waist into my arms and what I had been yearning to do for weeks. I kissed her. Not just that. I did what I wanted to do all this time. I made love to her. Silently. Covering her mouth when she moaned as she came. It was not a thank you. She deserved a bigger, but better show of gratitude than a fuck in the library. No, this was an outlet of the emotions I held back for a long time spilling out.
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Elvira
NO HELL HATH NO fury than an ex-boyfriend scorned. After Wyatt stormed out of Thompson's office, I knew it was not the end of it. He was just getting started. And this morning, while I was in my office chatting with Jess, I was proven right. A young, slim man with a buzz cut and a messenger bag slung over his shoulder, knocked on the wide-open door and said, "Elvira Edwards?"
"That's me."
He produced a brown manila envelope out of his bag, his face impassive. He stepped into the office, handed me the weighty envelope and said, "You've been served." And marched out of the office. Jess's eyebrows shot up, staring at the envelope.
"He did not. Please tell me he did not fucking sue you."
I ripped open the envelope. It was a lawsuit from Wyatt. "He's suing me and the school for emotional harm and physical harm. Me for causing it and the school for doing nothing."
"Why didn't call the police if he was so distressed!"
I raised my eyebrows at her.
"I mean, if what you did was so bad, wouldn't he call the police?" Jess explained.
I read the document and, through the lawyer speak, I could surmise that, "He claims he went to the authorities. The authorities being the university and they did nothing. He's turning it into an HR violation suit."
"Oh, my god! That man is a nasty piece of work."
"Tell me about it."
I put the lawsuit in my desk drawer, not wanting to think about it. I had been on cloud nine until now. I had deciphered the code, and now that we could read the letters, we had practically found the smoking gun in the princes in the tower case. Levi was overjoyed that his theory—that Richard was responsible—was essentially confirmed, and we might locate the boys' burial place. It had been a fantastic week. And that didn't even include the orgasm Levi gave me in the library. Did that scene play in my head when I went to sleep every night? Yes, and I liked it.
Now Wyatt had to ruin it all with a fucking lawsuit. If only he knew I wanted to do more. I should have punched him like I felt like doing in that moment and every time I've seen him since. I should have punched that sick, smug face.
I sighed. “Ugh. I hate my life.”
Jess winced. “I hate him. He’s ruined the good news I came with.”
“Please share. Anything to brighten the mood.”
Joy she must have been suppressing, brightening her face. “I got a promotion!” she squealed. “I’ve been made a full time professor!”
“Jess! That’s amazing!”
“I think I have Professor Phantom to thank. He was the one who put in a good word for me to Thompson.”
“What!” Levi never seemed to care about Jess enough to do such a thing.
“I know. I know! I was just as shocked as you are. Did you speak to him or something?”
I shook my head. “He did it all on his own.”
“Damn professor Phantom. Maybe I was too harsh.”
“No. You got that promo because you deserve it. He probably noticed how good you are.”
Jess squealed again, then she turned serious. "So what are you going to do?"Clearly, Jess didn't want to let the lawsuit go.
"I will probably have to find a lawyer. What else am I going to do?"
"A lawyer for what?" Levi said as he stopped by our office. He was just coming in. He was late by at least an hour and looked slightly dis-shelved than usual. As though he had simply thrown clothes onto his body and called it a day. But that did not diminish his handsomeness. If anything, it made him look like a younger version of Indiana Jones. My stomach did that wobbly thing again that it usually did when I had spent some time without seeing him.
