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Chapter 6 DID YOU HAVE THIS PLANNED img
Chapter 7 WAITING img
Chapter 8 TELL THE TRUTH. img
Chapter 9 ADDICTIVE img
Chapter 10 ADVENTUROUS DAY img
Chapter 11 ELEVEN img
Chapter 12 TWELVE img
Chapter 13 THIRTEEN img
Chapter 14 FOURTEEN img
Chapter 15 FIFTEEN img
Chapter 16 SIXTEEN img
Chapter 17 SEVENTEEN img
Chapter 18 EIGHTEEN img
Chapter 19 NINETEEN img
Chapter 20 TWENTY img
Chapter 21 TWENTY ONE img
Chapter 22 TWENTY TWO img
Chapter 23 TWENTY THREE img
Chapter 24 TWENTY FOUR img
Chapter 25 TWENTY FIVE img
Chapter 26 TWENTY SIX img
Chapter 27 TWENTY SEVEN img
Chapter 28 TWENTY EIGHT img
Chapter 29 TWENTY NINE img
Chapter 30 THIRTY img
Chapter 31 THIRTY ONE img
Chapter 32 THIRTY TWO img
Chapter 33 THIRTY THREE img
Chapter 34 THIRTY FOUR img
Chapter 35 THIRTY FIVE img
Chapter 36 THIRTY SIX img
Chapter 37 THIRTY SEVEN img
Chapter 38 THIRTY EIGHT img
Chapter 39 THIRTY NINE img
Chapter 40 FORTY img
Chapter 41 FORTY ONE img
Chapter 42 FORTY TWO img
Chapter 43 FORTY THREE img
Chapter 44 FORTY FOUR img
Chapter 45 FORTY FIVE img
Chapter 46 FORTY SIX img
Chapter 47 FORTY SEVEN img
Chapter 48 FORTY EIGHT img
Chapter 49 FORTY NINE img
Chapter 50 FIFTY img
Chapter 51 FIFTY ONE img
Chapter 52 FIFTY TWO img
Chapter 53 FIFTY THREE img
Chapter 54 FIFTY FOUR img
Chapter 55 FIFTY FIVE img
Chapter 56 FIFTY SIX img
Chapter 57 FIFTY SEVEN img
Chapter 58 FIFTY EIGHT img
Chapter 59 FIFTY NINE img
Chapter 60 SIXTY img
Chapter 61 SIXTY ONE img
Chapter 62 SIXTY TWO img
Chapter 63 SIXTY THREE img
Chapter 64 SIXTY FOUR img
Chapter 65 SIXTY FIVE img
Chapter 66 SIXTY SIX img
Chapter 67 SIXTY SEVEN img
Chapter 68 SIXTY EIGHT img
Chapter 69 SIXTY NINE img
Chapter 70 SEVENTY img
Chapter 71 SEVENTY ONE img
Chapter 72 SEVENTY TWO img
Chapter 73 SEVENTY THREE img
Chapter 74 SEVENTY FOUR img
Chapter 75 SEVENTY FIVE img
Chapter 76 SEVENTY SIX img
Chapter 77 SEVENTY SEVEN img
Chapter 78 SEVENTY EIGHT img
Chapter 79 SEVENTY NINE img
Chapter 80 EIGHTY img
Chapter 81 EIGHTY ONE img
Chapter 82 EIGHTY TWO img
Chapter 83 EIGHTY THREE img
Chapter 84 EIGHTY FOUR img
Chapter 85 EIGHTY FIVE img
Chapter 86 EIGHTY SIX img
Chapter 87 EIGHTY SEVEN img
Chapter 88 EIGHTY EIGHT img
Chapter 89 EIGHTY NINE img
Chapter 90 NINETY img
Chapter 91 NINETY ONE img
Chapter 92 NINETY TWO img
Chapter 93 NINETY THREE img
Chapter 94 NINETY FOUR img
Chapter 95 NINETY FIVE img
Chapter 96 NINETY SIX img
Chapter 97 NINETY SEVEN img
Chapter 98 NINETY EIGHT img
Chapter 99 NINETY NINE img
Chapter 100 ONE HUNDRED img
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Chapter 4 JEMMA's NASTY THOUGHT

Jemma's [POV]

A cold wind whips around me and I can smell fresh snow on the way. There's already a good foot on the ground, but January on the East Coast only means Mother Nature is just getting started with her wintery self.

