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“I find it hard to believe I could forget a truly beautiful face such as yours.” Flattery gets you most places. I’ve discovered that when it comes to women.
“To be honest, I think it’s more I’ve seen you, not the other way round.” She extends her hand. “Nice to meet you. I’m Amy, although my students tend to call me Ms. Banksy.” Her smirk suggests that it’s obvious from my expression that I’ve now twigged on who she is.
“Ahh, yes, Ms. Banksy, the one who teaches economics. I can’t say I have seen you around Hawksview much. However, I do now remember briefly seeing you on my first day when I was having a tour of the College.” I smile, grasping her hand and shaking it. Her addictive smile reappears as she casually flicks her hair over her shoulder.
“It is a pleasure to meet you officially, Mr. Stiles.”
“Ah, please call me Bohdi.” I rise to my feet, grabbing my nearly empty bottle. “Can I get you another?” I gesture toward her almost empty glass.
“Please. Vodka and sprite.”
Once I bring our drinks back to the table, we get chatting and she tells me about her experience working at Hawksview. She describes the area and goes on expressing her passion for her job. Our drinks flow, and it becomes quite apparent after a few drinks she is flirting with me. The way her gaze flicks down to my lips when I bring the beer bottle to my mouth and take a sip. The way she throws her head back dramatically laughing while laying her hand on top of my arm. I track her long slender neck as she throws her head back for probably the sixth time now, laughing at something that wasn’t even that funny, but I don’t care. I have no qualms about fucking a colleague. This is exactly what I need, to get lost in a tight wet pussy and try to forget about the shit show that was today. Despite that, I can’t shake the slight sense of worry I have about leaving Brayden there with that fucked up guy who lives a few trailers down.
“Did you want to get out of here?” Amy studies me with suggestive fuck me eyes, hinting at her desire. As I’m about to reply, my attention is drawn to something at the bar entrance. When I glance at the door, I see Brayden, Kal, and Trayton.
Fuck.
Without noticing me, they walk through the pub and head straight for the bar. How the fuck are they buying drinks? They’re nineteen. My old man thoughts make me inwardly groan. I was drinking at sixteen, for fuck’s sake.
Amy breaks me out of the moment with her questioning voice, saying, “Bohdi.”
“Yes, sorry. How about we finish these drinks and go back to my place?” I give her my signature smile that the woman can rarely say no to and let my gaze move slowly over her figure. When my gaze connects with hers, her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes are hooded. It’s clear what she’s thinking based on her squirming in her seat.
I can’t wait to see her mile long legs hanging over my shoulders while I slide into her. My dick takes note while I pick up my bottle, downing the rest in one. She’s already risen from her chair.
“I’ll be back in a second.” I quickly go to the toilet, but on my return, I crash into a solid shoulder.
“Shit, sorry, man.” As soon as I meet the eyes of the person. I internally groan.
“Trayton.” I greet him smugly. He peeks over his shoulder and then to the sides, his eyes widen in a frantic search for an escape route.
“Sir,” he winces, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck.
Raising an eyebrow, I inquire, “Are we having a good night?” I want to see him squirm for a second, as if I’m about to call him out for being here, but I’m not. We’ve all been young.
“Yeah, chilling with my older brother, you know, catching up,” his lie slips off his tongue effortlessly, leaving me slightly amazed.
“Uh-huh. Sure.” I slap his shoulder playfully as I walk past, smirking.
“Stay safe and have a good night, Trayton.” I gesture toward him, and he nods in bewilderment. Despite knowing he’s lying; nothing can stop me from enjoying my night with what awaits me at the table.
As I approach the bar, I suddenly freeze when I see Kal talking to a girl, but that’s not what’s baffling me. Brayden is kissing another guy. I observe their open mouths connecting and Brayden’s tall stature dominating the shorter, thinner person. His cap is on backward, tusks of dark brown hair peeking out of the sides.
I don’t know why I’m stunned he’s gay or bisexual. There was no reason for me to think otherwise. It just didn’t come to mind. I detest that I’m unable to break my stare away from them. Itrack the way Brayden controls the whole kiss; the guy is like his opponent on the ice. A small puppet that he controls. Brayden repositions himself to have the guy’s back facing me, firmly gripping his neck, and tilting his head to deepen the kiss.
Fucking move Bohdi. Walk away.
I experience a gulp in my throat as Brayden’s hand slides down, clasping onto the guy’s backside, and drawing him nearer. Understanding the exact reason. When you have that ache, you need to rub yourself just to get a slight release. Why am I thinking about Brayden being hard? How many drinks have I had?
As my eyes flicker up, the world freezes and I am still in shock, sucking in a sharp breath as Brayden, with his crystal eyes, which sparkle under the bright lights, continues to consume the guy while intensely staring directly at me. Without looking away, he tightens his grip on the guy’s throat. He’s a fucking trance. I can’t move my eyes, my brain screams at me too, but I can’t.
I’m just like one of his puppets, under his control.
No.
I’m his teacher.
His straight teacher.
