The teacher of nothing, p.13
The Teacher of Nothing, page 13
“You brought her home,” Hugo says, brows furling as he goes into lawyer mode. “That’s something. You don’t ever bring women home.”
“Maybe because every time I do, someone in my family steals them away!”
Hugo’s eyes narrow. “You slept with Neena once. You told me you didn’t even like her.”
“I didn’t. Jesus. I didn’t mean it that way.” I spear my fingers through my hair, messing it up. “You dating Neena after I was done with her is not the same thing as Dad stealing my girlfriend. Fuck. I know it’s different. I’m just in a pissy mood, unfairly taking it out on you.”
He relaxes and nods. “I’d be pissy too if those two showed up while I was getting laid. What a buzzkill.”
“You have no idea.” I gesture in the air. “Where’s Spencer?”
“Who the hell knows. We got into an argument earlier about Neena, actually.”
“She finally called?”
“No. Her cell is still turned off. I accused Spencer of running her off.”
“Well, he did, didn’t he?”
“That’s beside the point. Neena left. Whether Spencer was the catalyst or not doesn’t matter. He’s still here with me and I took her side.”
“Have you contacted her ex-husband or Aubrey?”
“I haven’t spoken to Aubrey since she left to go live with her dad. And me and Tony aren’t exactly on speaking terms.”
“Does he even know his ex-wife is missing?”
“She’s not missing,” Hugo growls. “She’s just throwing a tantrum.”
Neena is known for trying to manipulate those around her. Hence why I fucked her once years ago and wasn’t interested in a round two. Somehow, she got her claws in Hugo after that and got him to put a ring on her finger.
“What if she’s hurt?”
Hugo laughs. “Her credit cards aren’t hurt. She’s been buying shit left and right. If I didn’t have a daily bill from Neiman Marcus, I’d be worried.”
“You know you’re going to have to square things away with your wife before this town gets wind of it. If they know you two are separated, it’ll taint your campaign. Worse if they think she’s hurt or missing and you’re doing nothing about it.”
“I know. I’ll fix it. I always do. Just…keep Dad happy. If this chick is just a piece of ass, then be more discreet. Our family likes to meddle, but soon, we’ll have the entire town meddling in our affairs. The last thing we need for the campaign is for it to get out that my brother, the friendly neighborhood high school statistics teacher, is a manwhore.”
She is so much more than a piece of ass, but I can’t tell him that. I’d come here, wanting to speak to my brother and get some advice. Instead, I’m meeting with Political Park. Anything I admit at this point will be twisted into me trying to sabotage his campaign.
“I’ll be more discreet,” I assure him.
“What did you need, anyway? Did Gemma and Jamie rattle you that much?”
“Nothing. Just wanted to vent. I’m good now.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah, man. Can I ask you a question, though?”
“Always.”
“How did you know with Cassidy?”
“That I wanted to marry her and have her demon spawn?”
I chuckle. “Yeah, that.”
“It was love at first fuck. I felt like I might die if I wasn’t with her. Her pussy was magic.”
“You were hypnotized by pussy?”
“Absolutely.”
“It didn’t last very long,” I remind him. “How long did it take for the spell to wear off?”
“She left me for Guy Sellers. The dude has a comb-over.”
“Sellers is also fucking loaded.”
“All it took was seeing his white, hairy rich ass in my bed. Spell officially broken.”
The Park men are cursed when it comes to love. I’m pretty sure of that.
“A lot of questions for someone ‘not serious,’” Hugo says, a knowing glint in his eyes. “Sounds like your woman has a bit of the pussy magic, too.”
He has no idea.
“I took her virginity tonight,” I admit. “It was pretty goddamn magical.”
His brow hikes. “A virgin? Seems like you got yourself a young one, too.”
I shrug off his imploring gaze, not willing to admit anything on that front.
“For fuck’s sake,” he mutters. “You should see your face right now. You are in love.”
