Page 11 of Claiming Kenna

“Yeah I am ok. This all feels surreal. I don’t think I want to accept money off you. It feels wrong,” I admitted.

“You’re taking the money,” he sat up and passed my dress to me with a smirk, “I know this is wrong of me but I will pay you whatever you want if it means I am the only one fucking you,” he continued and grabbed his pants off the floor. I stretched out. Feeling some leftover pain between my legs but in my eyes it was more than worth it.

“Little bit controlling of you professor,” I teased, slipping my legs into my g-string.

“You have no idea. I am a registered psychologist. Psychologist’s are usually the most deranged individuals,” he stated and tilted his head, eyeing me carefully to take in my reaction.

“Well as long as deranged you keeps giving me explosive orgasms like that and don’t turn into a murderous stalker then I am ok with that,” I said finally and zipped up the remainder of my dress. Cullen gave me a loaded look then pulled me to him and kissed me deeply.

“Message me when you are home safe,” he said and walked out the door leaving me alone in the room wondering who the hell my teacher really was.

Crystal came in as soon as Cullen left and eyed me suspiciously.

“Are you ok K?” She asked me carefully. Probably wondering if I would shatter like glass and break down with how awful that was.

“Yeah I’m good.” I smiled widely. Definitely a lot better than I could have ever hoped for in fact. But I didn’t need to add that on the end.

“You don’t know how glad I am to hear that. I have been pacing the hallways instead of working because I was worried I pushed you too hard to do this,” she confessed.

“Don’t worry no one can push me around if I really don’t want to do something. Now I am going home to shower,” I said and smiled.

“OK, phew, that makes me feel better. The money will be wired to your account later,” she said. I smiled at her again and left the club rehashing tonights' events. And as I climbed into my waiting uber I relished in the thought of buying myself a cafe latte tomorrow morning with the easiest ten grand I have ever made. Well to be fair, the only ten grand I have ever made in one sitting. And by sitting I meant laying on my back getting fucked.

I nearly skipped up my steps to my studio apartment ignoring the stray accusing looks from other residents that I passed. I know what I looked like in my small dress, fuck me heels and smudged make up in the middle of winter. The reality was I couldn’t care less right now what people thought of me. I burst through my heavy door with the old hinges groaning loudly in protest. I dropped my bag on the kitchen bench top and rustled through my cupboards looking for something to eat. My cupboards were looking scarce.Fuck it. I slipped my phone out of my hand bag and ordered a large pizza through uber eats and jumped in the shower while I was waiting for it to turn up.

An hour later I was washed, in my pj's and completely bloated from my dinner. I was still on too much of a high to sleep, so I decided to hit my books and cram some study in while I wasn’t feeling exhausted. Minutes turned into hours and then at four am I was crawling into bed finally feeling utterly drained. I pulled my blankets up, turning myself into a human burrito and yawned loudly. I glanced at my phone on the kitchen bench still and realized I forgot to message Cullen. I decided it doesn’t matter. I would see him at school on Monday and everything will be back to normal.

I woke late, around lunch time, with my stomach grumbling loudly letting me know how unhappy it was about skipping breakfast. I sighed and rubbed the heavy sleep dust from my eyes. I have done enough study for the weekend and achieved more than what I normally would because I didn’t have brain block for a change, so today I may finally head out and do some Christmas shopping and grab that frothy cafe latte I had dreamed about for a long time.

That’s how my Sunday was spent. Shopping, getting a takeaway coffee and because I was feeling all festive I found myself standing in front of the gigantic Christmas tree at times square. There was a small group of choir singers singing Silent Night and a well formed half circle of onlookers standing in front of them appreciating the carol. I glanced back to the tree and stretched my neck looking up at the flashing lights and baubles mulling over the fact it would have taken hours and some large scaffolding to get up that high.

My phone ringing brought my mind back and I pulled it out of my jacket pocket wondering if it was work or my mum. Millie’s name was flashing on the screen though and my heart sank. I answered the phone instantly, “I am the worst friend ever. We were meant to catch up today!” I burst out.

“Yes I hate you,” she bit out.

“Millie…” I started and then I heard laughing on the other end of the phone. My eyes narrowed.

“Gotcha!” She yelled.

“Ah I hate you. What are you doing?” I asked her.

“Not a lot. My mum has a friend coming over so I am free for an hour or two before work. Should I bring food around to yours?” She asked.

“I’m not home. I’m at times square at the moment. Do you want to grab a bite to eat at a cafe?” I replied.

Twenty minutes later Millie was climbing out of a small taxi, eyes roaming the footpaths until she spotted me. She instantly waved out and smiled. It had been less then a week yet it feels like a lifetime had passed and I missed my favorite side kick. We stood in the middle of the footpath and pulled each other into a tight embrace.

“You look different,” She announced loudly and as usual no filter because with her no fucks were given. I blushed slightly and stuttered,

“Ahhh I don’t think so,” I cringed internally while trying to smooth my reaction over.

“Yes you do! You don’t look tired. Being well rested looks good on you my friend,” Millie said, throwing an arm over my shoulder and leading me towards the cafe entrance.If only she knew I was not well rested and my body was aching from scorching hot sex last night with my teacher.

Mondaymorninghadrolledaround far too quickly. But all good things had to come to an end. Having a coffee date with Millie was the best way to end my weekend. I didn’t tell her about Cullen because no matter how much I trusted Millie, if word got out accidentally Cullen could lose his job and if that happened I could never live with myself. I hoped today we could act professional. Cullen may have even moved on from me by now. He was older and a lot more experienced so an immature young adult like me wouldn’t hold his attention for long. I bet he went home, had a drink and said cheers to himself for conquering one of his students. I got a sharp pain in my chest when that image floated through my head and my eyes burned with tears I was holding back.Maybe it was just an orgasm hangover? Sex hangover? I need to ride the roller coaster of orgasm longing and find a new horse to mount?I giggled to myself at my theories and left my apartment and put a barrier over my anxiety and hoped I could play it cool in our psychology class this morning.

Claire and Kyan were exchanging a heated conversation at the back of the classroom as I quietly slipped through the door. I peaked up to the front of the room and noted that Cullen wasn't in class yet. Did I feel relief or anguish at that? I wasn’t entirely sure. I slipped into my usual seat beside my classmates waiting for them to greet me but they were still locked into their argument. Whatever it was about it didn’t look good. Claire had tears in her eyes and Kyans face was full of regret. I decided I would ask Claire about that later. The students in front of us went quiet and I looked up to see why and that is when Cullen walked into the classroom. I looked at him the entire time he made his way to his desk waiting for him to look in my direction and give me that cheeky smirk but he didn’t. In fact, he looked angry. His movements were rigid and tense. Maybe something happened over the weekend to him. I will have to ask him later. Cullen got started on the days lecture, never once looking in my direction but showing his other students the normal amount of attention he would usually show them. My heart sank more and more as the lesson went on and I missed all the important parts of the lecture because I was lost in my own lonely thoughts. Claire and Kyan were silent beside me too and when I glanced over at Claire’s text book it looked like she had done as much work as I had. Next to none.

The lesson was up and all the students upped and left. I threw my books into my bag planning to boost out of the classroom quickly and tail them to the cafeteria. As I made my way towards the door his voice stopped me in place.

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