Page 64 of The Professor
Holding her arms down, we laugh as she fights to get away. She is struggling and it’s turning me the fuck on having her tight ass rub against my cock. I’m about ready to say screw dinner and fuck her right here, covered in flour.
Just as I lean down to kiss her neck, the door opens and we both jump.
“Emma?”
“Dad? What...what the hell are you doing here?” She says in a very high pitched, nervous voice.
Fuck.
“What the hell am I doing here? I came to visit my daughter who said she couldn’t come home because of the workload. The bigger question is, what the hell is going on here?” His eyes snap to mine and I suddenly feel like a teenager who just got caught sneaking in his girlfriend’s room. “You’re her professor.”
So much for no consequences.
Chapter 27
Emma
My heart is poundingwith fear. My dad looks more pissed than I’ve ever seen him and Drake, well his face is completely void of any emotions. That’s never a good thing. I need to say something, but I’m suddenly rendered speechless. I feel like I’m in trouble, like the consequences are finally upon us.
“Mr. Bower, please let me explain,” Drake say, grabbing a towel to wipe the flour off.
My father crosses his arms and takes a step closer. “Let you explain what exactly? The fact that you’ve taken advantage of my daughter?”
“Dad,” I yell.
Drake holds up his hand to stop me. “I can understand that you would perceive it that way, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. I love your daughter.”
My father lets out the most horrible laugh and I flinch at the sound of it. “Oh, you love my daughter, well ok then.”
He begins to pace, running his hands through his hair, and I peek over at Drake. I’m sure he’s thinking we should have just gone to his place and he’s right. It was stupid as hell to think that being here wouldn’t cause a problem.
“What the hell is wrong with you? Can you not find women your own age?”
“Dad,” I shout, trying to make him stop.
Drake crosses his arms and I’m starting to worry about who’s going to say the most hurtful shit here.
“Sir, I respect you as Emma’s father, but you have no fucking place to talk to me like that.”
I want to crawl in a hole.
“Oh, that’s where you are wrong. I have every right since Emma is my daughter. This, whatever the fuck it is, ends now.” He turns to face me and my eyes fill with tears. “This ends or I will go to the dean.”
As if those words flip some kind of switch, I stand up tall and move to Drake, wrapping my arm around his waist.
“I’m a grown ass woman and this relationship is the best thing that’s ever happened to me. If you go to the dean, I’ll lose Drake and you, because I won’t forgive you. I love him, Dad, and he loves me. He didn’t take advantage of me, this is completely consensual,” I say, feeling proud of myself.
“I’ve never been more disappointed than I am right now,” he says, walking out of my dorm and slamming the door behind him.
Before the tears even fall, Drake pulls me to him and kisses the top of my head. “I’ll handle it sweetheart.”
“How the hell are you gonna do that?”
“Well first, I’m going to clean the flour off because I don’t think anyone can take me serious like this. I’ll talk to him. I may not be able to get him to approve, but I’ll keep him from going to the dean at the very least. It’s going to be alright,” he says, rubbing my back.
Pulling away, he goes into the bathroom to clean up and I look at the mess around me. Pretty ironic considering right now I feel like my life is as messy as this kitchen.
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