I don’t confirm or deny it.
I’ve already said too much.
Willa
The house is quiet when I arrive. I’m not sure what I’d expected, but this wasn’t it. Not complete silence and a dark house.
I’m alone.
Again.
A shot of anger shoots up my spine and makes my head grow hot. If Mom cares so much about my well-being and where I’m at, why isn’t she here now?
She wants to talk about my “behavior” according to her text. As if that statement didn’t come directly from Darren’s mouth. I hate how he’s turned her into a robot.
I should have stayed at Callum’s. At least then, Mom would have something to worry about. My heart clenches at the thought of him.
God.
Tonight was perfect. He was perfect.
Like any girl, I imagined my first time with a man and how it would go. In my fantasies, the man was gentle and loving. Callum was more than I could have ever dreamed of. He not only gave me incredible pleasure, but he took care of me every step of the way.
I’ve never felt so wanted or needed by anyone.
For once, I felt like I held power over my life.
I let out a heavy sigh and then make my way to my bedroom. After shedding my clothes, I start the shower and step under the hot spray. I’m not exactly eager to wash Callum off my body, but it’s a cruel reminder of what I had to leave in order to be here.
I’m so sore.
I still can’t believe we had sex.
This whole thing doesn’t even seem real. If you told me a week ago that tonight I would sleep with my statistics teacher, I’d think you were insane. Now, I can’t ever imagine myself being with anyone else.
After an entirely too long shower where I replayed every second in Callum’s bed in my mind, I turn off the shower and grab a towel. I’ve barely wrapped the towel around my body and tied it so it’ll stay on when I get the creepy sensation that I’m not alone.
The hairs on my arms stand on end and my heart ricochets inside my chest.
“Hello?” I call out, voice hoarse. “Anyone here?”
Complete silence.
I swallow down my nerves and walk over to my dresser. Again, I get the unnerving feeling that someone is watching me.
“You’re fucking Park.”
A squeak escapes me as I whirl around to face the voice. Levi is sitting on the floor on the far side of my bed, back against the wall. How long has he been sitting there?
“Get out of my room!” I shriek, clutching onto the towel and pointing at the door. “Now!”
He roams his gaze down my body and then licks his lips. “Don’t be like that, sis.”
Gross. I could vomit. I hate him so much.
“Now, Levi.”
“That’s where you were, right? Because you weren’t at the library like you claim. I went back to see and you were gone.”
“It’s not my fault if you don’t know how to navigate a library. I was there.”
“Liar.”
“I don’t know what you want me to say,” I hiss, yanking underwear and pajamas from my drawer. “I was there.”
Since he won’t leave, I storm to the bathroom to dress in peace. I don’t get the door closed before he’s muscling his way inside. He grabs hold of my jaw and pushes me against the cabinet door. I cry out in surprise.
“You weren’t.” He cocks his head to the side. “Was it Dempsey or Spencer? Or both?”
“Fuck you.”
He pushes his knee between my thighs and brings his nose to mine. “You can lie all you want, but I know you weren’t there.”
Fear has my voice locked up and tears burning in my eyes. I was careless in thinking I was alone. Levi is always lurking nearby. I should have known better.
“I’m going to find out which one,” Levi says, eyes narrowing. “Either way, you’re fucked when Dad finds out.”
“There’s nothing to find out.”
“I’m not an idiot, Willa. I know they invited you to their party.”
“I’m not going.”
“I’ll believe that when I see it.”
Lifting my chin, I meet his stare. “I’m not. I have a friend staying over.”
His brow lifts. “You don’t have friends, aside from the ones you’re fucking.”
“Gemma.” I blurt it out before I can stop myself. “Gemma is staying over.”
Crap. So much for keeping it a secret.
He gapes at me, and for a moment, I’m awarded a high for catching him off guard. It only lasts a second before his lips curl into a sinister smile. “Dad is going to flip his shit.”
“What? Why?”
