“Yes, I do,” he says in his deep growl. “This was never meant to happen. I acted irresponsibly, and now I have to fix it. These things aren’t things I would have cared about a few weeks ago. This would have been a nuisance, and nothing more. But since I met you, Katie, everything’s different,” he says, smiling wryly, finally reaching forward to touch me and cupping my face in his hand.
“You’ve completely torn down the walls I built for myself and changed all the rules. And I want to do better. I need to fix things with Jimmy, and I need to show up at this hearing tomorrow and make things right. Thank you. You’ve made me a better person,” he whispers. And he leans down and kisses me so lovingly and tenderly, that I feel the fight going out of me. The fight that had been building up like a bonfire within. The fight that was going to protest this decision.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers, pulling away. “I wanted to tell you in person. I wanted to see you one last time. I’m trying to do the right thing, but all this is new for me. You should go back to bed.” And with that, he turns and strides away from me, his figure melting into the darkness as he crosses the quiet, empty grounds. I don’t follow him, I don’t try to stop him, nor do I cry. But I’m trembling, stock still in the cold night air. I force myself to stand there as chill spreads up through my body before freezing my heart. Because all I am right now is numb shock, recent events piling up in my head and culminating in this sudden loss.
Jordan’s gone. The man whom I gifted my heart to. He’s left me, and he’s not coming back. Somehow I end up back in my narrow twin bed, but I don’t remember getting there. When I wake up the next morning, at first my mind is foggy, giving me the briefest glimpse of hope that maybe I dreamed the whole nightmare. But then it comes rushing back because I didn’t. And that’s not all. As I struggle to open my eyes, the weight of the world pressing on my chest, my phone rings.
I don’t recognize the number, but I answer anyways.
“Good morning Ms. Jones. This is Tilly McMahon calling from the Provost’s Office at Hudson University. I was wondering whether you would be able to come in to talk today?” I freeze. Because I’m not answering, Tilly continues, her voice serious now. “I strongly suggest you comply, Ms. Jones, as it will give you a chance to explain your side of the story. I think you’ll find it in your best interest.”
My side of the story. Oh god. This is about that video of me in Jordan’s limo - am I about to lose my scholarship? And as soon as the thought crosses my mind, I know it must be true. If Jordan, a billionaire donor, can be disciplined for sleeping with a student, then I can definitely be disciplined as a nobody who made a viral sex video. My stomach sinks, knowing things are about to get a whole lot worse.
Chapter 15
KATIE
In a daze, I get dressed in my most respectable outfit and head down to the financial aid office to meet the Provost. I sit silently in her office, listening to the old lady drone on. Evidently, they can no longer fund my scholarship because of recent events.
“It’s not just that you slept with a major donor while a student at our institution,” the Provost explains, while the Dean of Student Affairs looks on, “but the video evidence has become so trendworthy as to threaten Hudson University’s image. I hope you understand. We can’t let you tarnish the school’s reputation.”
I nod, feeling numb, and the Provost continues.
“Until this happened, you were an exemplary student, and we’ve taken that into account. We’ve decided to let you finish the school year, but as of the end of this term, your scholarship will be revoked,” she continues. I detect a hint pity in her voice. Panic starts flooding through me. The look on my face must be telling, because the Dean of Student Affairs shoots me a kind look.
“You’re not in trouble, Katie. You’re not being expelled,” she says. I turn to her, tears brimming in my eyes.
“But without the scholarship, you are effectively expelling me,” I say. “I can’t afford the tuition without it.”
“You should have thought about that before sleeping with Mr. Marks, and on school grounds in broad daylight, Ms. Jones,” says the Provost coldly. I’m speechless. I had been so focused on the issue of sleeping with my boyfriend’s dad, that I never even considered what our affair might mean in broader terms.
I sniffle and the two women share a look.
“Katie, there is one way we can make sure you keep your scholarship, but it would involve going down a different route,” the Dean says carefully.
“What? How? I’ll do it,” I promise, raising tear-stained eyes.
“There’s the matter of consent - if you felt Mr. Marks was taking advantage of you -”
“It was consensual,” I interrupt her.
