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Sitting back, I watched Sakura crouch down to pick up her clothes that were littered around the floor. Her straight black hair that had slipped out of her braided pigtails fell into her face, covering her huge doe eyes that had been glazed over with lust for the past thirty minutes.
After blowing out a deep breath and cursing myself for what I had done, I tucked my bloody cock back into my suit pants and vowed to clean it up later in the shower. I would be home alone for the next week at least. It wouldn’t just be a shower.
Once Sakura smoothed out her skirt, she swung her backpack over her shoulders and glanced down at the ground. “I, um …” She looked back up at me and tucked some hair behind her ear. “Does this mean that my detention is off my record?”
I drew my tongue across my teeth, hungry to have another taste of her. Never once in my life had I believed I’d write a student up just to get what I wanted, but here we were, with her juices all over my cock.
“Do you want it to be, Miss Sato?” I asked, strumming my fingers across my thigh.
She sucked in a sharp breath, cheeks flushing. “What if … what if I say no?”
A low chuckle escaped my throat, and I stood. “I’d expect you to be here tomorrow too.”
Like I had already told her not to, Sakura pressed her thighs together and then chewed on the inside of her cheek. “Please make the detention go away,” she whispered. “I don’t want it on my transcript, but I want …”
She fastened her hands around her book bag straps and held them tightly, staring at the ground again and sucking in a breath so sharp that it sounded more like a squeak. I raised my brow at her and stepped closer, looking down at her.
“You want what?” I asked.
“Nothing.” She shook her head and hurried to the door. “Nothing. I just, uh …” Instead of slamming the door open and hurrying out of the classroom, Sakura stood at the door with her back turned to me. “You made me feel so good, Mr. Avery.”
And then, without another word, she raced out of the classroom and down the hall.
“Fuck,” I grunted, shaking my head and briefly shutting my eyes.
What I had done was beyond wrong. What I had done could get me banned from teaching forever. What I had done went against every single one of my standards, of my principles, of my values.
But fuck morals.
One day, I would leave that bitch of a wife and finally be fucking happy.
With someone who actually gave a fuck about my job; about the books that I had this class read, learn, and understand; about me. Whether they cared for the right reasons or the wrong ones—like Sakura—they would care.
I grabbed my messenger bag, swept through the classroom to ensure all evidence of what had happened vanished, and then locked up my classroom for the night. The janitor wheeled his trash can through the halls, nodding at me once I passed.
As I exited the building, Sakura sped down the road, away from the school and toward the commercial section of Redwood. From behind me, someone snatched my shoulder and yanked me backward.
I ripped myself away, twirled around, and grabbed him by the front of the shirt, shoving him against the brick building. Gunther stood there, plastered to the fucking wall with his teeth gritted together.
When I realized that it was him, I growled and released him. I didn’t have fucking time for an annoying shithead like him. It was bad enough I had him in my class, flirting with Sakura while all I could do was watch.
He wouldn’t bother me during off hours.
“What the fuck did you do to Sakura?” he asked.
“I released you from detention,” I said, turning around. “You should have left.”
“She just ran out of the building. What did you do to her?”
With fury licking at every last one of my nerves, I spun back around and clenched my jaw. “Why the fuck do you care, Gunther?” I gritted out, pissed off at this man who interrupted every one of my classes.
Gunther scoffed, stepped past me, and shoved his shoulder against mine.
I seized his shoulder and slammed him back against the building. “You’re not going fucking anywhere until you understand two things. Don’t touch me again, and don’t you dare try to weasel your way into my business. You know what I do outside of school, the people I’m connected to.”
Jaw tight, he glared at me. “No, I don’t.”
Back-talking me like a fucking prick.
He knew who I worked for outside of Redwood, the shit I had done with the mob. And this fucking kid wanted to test me.
“Do you want to find out?” I growled.
After glaring at me for another moment, he ripped himself away and leaped down the stairs with that stupid-as-fuck skateboard. When he landed on the sidewalk, he threw it down and skated off Redwood property.
I grumbled to myself and walked toward the staff parking lot, pulling my jacket together to shield myself from the crisp fall wind. Most cars had vanished from the teacher and student lots.
A blue Ferrari F8 sat alone in the student lot with none other than Blaise Harleen—Georgina’s brother’s kid and my idiot nephew—sitting in the passenger seat with Vera Rodriguez, a straight-A student, in his lap.
Opening my car door, I tossed my messenger bag inside it and slid into the car, knowing that I could use whatever that was against Blaise if I needed to blackmail him into doing something for me.
And that something would be getting rid of Gunther.