“You really are clueless,” he says in a mocking tone. “She’s still a Park. I wouldn’t let Dad know which family she comes from if I were you. You’re already on his shit list.”
“What’s up with this lawsuit anyway?”
“Dad’s representing someone suing Theo Park. Something to do with Park Mountain Lodge. I don’t know the details, but he’s going to be pissed if you bring one of them into this house. It could jeopardize his case. Conflict of interest and all that.”
“Might as well tattle on me now,” I spit out.
“Tattle?” He laughs. “Nah, I like having this information to hold against you. Who knows what I could make you do in exchange for my silence?”
“Are you done being an asshole? I’d like to shower. Again. Because you disgust me.”
He steps back but doesn’t release my jaw. Almost like a lover would do, he caresses my bottom lip with his thumb. I’m inclined to bite it, but I’m not looking to get rabies since he’s a vile dog.
“I have my eye on you, little sis. Always.”
“I’m not your sister and go fuck yourself.”
His grin is wolfish. “I will go fuck myself. Maybe I’ll go watch one of the videos where I had my fingers in you as you slept. That never ceases to get me hard.”
I think he’s bluffing, but I still shudder in horror. “Get the hell away from me.”
Finally, he leaves, taking his cloying cloud of smugness with him. I slam the bathroom door shut behind him and lock it. Falling to my ass, I hug my knees to my chest and let loose a sob.
You’re going to be okay, Willa.
You’re not alone this time.
Images of Callum flitter through my mind, giving me the safe place I need until I can gather my strength to stand again.
One day, I can leave.
It won’t be soon enough.
Me: Black.
Callum: Your favorite color is Black?
Me: Stop giving me crap and pay attention in class.
Callum: The student is now the teacher?
Me: Yes. Obey me.
I stifle a giggle, trying to imagine the look on Callum’s face as he reads those words.
Callum: I really, really want to punish you for that comment.
Me: Punish? Do tell.
Callum: I should keep you after class when I see you later, but I don’t know if I can wait that long.
My heart rate quickens.
Me: Do you want to meet in the bathroom?
Callum: So eager to get spanked…
Me: I think I can use my mouth to get out of my punishment. Maybe that’s what I’m so eager for.
Callum: My cock is hard as a rock right now. I’m lecturing from my desk because of you.
Me: How can you lecture and text at the same time?
Callum: I’m a man of many talents. You know this. You’ve had your pussy on my face.
Heat floods through me. Sexting with Callum Park is so hot. Too hot to be doing while at school. I’m not sure how he’s managing during his lecture.
Me: I don’t know that I can wait until later to see you.
It’s the truth. And more than just sexual. I’ve been wanting to tell him about Levi. Ever since last night when he showed up in my bedroom, I’ve been anxious. He grows more and more brazen as time passes.
Callum: Meet me in the copy room.
Me: Now?
Callum: Yes. I have copies to make. I’m giving the class busy work.
Me: See you in five.
I walk to the front of the classroom and excuse myself from class. Since I never leave class, the teacher barely bats an eyelash. The halls are empty and my shoes squeak loudly on the linoleum. My heart is in my throat. It feels reckless to be meeting up with Callum in the middle of the day, but I need to see him.
The copy room is empty when I peek inside. I make sure no one is coming before slipping inside. Leaning against the machine, I cross my arms over my chest, waiting for my man to arrive.
My man.
A silly grin teases my lips.
The doorknob twists and I suck in a deep breath. My stomach clenches. What if it’s not him? How will I explain being in here? I exhale with a swoosh when Callum enters the small room. He’s so much larger in this tiny space.
“Callum,” I murmur before flinging myself into his arms.
His palms find my ass and he lifts me up. I wrap my legs around his waist and crash my lips to his. He tastes like cinnamon.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” he growls against my mouth. “So much.”
I finger the hair at his nape and nod. “Missed you too.”