“Well, if you were to suddenly remember that he’d forced you somehow, there could be a lot of money in it for you. In fact, it could save your scholarship,” she says reasonably, like flinging false accusations at the man I love is something I’d even consider. I stand abruptly. I’ve heard enough. I can’t believe they’re encouraging me to try and frame Jordan.
“Is there anything else?” I ask coldly. Both the Dean and the Provost shake their heads and I turn and leave, feeling the sobs building up in my throat. I storm out of the office and run down the hallway, turning a corner. And almost collide with the large bulk of a man in an impeccable suit. Oh god, it’s Jordan. What are the chances?
His eyes go wide with recognition as the two of us stand there for a moment, staring at each other. The grey of his suit brings out the blue of his eyes, the perfectly-cut fabric highlighting his muscular frame. Even through the shock of having lost my scholarship, I can still feel my body reacting to his presence. I long for him to take me in his arms and whisk me away somewhere.
“Katie,” he growls. “Are you okay? What happened?” I’m about to explain, but then tears start falling from my brimming eyes and streaming down my face. Through my tears, I can see Jordan’s expression of rage and helplessness at my emotion. But even though the corridor of the admin building is quiet, we’re not alone. He glances around and then takes me by the hand.
“Come on, let’s get out of here,” he says roughly, and I allow him to escort me from the building, not caring about being seen or talked about. As we cross the parking lot, I notice one or two people whispering and pointing at us, with one or two phrases that sound like “That’s Jimmy’s dad!” and “She’s been having an affair with Jimmy’s dad!” But I refuse to meet their gazes. Jordan’s hand is firmly and proudly around mine as he guides me across to his car. At least it’s not the limo this time. Instead, it’s a shiny black sedan.
I don’t even ask where Mr. Marks is taking me. Tears continue to leak down my face as we leave campus behind and speed along the highway. His hand is on my knee as he drives, a comfort in this time of crisis. Immediately, the tension in my heart begins to dissipate. With this man, I’m safe. All we need to do is get to wherever we’re going, and Jordan will make sure everything works out.
Before I know it, I’m standing back in the glass box in the sky, looking out at the city and beyond. The last time I was here, I felt immense happiness, quickly followed by a whole lot of confusion. I can’t believe that was only yesterday - it already feels like a lifetime ago.
“Jimmy isn’t here,” comes Jordan’s deep, gentle voice from behind me, his arms folding around my waist. “It’s just us.” Jordan sits down on the arm of the couch behind him, swiveling me to face him. He looks lovingly into my face, smoothing the tears from my cheeks with his thumbs. He’s so incredibly handsome, even more so when he wears this expression of endless love and patience as he looks at me. I know these emotions are especially for me. After all, Jordan’s the one who told me he’s normally a brute and only I have the power to civilize him.
“Now tell me what happened today,” he commands, those piercing blue eyes boring into me. I start sobbing then, finally allowing the events of the last twelve hours to flood over my frame. I’d been so numb
before and his words unleash it all.
“Why are you doing this?” I ask him through my tears. “Not twelve hours ago you told me we couldn’t see each other. You walked away. I thought I’d lost you. And now you sweep me into your arms like some rescuing prince?”
Jordan clenches his eyes shut.
“I know. I’m sorry. I just wanted to bring you somewhere safe where we could be alone,” he explains. “I met with the Board this morning, and it was a fucking joke. They have their panties in a twist for no reason,” he rasps.
But tears stream down my face in another torrent.
“What’s the matter?” he asks, not understanding. “I worked it all out with the board, Katie. I offered them another donation, and they took it. We can be together, don’t you see? That’s all it took. More money.”
But I’m still crying. “It’s not fair, Jordan,” I sob.
“Why not? Baby, what’s wrong?” he asks, frowning at me and caressing my wet cheeks.
“Because you basically get to walk away unscathed. By contrast, I got my scholarship revoked,” I sob. His eyes go wide with surprise.
“What? How?” he asks incredulously.
