Page 28 of Mister Teacher

“I can but I’ll be late. I’m waiting for my last parent of the evening to stop by.”

“Okay, baby. I guess I’ll see you when you get here.”

“Do you need me to bring anything?”

“Some of that Taylor Port wine. I have one bottle but that’ll be gone by the time you get here.”

“Yes, ma’am. I got you.”

“Alright, baby.”

I disconnected the call and smiled to myself. My mama wouldn’t drink any hard liquor, but she’d finish a bottle or two of wine by herself and be just as tipsy as those around her. She had always been a spiritual woman, but after my father died, she drew even closer to God. I think that was the only thing that kept her sane. She was crazy about my father, and they were so close. My father loved her fiercely. He was the reason Kahlil and I handled women the way we did. Our mother may have taught us how to be gentlemen, but our father was the example we needed on how to truly treat women by how he treated our mother.

He treated her softly, delicately, but he didn’t handle her like she was weak. They submitted to each other. There was never a time where my mother questioned my father’s priority or integrity, and we needed that example. It was so easy to get caught up in other things and forget about what mattered most, but I learned under God nothing was more important than my future wife and kids.

At the sound of heels clacking against tile, I lifted my head and looked toward the door. I was expecting Pierre’s mother. Pierre was probably my most difficult student. So far, I hadn’t been able to get through to him. I spoke with the rest of his teachers and found out he was doing even worse in their classes. From my research, none of his teachers had met either of his parents before, so I was surprised when his mother agreed to stop by and see me. I needed to get an understanding of what was going on at home that was causing the disconnect here at school. The more I knew about Pierre’s background, the easier it would be for me to help him.

The man who came earlier basically had wasted my damn time. In so many words, he told me what happened with his son while he was at school was our problem not his. I pretty much wrote him off and decided if there was going to be any change with Chris that it would have to come through me.

Heading toward my door, my steps halted at the sight of the woman. There was no way she was Pierre’s mother unless she’d had him really young. It was the woman I’d had dinner with the night Janae and I called things off. Lord knows I wanted to take her sexy ass home, but I’d never been a cheater and wouldn’t allow Janae’s inconsistency to change that.

My dinner companion looked just as beautiful now as she did then. Her hair was pulled up into a thick bun, but a few pieces were curly and hanging, dangling on her shoulders. Her face was made, and like that night, bright red lipstick set it off. Her nails were painted red too, and I had to admit, it looked sexy on her.

“Hey,” she greeted with a warm smile, extending her hand for me to shake.

“Hey… Latrina?”

Her head shook softly. “That’s my older sister. She couldn’t get off work, so she asked me to come in her place, if that’s okay.”

“Yeah, sure. Thank you for coming.” After releasing her hand, I motioned for her to have a seat at the larger chair in front of my desk. “It’s great to see you again. Will I have a name to put with your beautiful face this time around?”

She gave me a soft chuckle as she nodded. “It’s Lena. And you’re Mr. Roberts?”

“Tyreek,” I corrected, taking my seat.

“It’s good to see you again, Tyreek. Are you still attached?”

Attached.

I liked that she used that word. A lot of people were in relationships, but they weren’t committed and attached; meanwhile, there were people like me who were technically single yet still unavailable because their hearts were clinging to someone else.

“I am not,” I admitted sadly. While I wished things would have been established enough in Vegas between me and Janae to have made more progress when we got home, it seemed she truly wanted to let what happened in Vegas stay in Vegas. I had no choice but to accept that while I prayed she was doing well.

“Maybe we can have dinner again then, and I’ll be your dessert.”

My dick began to harden instantly, but truthfully, I was still sprung off Janae’s pussy. I wasn’t like most men who felt pride being able to jump from one woman to the next. Pussy was pussy to me, no matter who it came from. I didn’t place a woman’s value on that; I placed her value on her character, heart, and integrity. For that reason, Janae still had me wrapped around her finger, but I knew I had to let her go.

“Maybe, for now, we need to discuss your nephew before you get me too distracted.”

Lena smiled as she sat back in her seat and crossed her legs. “What is there to discuss?”

“His failing grades. Is there something going on at home that would limit his ability to focus or desire to excel?”

“Aside from the fact that his father was killed last year and his mother is working three part-time jobs to take care of him and his four siblings?”

“Wow.” I sat back in my seat, completely thrown off by her admittance. “I didn’t know his family had all of that going on.”

“Yeah. They’re going through a lot. Latrina is doing the best she can, and I help out when and how I can, but it’s a lot. Pierre is kind of like the second parent, so he doesn’t really have time for schoolwork at home. Plus, he’s just… angry and depressed. He doesn’t get a lot of time with my sister because she works, and when she is home, she has to divide her attention between all her kids and his dad is gone. Doesn’t really matter what I try and do for him or anyone else, he wants his mom and dad, so he’s struggling right now.”

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