He swivels us around and presses my back to the door, settling his hard cock against my pussy. I dig my heels into his ass so I can control the movement of my body, doing my best to grind against him.
“Quit that,” he commands. “Or I’m going to come right now.”
“Maybe I want you to come.”
“We’re here for punishment, not fun.”
My heart trips over itself. I’m such a sucker for his brand of punishment.
“What are you going to do to me?” I ask, voice breathy and lust-filled.
“Spank you, of course.” He eases me to my feet. “Turn around and push your jeans down to your knees.”
A thrill of pleasure shoots through me. “This is so inappropriate, Mr. Park. Shouldn’t you just give me detention?”
His nostrils flare. “I’ll do as I goddamn well please, Miss Reyes. Now show me your pretty peach.”
I turn around and fumble with my button. I’m nearly desperate to get my jeans down. I start to pull my panties down too, but he swats at my hand.
“Leave them on. I don’t want you getting any funny ideas,” he rumbles. “Like that your teacher might get distracted and fuck you. This is pure punishment.”
“You could be quick,” I taunt. “No one would even know if you did it.”
He grabs hold of the material and tugs them upward. My panties are dragged between my ass cheeks nearly to the point of pain. He palms one of the bare cheeks before giving it a hard smack.
“You’re not in charge here, Miss Reyes. I am. Keep your dick sucking lips closed or I’ll be forced to punish those as well.”
I lean my cheek against the door and push my ass toward him. He rewards me with smack after smack. They’re not painful, but over and over again, the flesh begins to burn. Just when I don’t think I can take any more, he slides a hand to my front, seeking out my clit. The pleasure is dizzying. I bite down on my bottom lip, barely suppressing a moan. His lips find the side of my neck and he sucks me hard while he fingers me into oblivion.
“Oh, God,” I whimper. “That feels so…”
My words trail off as my orgasm nearly sweeps me off my feet. The world tilts and whirls around me. He waits until I’ve come down from my high before he pulls his fingers away. I’m a boneless mess, satisfied to let him right my underwear and pull up my jeans. Once I’m put back together again, he turns me around and plants a wet kiss on my lips.
“You’re the most perfect goddamn girl on the planet, sweetheart. I’m going insane for you and I don’t give a damn.” He leans his forehead against mine. “Keep it up and I’m going to keep you forever.”
“Promise?”
He kisses me hard, letting me feel the promise in his unspoken word. Callum Park wants me. Really, really wants me. Not for some quick fuck, but forever.
“I have to tell you something,” I murmur. “It’s probably stupid, but I don’t have anyone else to share these things with.”
“Oh no, did you get a B in one of your classes?”
His teasing is so youthful and sweet, I nearly give in and ignore what I wanted to tell him in order to preserve his good mood.
“It’s about Levi,” I admit.
This sobers him up. He transforms from playfully smiling to glaring. “Did he hurt you?”
“Not exactly, no. He just scared me.”
Callum’s teeth grind together noisily. If he keeps it up, he’s going to crack them. “Go on.”
So, I tell him the story of him waiting in my room after my shower, his hunting me down at the library, and then the manhandling. By the time I finish, Callum is seething.
“I’m going to fucking kill that piece of shit.”
I grab hold of his tie, pulling him closer to me. “You can’t. He’s seventeen. You’re his teacher. I can handle him for now.”
“For now,” he growls. “But what happens when you no longer can?”
It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask if I can come live with him and then I wouldn’t have to worry about Levi anymore. But then I think about Mom. All alone with those two freaks.
“I’ll let you know if he does it again,” I promise. “We can decide what to do then.”
“You’ll tell me if he so much as looks at you wrong?”
“Yes. No secrets between us. You’re my…”
The fury fades and he smirks. “Your what?”
“Boyfriend.” My face blazes with heat, a sudden unsureness settling in my bones. “Right?”
He kisses me sweetly on the lips. “Yeah, sweetheart, I’m your boyfriend if you want to get technical. And you? You’re my everything.”
