But now, knowing who he is and the way he’s been acting, my mind is a big jumbled mess.
Does he really think he loves me? Or is this some lingering possessiveness from the past?
Before I know it, the bell chimes, signaling the end of our class. My professor assigns us a paper on a Greek God before dismissing us.
Quickly, I gather my stuff up and make my way to the door. Just when I think I’m free, I feel him right behind me. I let out an annoyed sigh. “What do you want?” I ask, not bothering to slow my steps. But he’s a giant and has no trouble keeping up with me.
“For you to agree to go out with me.” That has me stopping.
“What?!” my eyes widen. “No. You're my TA. We can’t do that.”
“Why not? My mom is best friends with your mom. We’ve been friends for years. There’s nothing wrong with us hanging out.”
I narrow my eyes. “Because you and I both know you don’t want to hang out with me as friends.” I cross my arms and raise my brow.
He gives me a handsome smirk. “You're right. Friends is something I never wanna be with you again. It’s not enough for me. But no one else but me and you need to know that.” He winks.
“No.” I raise my chin. Mostly because the idea of being alone with him scares me. I have a feeling if he tried enough, he would wear me down. It’s too soon, too confusing.
“Your mom is coming over tonight for supper, at least come with her. My mom has been saying how much she misses you,” he pleads with hopeful eyes.
My mom did ask me to come along already. And I do miss his mom. She’s like an aunt to me.
I let out a heavy sigh. “Fine.”
He grins wider, and my heart flutters. “See you tonight, Lollipop.”
“Goodbye, Mr. Jones.” I try to hold my smile back.
“You can just call me Sir,” he says in a husky tone. “It would sound so much better when you're screaming it as you cum around my cock tonight, like a good fucking girl.”
He turns around, leaving me stunned with my mouth hanging open.
Collin Jones is a damn hurricane that I didn’t see coming. Fucking hell.
Chapter 21