Free Professor Cline: Redeemed (Professor #2) by J. M. La Rocca

because of that girl, isn’t it? The one from the night at the fundraiser. I saw the way you were looking at her and the way she was looking at you. Are you fucking your student?”
    I closed my eyes and breathed in through my nose. One, two, three, four, five. I will not throw this glass against the wall and scream in her face to get the fuck out.
    I knew she was trying to retaliate.
    “Again, Rachel, why does it matter who I’m fucking?” I moved until I was a few inches away from her. “You knew what you were getting yourself into when you allowed me to stick my dick in your pussy. I warned you that this wouldn’t go anywhere. I’m sorry John’s not keeping you satisfied at home, but this is no longer working for me.” I walked away from her and set my glass on the bar, then turned to see her narrowed gaze fixed on me.
    Her mouth was set in a tight line, and I could see the tension rolling off her body. I expected her to blow up, yell or something, but that wasn’t what I received. The last thing I expected was to see a single tear rolling down her face.
    “You really don’t care, do you?” She turned her head and wiped away her stray tear.
    I felt the smallest amount of remorse. I should never have let the kind of relationship we’d had carry on for so long. I knew she was getting attached, but instead of breaking it off, I kept it going. In my mind, it was my way of getting one up on John. The fact that his fiancé was coming to me for pleasure meant he wasn’t man enough to do it himself.
    It was twisted, but everything in my life was twisted in one way or another. I just kept adding to that pile.
    “I wish I could say I did. You were just a convenience for me, and if admitting that makes me an asshole, then so be it. But just remember, you’re the one who kept coming back for more when you knew it was just a fuck for me.”
    She scoffed as she walked to the couch to retrieve her bag then turned to face me.
    “You know, John’s right. You’ll never amount to anything because you’re not man enough to step up to the plate,” she stated before walking toward the foyer.
    I laughed.
    “Because a gold-digging whore is an achievement?”
    She turned abruptly with her mouth hanging open.
    I shouldn’t have stooped down to her level, but I couldn’t help myself.
    “If you think I care for one second what that man thinks about me, you’re more delusional than I thought.” I turned and refilled my glass. “Goodbye, Rachel. Leave the key.”
    I threw back the scotch and kept my back to the room until I finally heard the door slam.
    Letting out an exasperated sigh, I shook my head. I had a feeling it wouldn’t be the last time I dealt with her, and I wasn’t looking forward to the aftermath.

 
Eleven
     
    Emmalynn
     
    I peeled my eyes open at the sound of my phone going off and looked over at the clock.
    Ugh. Who the hell is texting me at seven in the morning?
    Sitting up, I grabbed at my aching back. I needed to figure out what I was going to do about a place to stay. My body would only be able to handle sleeping on this air mattress for so long. I was used to my Tempur-Pedic, and I’d downgraded tremendously. Reaching over to Mel’s side table, I grabbed my phone and pulled up the text.
    Victoria: The Brew. 8?
    I smiled. I felt like I hadn’t seen my friends in forever and actually, I hadn’t. I’d been so consumed with school and being stuck inside my own head that I hadn’t made time for anything else. I needed to get my head out of my ass.
    Me: Yes. I just got up. I’ll meet you there as soon as I can.
    It was a Thursday, so I didn’t have class until eleven. It gave me enough time to meet her before I’d have to go.
    I walked out of the bedroom and bumped right into Quinn.
    “Oh shit. Sorry, Quinn.” I said as I grabbed onto her shoulder. “I haven’t seen you around lately. How are you?”
    “Great.” She smiled. “I’ve been staying with Dan a lot. And actually, I’m only