Page 9 of Come Here and Kiss Me

She said something about daddy issues…

I keep the remark to myself. Not because I don't want to piss him off, but more because I wouldn’t put it past him to record the conversation to fuck me over with it. The Chambers can’t be trusted, and now I’m supposedly engaged to one.

I clench my jaw at the thought. For years, I’ve wanted her, and the one night I fall prey to her charm, it’s fucking recorded. There’s no chance this is a coincidence.

Without a response, he gets back to the issue at hand, wanting to destroy my life and get me fired. “You fucked a student, and you won’t?—”

“I fucked my future wife,” I interject, wanting the upper hand. Tension rises in my shoulders.

“There are forms and protocols when relationships…” He starts as if he’s found a loophole.

“I have yet to send them, but I have time,” I inform him. I’m certain the forms need to be filed within months. She’s just transferred, and the semester starts next week. “I have time,” I repeat.

“This is a crock of shit, and you and I both know it,” he bites out, his patience wearing thin. There’s also a hint of defeat in his tone.

“I believe we all have a vested interest in our private lives staying private,” I tell him with an arched eyebrow and determined stance.

“Who sent the video?”

“I don’t know.”

“Who took it?” he questions, anger rolling through his shoulders.

“I don’t know.”

“You fucking did it, you lying prick,” he accuses.

I bite my tongue, knowing I’m the one whose career will end if anything happens. My shoulders are tight, my muscles coiled as I inform him that I will let him know once I discover who violated my privacy.

I nearly say “who violated your daughter,” but again, I bite my tongue for the sake of my tenure.

“Do I need to remind you that I’m a professor of law at your university? My lawyers are already on it. I took care of that this morning.” There will be multiple meetings, and lawyers talking to lawyers. It could be months, but I will find out. I’ll know, and they’ll fucking pay. Only then can this facade of matrimony be laid to rest.

“When exactly did the two of you decide to get married?” he continues the interrogation.

“Last week,” I spit the lie out quickly.

“What are the odds that your story and my daughter’s story will match?”

“What are the odds that she’s talking to you?” I retort, pushing back for the first time.

“She will… if she wants her trust fund. Unless she no longer needs it.I assume since the two of you are getting married.Fifty-fifty?” he goads.

I think about telling him just how well I’ve done at taking care of his daughter, but a flash of someone’s suit walking by the open door brings me back to the present moment.

“We discussed a prenup … specifically not having one.Although none of this is the concern of the board or to you.”

He rises, and I half expect him to flip the damn table, but instead, he adjusts his tie and keeps his voice even as he threatens me, “Keep your fucking hands off my daughter, or I’ll destroy you. Your family.Your name will be a curse in every business and academic circle.” The sharpness of his blue eyes and the disgust that coats his tone are ones I’m familiar with.

All the fucked-up responses rebound in the back of my mind.I think about telling him how it’s her hands that were all over me, and that’s why I tied them up.

Instead, I offer him a pressed smile. “Have a good week, Dean Chambers.”

I walk to the door with only thoughts of Brooklyn’s gorgeous body and what I plan to do with it in my mind.“I know I will.”

With that, I exit the room with my lie fueling the fire of what is still to come between us all.

CHAPTER4

---