“The video, Jordan,” I blurt, “I can’t afford Hudson without financial aid.” And as tears stream down my face, I explain everything to the billionaire. Jordan’s silent, but his rage is palpable. I watch his eyes flash dangerously, that firm jaw clenching, and sense the adrenaline coursing through his body. He’s holding himself back from total destruction. He’s forcing himself to sit still and listen until I’m finished.
“This is fucked up,” he growls after I’m done. “It’s totally fucking fucked up sweetheart, and I’m putting a stop to it.” I look up at him, blinking, my vision blurry from the tears.
My lover surprises me suddenly by grinning. “Baby, don’t you get it?” he continues. “I give millions to Hudson University, and a good chunk of it goes to scholarships and financial aid. Let them revoke your scholarship,” he snorts. “Who the fuck cares? I was already paying for it indirectly. Let me pay for it directly, now.” He’s grinning at me like a little boy who’s had a stroke of genius. “Well? What do you say?”
But I’m speechless. Can I allow this? And if I did, how dependent would I be on him for the next three years? What if he decides to leave me? What if he tires of me? It was one thing to see Jordan turn his back and walk away yesterday, when I knew he was trying to do the right thing. But to see him walk away from me like that for real would kill me. As if he can guess my thoughts, the billionaire cups my face in his hands and leans his forehead against mine.
“Katie, I love you. Please,” he rasps. “Let me take care of this. Let me take care of you. Let me fix this.” I slide my hands up his torso in response, feeling those washboard abs through his shirt. “Do you love me?” he rasps.
“Yes, Jordan,” I murmur while tears bring in my eyes. “I love you.”
“Then let me look after you, Katie,” he rasps. “Please.” Relief courses through my body. It’s relief at knowing I was right, that I could trust this man, and that I should love him. That even though everything almost went over a cliff, I had still been right to give myself to this male wholly.
So taking a deep breath, I smile, radiant with happiness.
“Yes, Jordan,” I say simply. “I love you.” The billionaire’s eyes flare deep within those blue depths and he bends down to kiss me, his hands raking through my curls. Instantly, my body is ready for him, hot and needy. But he lifts me up in his strong arms like I weigh nothing, making me giggle.
“What are you doing?” I murmur as he carries me across the lounge and down the hall.
“What I’ve been wanting to do since the day I met you,” he growls in my ear, and I let myself be carried past the ballroom and mezzanine, down the corridor where we discovered Jimmy’s secret, and towards where he’d been leading me before we got distracted yesterday. I keep my hands wrapped around his neck, kissing his stubbled jaw, as he carries me all the way to the end of the corridor. And we enter a room that’s obviously his private living quarters: the master bedroom with an en suite bathroom. But I don’t have much of a chance to take in my new surroundings, because Jordan lays me on the bed and immediately starts undressing. Realizing I’m finally going to see him fully naked, I watch raptly.
Grinning down at me, he shrugs off his suit jacket, then starts unbuttoning his shirt. My eyes follow his hands as they, one by one, open the buttons down his torso, confirming my suspicions: Jordan has a body like a god. He throws off his shirt, revealing a broad, strong chest and the washboard abs I felt through his shirt before. His skin is smooth and tanned, with a trail of black hair that disappears into his belt. Which he’s now unfastening. As he lowers his boxers and pants, he reveals that long, thick cock, already hard and pulsing. It bounces back up as it’s released from its confines, the tip glistening with a pearl of pre-cum. I can feel my pussy clench at the sight. He laughs suddenly, and I realize I’m panting with need.
“Your turn,” he says, his voice thick with desire. He’s walking over to me with that massive tool bobbling in the air. Oh god, I want it so bad, my mouth going dry. He takes me by the hand and helps me to my feet, but everything feels like cotton wool. We’ve had sex before, and yet I’m trembling like it’s the first time. Maybe it’s because we’re in such an intimate setting this time, or maybe it’s because the connection between us has only become deeper and more intense. But I want him desperately, and it feels right to finally consummate our love out in the open, as a man and his woman.
