Page 140 of Captivated By Danger

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My second classwas nearing the end and I was thankful because the discussion that we were having hit home, talking about the loss of children. It was taking everything in me not to tear up. We were working in groups and luckily, I was in the group with some cool people. I would have been in the group with Sutton, but she started acting funny once it came out that I was the girl with Diesel. While I didn’t expect us to bond over being with Diesel, I also didn’t expect her to completely pivot away from me. It also made me wonder if she started having feelings for him like I did, and if she did, did he put her out because he started catching feelings for her too. It also made me think that he falls hard for women and that’s why he only sets the date for six weeks or less. That would make sense as well. Getting that man to open up was like pulling teeth with no anesthesia.

“Yeah, Diesel Danger got a baby on the way. It just ain’t hit the big blogs yet,” Sutton said to her group of people.

She was speaking loud enough for me to hear.

Don’t react.

“How you know?” one of the people asked.

“The girl reached out to me because we were seen together too. Wanted to know if he’d gotten me pregnant before and if so, what did he do about it. The girl is scared for her life. She swears that people are after her since she went and told him she was pregnant.”

I hated that my phone was vibrating in my pocket because she was going to think that I was texting him, although, I did want to know what the fuck she was talking about. The guy that sat across from me, hit my foot, and slightly shook his head. I was sure that he was trying to tell me to ignore that bitch. I was, but that wasn’t going to stop me from wanting to know.

“She better tell folks just in case something happens to her. You know how rich men get down,” one of the other girls said.

When I looked at my phone, it was a message from Diesel letting me know that he’d be home late. He didn’t have to tell me that because I already knew that, but since he was talking to me, I took that as an opportunity to ask him.

Me:While you talking to me, S says that you have a baby on the way, and you are threatening the girl?

The dots appeared and then went away. They did not appear again, so I texted back.

Me:???????????

He didn’t respond, pissing me off. Once class was dismissed, I rushed to the car to call him. He picked up on the first ring.

“Grey.”

I didn’t say anything. There were several moments of silence. He knew what I wanted to know. I wasn’t going to say anything until he said something.

“I do not have a baby on the way, Greysen.”

I blew out a sigh of relief. There was another awkward moment of silence.

“So, can we—”

He ended the call.

“Oowee, Lord. I can’t stand him,” I said, shaking my head.

Honestly, every other day I regret staying here with that sociopath, and every other night when he dicked me down, I realized it was one of the reasons that I decided to stay. I had to listen to my mother berate me while this man had his head between my legs sucking my pussy like a famished animal. In the middle of my orgasm, I believe I heard her say that I wouldn’t be welcomed at her house anymore. I hadn’t talked to her since, but I have spoken to my father a few times. Even though Diesel acts like a child, I knew that he was happy I stayed.

That Night…

It was after midnight, and I stood outside Diesel’s office in a naughty school girl uniform. It was a red and black plaid skirt that stopped right under my ass cheeks. Even if I bent over a little bit, it was going to show my pussy. The top was sheer and black, showing my nipples. The outfit came with knee-high stockings. I just added a shiny black stiletto. My hair was in a messy bun at the top of my head. I wished that I’d had some glasses to complete the look. I tapped on the door a few times.

“I’m busy!” he called out.

Ignoring him, I twisted the knob and opened the door. He was looking down at his paper-covered desk when I strutted in the room. The office was dimly lit except for the lamp that was over his desk. He looked like a stressed out student, studying hard for a major test. His coat was hanging on the back of his chair, and his tie hung loose around his neck. He had a highlighter in one hand and a magnifying glass in another. Him using a magnifying glass instead of glasses really turned me on.

“Grey, what the fuck did I—”

He looked up at me and immediately dropped everything on his desk.

“Mr. Danger,” I muttered.

“Yes,” he whispered. “Wow.”

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