Page 61 of Surrender
“Let go, Colbie.”
“Dallis, he’ll leave. Just-”
Colbie found herself letting out a squeak as Dallis stood. His dick was still deep inside her, and he began to head out of the bedroom. She realized what he intended to do and tried to grab onto the doorframe to stop them. It only worked momentarily.
“Baby, please,” she tried as they were halfway down the hall. “You can’t confront him.”
“Like hell, I can’t.”
“He saw you at the restaurant. He knows you’re my student.”
That caused Dallis to stop, and she could see he was unhappy about this. Colbie hated that she had to pull the student-teacher card on him, but she knew Will well enough to know that he would find some way to out them to someone, and with Dallis only having four months left of school, she didn’t want to risk that.
Dallis made an abrupt turn and made his way back into the bedroom. He slid her off his dick, putting her down. Picking up the shirt he’d taken off the night before, he handed it to her.
“Put it on.”
Taking it from him, she slid it over her head, the shirt coming down to her knees. He then grabbed her hands, removing the ring from her right and placing it on her left.
“Go get rid of him,” he told her, tipping her chin up. “But let’s be clear. He’s gone in five minutes. OrI’mhandling it.”
Bitch why are we even wetter now than we were before?GiGi questioned, and Colbie knew it was because every part of her loved when he got all dominant on her. Not to be confused with domineering.
She nodded at him, rising on her tiptoes, wanting a kiss because his words had set her on fire, and she needed something to hold her over until he was back inside her.
Colbie made her way down the hall as the knocking had shifted back to the front door. Any average person would have gotten the hint that she did not want to be bothered. Will was not normal.
She undid the locks more aggressively than necessary, so he could hear them and know that he had irritated her. Flinging the door open, she glared at him.
“What?” she questioned.
“About time,” he stated, attempting to walk in.
Colbie held her hand up. “What do you want, Will? I’m busy.”
“We need to talk, Colbie.”
“No, we don’t,” she countered.
“Look, I know we didn’t end on the best of terms, but...maybe we can-”
“The only thing we can do is be strangers,” she informed him.
“I just want to come in and talk,” he told her, attempting to come in again.
“No,” Colbie told him. “We have nothing to talk about. I don’t know what part of that you aren’t understanding,” she responded, bringing her hand up to rub her temple because she knew this man would give her a headache.
“What is that?” Will questioned, his hand gripping her wrist.
Colbie pulled it from his grasp. “What does it look like?” she inquired, mentally smirking because her boyfriend was petty.
It was then that Will took her in, and noticed what she was wearing, the fact that several strands of hair had fallen out of her bun. Colbie then watched him turn and look at Dallis’ car, which was parked in front of her mailbox. You would think that he would have noticed it before.
When he turned back to her, Colbie could see the question in his eyes, and she in no way wanted to hear it. Luckily for her, Dallis’ voice filtering down the hall made it a moot point.
“Baby.”
Will’s head snapped over her shoulder, and Colbie had to force herself to turn at a slower pace, her heart beating fast because she just knew it hadn’t been five minutes yet. She didn’t find him there and let out an inaudible breath. He was calling from the bedroom.