Chapter 16
JORDAN
“I want you to do it,” I say to her, my cock hovering tight and heavy in my lap. Her big brown eyes are fixed on mine as she nods slightly. Katie’s suddenly shy, like we’ve never had made love before, and it turns me on. She’s my precious vixen, innocent yet sexy at once. I watch her small hands struggle with the straps on her dress, and when she unzips it and lets it fall to the floor, that curvy form takes my breath away.
The lingerie she’s wearing is red and lacy, which is really fucking hot. Her double D’s are held up and together by lace stopping just above her nipples, and the thought of slipping my tongue into the cups and licking those hard peaks makes my cock jerk and begin to leak.
“You’re so beautiful, sweetheart,” I say hoarsely. She blushes, but her innocence only makes her more irresistible. The red lace covering her pussy won’t be there long, but I’m not ready to rip them off just yet. I want to see her from behind, the way I’d imagined what her ass would look like when I first saw her walking towards me in the restaurant.
“Come here,” I whisper to her, holding my hand out to her. She puts her palm in mine and I pull her gently over to me where I’m sitting on the edge of the bed. My cock is sticking up vertically between us as I shift her closer to me, and kiss that lush pout.
“Mmm,” she moans, always so responsive.
“You taste good, sweetheart,” I rasp. “Always.”
I reach around her back and unclip her bra, feeling the heaviness of her huge tits fall into my hands. Instinctively, her hands go to my rod and she moans into my mouth while we kiss, reveling in how hard and huge it is.
“Oh Jordan,” she sighs as she pulls away. “I want you so deep inside me.” This makes my cock jerk in her hand and she starts squeezing it gently, forcing a groan from deep inside my chest. Oh shit, she’s milking me and the pre-cum oozing from the tip is proof of my arousal.
“Slow, baby girl,” I moan hoarsely, putting my hand on top of hers. “Otherwise I’m gonna blow way too soon.”
She looks up at me with a coy smile. “Oh really?” And with one last squeeze, the girl leans down and licks my tip before coming back up to show me the pool of semen on her tongue. Oh fuck. This woman is going to be the death of me, and I feel that familiar urge to own her curvy body completely. Yet this time, I want something else as well. There’s a cherry that hasn’t been popped yet, and it’s time to claim
it as mine.
“Katie,” I rasp. “Are you ready, baby girl? There’s something I want to try with you.” I can barely keep my voice steady from excitement. She looks up at me, batting her eyelashes innocently, those full lips forming a perfect O as she’s wondering what I’ll be asking of her. I know I could get her to do anything, but I need to be careful. She might not be up for this.
“What Mr. Marks?” she asks demurely. I stand up then, pulling that curvy form up with me before swiveling her around and pushing her down so that her hands are braced on the edge of the bed.
“I’ll show you. And if you don’t like it, just tell me to stop at any time, and I will, okay?” I say, my heart pounding in my chest. My balls are so fucking tight already with anticipation. She nods, and wiggles her ass at me, as if tempting the beast. Fuck. She has no idea what’s coming. Her back is arched, her huge ass sticking up at me, the red lace of her panties stretched across the roundness with a patch of wetness at the crotch.
“Your cunt smells so good, sweetheart,” I growl, my hands roaming her curves. Suddenly overcome with an urge to see her pussy from this angle, I pull her panties aside to reveal the soft folds, glistening with cream. The lips of her plush little slit are pressed together, swollen and needy.
“Mmm,” she moans. “What are you going to do to me?”
“I’m trying to decide,” I growl, which makes her arch her back, taunting me a bit. Pushing my cock through these wet lips and into her tight cunt would be heaven, but I have other plans. Still, I can’t resist getting at least a little bit of this perfectly ripe, juicy fruit.
Getting on my knees behind her makes her moan with anticipation. I run my finger down the velvety folds, slippery with pussy juice. She shivers, and I decide to put her out of her misery. Leaning forward, I lick her cunt from her clit up to her wet hole, dipping my tongue in. She moans, arching her back again, and I continue licking her, lapping up her juices and making her wild. My cock tenses so hard and taut it’s almost painful, which is perfect for what I’m about to do.
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