Page 51 of Unbreakable

Knox

It’sbeenamonth since the blowup in Arizona’s apartment. We haven’t talked since that night, and it’s fucking killing me. I’ve seen her come and go from her apartment, sometimes stalking her through the peephole and window when I hear her door open and close. I was such a damn idiot calling myself her boyfriend, I was just so damn jealous seeing her with another man, her teacher of all people.

He tracked me down on campus, making it clear if I were to speak of his involvement with Arianna, of course he would use her real name, I would see how much power he has at this school. Yeah, I got the obvious threat there, and what it meant for my education. Fucking douchebag! What the hell did she see in him?

I can’t help how my eyes immediately zone in on her in a crowd. I see her from across the courtyard in front of the library at school, walking alone with her head down, oblivious to her surroundings. I fight the urge to run over and pull her into my arms. I was a dumbass, and I want her back, even if I have to share her.

After the shock of that night wore off, I started researching poly relationships. It would definitely be an adjustment but one I’d be willing to try for her, I just need to talk with the douche.

My eyes continue to follow her as she walks out of sight entering the library, a group of meathead football players following behind her. Yeah, real smooth assholes. I wish I could be there to see her shoot them down. I slowly stand, gathering up my books I have scattered around me and stuff them into my bookbag, before tossing the strap over my shoulder and heading to her Professor’s office. I'd already looked up his office hours, so I know he should be there.

Walking into the Psychology wing of the building my nerves escalate. Are we going to have a rehash of that night? Is he going to be receptive to what I have to offer? So many questions. Reaching his door, I raise my hand to knock when it’s suddenly pulled open, catching me off guard, causing me to stumble slightly.

“Oh, excuse me.” the curvy blonde leaving his office says, her face flushed, as she hurries past me and down the hallway.

“What do you want? You’re not one of my students and my office hours are reserved for them.” he tells me as he turns and heads back behind his desk, sitting down in the leather captain's chair.

“Replacing her already? That girl is nowhere near the league of Arizona.” I tell him bluntly, moving inside of the room and closing the door behind me, before making my way across the room and taking a seat in the chair in front of his desk.

“It was Knox, wasn’t it? My meetings with MY students are none of your business. As far as Arianna goes, whatever relationship we do or do not have is also none of your concern. Please see yourself out and shut the door behind you.” he tells me before returning to the papers on the desk in front of him, dismissing me completely.

“Well, you see that’s where you’re wrong. She is very much my business. I admit I was a little shocked with your presence that night and not knowing of your,” I pause before saying the next part, “relationship with her. I wanted, hell, hoped she would want to be my girlfriend instead of just being a friend with benefits. I was out of line that night, but we didn’t have plans. I showed up just after her friend left from finding out some disturbing news about people they are close to being involved in a shooting. So whatever she had planned with you, she didn't intentionally blow off. I felt you needed to know that before you started judging her.” I tell him, hoping if he knows exactly what happened he will be more willing to be a participant in the proposition I have for him.

“This story is interesting, but is of no concern to me. What we had is over, especially now that someone else knows about it. I refuse to risk my career for a dalliance. Now, are you finished or is there more you wish to go on about? I have papers to grade.” Looking down his nose at me as he talks.

I turn to leave then stop dead in my tracks, turning back around to face him.

“Yeah, there is more I want to add. I’m not a fool, if you didn’t have some type of feelings for her you wouldn’t have been pissed when you found out about me. Whether you want to admit it or not, you want her. I have a solution to our problem. It’s simple actually, we share her. We give her what she needs from each of us and in return we have her, one of the best things I know has ever happened in my life. Can you say the same?” I walk over to him, take a pen from his desk and a notepad and scribble my number on it.

“In case you change your mind and want to have an actual conversation, even to make a plan to correct our fuckup, then call me. Just know, I’m proceeding with or without you.” Anger palpable in my voice as I grit my teeth. I then spin on my heels and head out the door, slamming it shut behind me. Yeah, a little of a tantrum displayed there but I wanted to be dramatic.

I head back in the direction of the library, hoping like hell to find her still there. It’s time to begin making up. Luck wasn’t on my side though, I checked every study nook, each stack of book shelves but nothing. Dropping my head in defeat I head out of the library and to my next class, I’ll be early but hopefully the room will still be empty and I can figure out my next step.

Draco

The kid has balls, I’ll give him that.

He was right on so many levels, I let my dominant side get the best of me and lashed out at her, never listening to what she had to say. I knew even then my feelings had grown deeper than my normal relationships. I wanted more with her, but still wasn’t ready to admit it to myself. It was such a new foreign desire for me, a girlfriend.

Knowing now a bit more of her side of the story from that night, my heart sinks a little but the dom in me still rages, she knew she should have contacted me. It’s my job to be the one there to care for her when needed. No wonder she seemed so tired all the time. She had work, school, me and apparently the kid too.

His idea is intriguing but how could I make it work for me? I’ve never been in a committed relationship, would I be able to share? Sure I’ve shared subs, but never one I’ve entered into a contract with, and never with someone outside of my particular lifestyle.

I pick up the tiny piece of paper containing his chicken scratch handwriting and lift my arm up to throw it in the trash, but stop myself and instead slip it into my pocket. A nagging feeling of remorse washes over me at the thought of throwing it away, like I would be closing the door on Arianna for good. Something in that thought doesn’t sit well with me.

I’ve been to Club Erotica more times than I can count over the last month. Each time hoping one of the submissives would catch my attention, take my thoughts away from Arianna, but none did. Hell, none of them even made my dick hard, which really had me thinking something was seriously wrong with me. Luckily every day she came to class or I thought of her, he twinged letting me know he was still alive.

I pick up my phone and turn it over and over in my hand, before finally getting some cojones and text.

Me: You’ve barely looked or spoken to me in class, which I take responsibility for. I want to see you. Are you available tonight?

I wait and wait with no response, and become impatient. Normally I would go full dom, but at the moment I’m no longer her dom, and I don’t know if it would be the best course of action to take. I sit the phone down on the desk, stealing glances at it as I continue to grade papers.

I’m pulled from thoughts and dreariness of grading papers by the vibration of my phone on the desk. I hastily reach for it, almost dropping it as I grab it.

Arianna: I only speak when my inability to understand the lecture topic arises. No, I’m not free. Please do not message me as this is inappropriate behavior for a professor to have with his student. Wouldn’t you agree?

Anger consumes me and before I even realize what I’m doing, I hear my phone crashing against the door and falling to the floor. Yeah, I’m sure I’ve fucked it up. Stuffing the remaining ungraded papers in my bag, I stand, pulling the strap over my shoulder, and stride towards the door. Bending over to pick up my phone, I see a shattered screen.

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