Page 46 of The Professor
“Drake, for Christ sake, don’t say things like that,” he says, shaking his chubby head.
“I’ve done nothing but say the truth,” I say, crossing my arms.
He wipes his mouth with a napkin and surprisingly pushes the food out of his way.
“Here’s the deal. We need this mess to go away. I believe your side of the story, but I also believe his. The reason being, there are always two sides to a story. Maybe you could have a talk with Emma Bower, explain to her that the best thing to do all around is just take responsibility for her part in what happened and both parties can move on. I know she’s your star student,” he says with a disgusting gleam in his eye.
The urge to reach across this desk and beat the fuck out of him is strong. The only fucking thing keeping me in this seat is I need this job and I don’t want to make things worse for Emma.
“I’m not sure what you’re implying sir, but if you have something you’d like to ask I suggest you do it instead of assuming. Furthermore, I will not talk to Emma or any other student for that matter and sway them in a direction that makes the university look squeaky clean because no one is willing to admit there are flaws. She was drugged and taken advantage of, nothing about that is okay. Don’t ever ask me again to persuade a student to do something,” I hiss.
Leaning back in his chair, he crosses his arms, resting them on his stomach. “Be careful with your words Drake. I’d hate to see you lose your job over such nonsense.”
Standing, I push the chair I abandoned roughly behind me. “Talk to Trent about what happened, you’ll get the same truthful story.”
I don’t bother to stick around even when he calls my name as I slam the door behind me. This place is a fucking joke. He’s lucky I need my job or someone would have to pick up his beaten body off the floor. He’s a bigger piece of shit than I even thought.
Grabbing my phone out of my pocket, I text Emma telling her I need to talk to her right now. I want to get to her before the fucking dean does. She gets back to me telling me she’s in the middle of a class. Fuck.
Drake - This is very important. Do NOT go anywhere but straight to my classroom when you leave. Do NOT talk to anyone, head straight here.
Sitting at my desk, I bang the top of it a few times. The anger of everything I’m feeling is taking over. And she hasn’t replied to my text. Leaning back in my chair, I run my hands through my hair. I need a fucking distraction.
The first good thing to happen all day occurs when my door opens and Emma steps inside, locking it behind her.
“You’re scaring me,” she says, slowly walking toward me.
“Fuck,” I say, jumping up to meet her halfway.
I pull her to me, holding her close. Her slender arms wrap around me and she melts into me. Kissing the top of her head, I rub her back to try to relax her.
“I’m sorry for scaring you, but I need you to listen to me.”
Not letting go, I tell her everything that happened with Professor Erickson. She peeks up at me with wide eyes a few times and I press a small kiss to her nose and continue. She needs to know with me she’s safe.
“So I want you to tell the truth. Don’t say what you think happened or what anyone else has told you. Say exactly what you remember and nothing more. Don’t let anyone tell you different. What happens is your decision, but the truth needs to be known,” I gently tell her.
“I don’t want him to get away with it so he can do it to someone else, but I just want it to go away,” she says, looking up at me with tears glazing her eyes.
“Hey, don’t cry. You tell the truth and what happens, happens. I’m not gonna let anything bad happen to you, Emma. I promise you,” I say, pressing my lips to hers.
She lets out a soft moan when my tongue slides against hers and my dick takes over. It’s not the right time, she needs to be comforted, but my body isn’t getting the message. Lifting her up, I carry her over and sit down in my chair. Where we both become frantic to touch the other. Pushing my hands into her hair I deepen the kiss and her hands move down to my now rock hard cock.
Breaking the kiss she grins at me. “Did you really tell Professor Erickson that you’d kill Bryson?”
I give her a half grin. “Not in those words, but yeah I did.”
“Fuck Drake, that’s kinda hot,” she shyly whispers.
She bats her lashes and pushes herself off me, dropping to her knees. Never breaking eye contact, she unbuttons my pants, pulling the zipper down, and licking her plump lips. Hooking her long fingers into the waistband of my boxers, I help her out by working my pants and boxers down just enough to free my heavy dick.
Leaning forward her tongue darts out and drags across the tip. Immediately, my hand flies into her hair.
“Fuck,” I hiss.
She doesn’t say a word, she just wraps her hot little mouth around me and begins to move. I let her move at her own pace, which is very slow and timid. I need more, but I want her to be comfortable with it, so I let her continue her unhurried speed. Fuck, don’t get me wrong it feels good. Her lips are wrapped tightly around me and her tongue drags slowly up and down, but right now I need something more. I need to fuck her mouth.
Pulling her off me gently by her hair, she peeks up at me. I grin and stand up. “It feels so fucking good Emma. Do you like having my cock in your mouth?”