Nightfall hits in a couple of hours and by then the temperatures will dip well below freezing. My already thin diner uniform with its lack of everything that would keep a body warm sucks for the cold.

My winter coat helps buffer the sting, but it can only do so much for a tacky one-piece dress. I need to talk to Krista, the owner of the diner and my boss, about her lack of foresight.

Any other day the coming storm would worry me to no end. What if I couldn't get to class? What if they closed the library and I didn't have the books I needed?

But today for the first time in forever I truly mean that I don't let the impending gloomy weather tamper the clouds I'm walking on. It's been two days since them and I'm still flying high. Who wouldn't be?

I plan on living here as long as I can. The second my key slipped into the door that night my best friend and roommate, Brooklyn, was there ready for all the dirty details of how the one party I agreed to in my entire college career had gone.

Lucky for me she had to bail due to work issues at a large corporation she clerked for. Some missing legal files that meant her job if she failed to find them.

Which left me with an hour before midnight and a choice to make. At first, I felt crapping being ditched.

I had every intention of following her out, but before I could, I caught the eye of three men who worked hard to blend in with the mostly younger crowd with their jeans, dark masks and air of nonchalance.

But unlike most people my age, I pride myself on noting smaller details other people mostly miss. Like how Professor Warren Thurston always favors his right leg.

Why I don't know but the man has a notable walk I would recognize anywhere. And his amber-colored eyes are as unique as his ass in a pair of great jeans.

If you ever want to know something ask the quiet girl at the back of the room every time.

They know things. Trust me on that fact because I've lived back there since kindergarten. I stared shamelessly.

The power of a mask is a wonderful thing. Now Professor Daemon Preston, his tell is a little more subtle if you weren't into people watching you would miss it completely.

While I spend most of my hours studying computer coding and programming, I like to pride myself on knowing how to read people.

Preston likes to stay quiet unless giving a class and rarely laughs at a joke. In the lecture room and school halls this fits in, but at a party of over two-hundred people, the small tell glares like a neon sign.

As does his deep, gravelly voice. I've masturbated to it enough times I can pick his baritone out over terrible disco music any day of the week.

And Professor Erik Black. Lord, that man's lips are in my dreams every time I close my eyes. I would recognize that man's mouth anywhere. I've fantasized about him kissing me enough times for sure.

Westmoore University's three most eligible bachelors stood among their students and not a single one of them knew it.

Why probably had a story clipped to it, but the fact still remained. I'm not sure how a conversion got started, but fifteen minutes after Brooklyn left, a terrible idea and a lot of courage later I was being spirited upstairs.

Of course I lied about all of that when my best friend sprung the Spanish Inquisition on me a little after two that morning.

How could I tell her what I had done and with whom? Guilt still plagues me at not being honest and one day I hope I can tell her about the time her advice to cut loose a little landed me between those three.

Maybe. The delicate memory was mine to keep for now. Sharing seems invasive so I'll keep my secret for now.

Now that I'm not stupid with lust I have a double shift at Krista's Kafe set for the evening to help make up for the days I missed.

I sigh. I have zero credit cards, terrible credit at the diner with Krista, and fifteen dollars in my bank account with tuition due in three days since I don't have the luxury of free tuition normally given to children of faculty members.

My father saw to that when he refused to acknowledge me as his. That's fine. I don't want free rides.

But the coding job I hoped for fell through and God I hope I don't have to reach out to my parents.

Give them yet another opportunity to rub my choices in my face as what they will perceive as failures.

I pull out my phone and check my email hoping I might have a response after hitting send on a few emails with my resume attached earlier today to a few tech companies looking for coders.

An empty inbox greets me. Which I half expected. But damn. Working at a diner with shitty uniforms isn't exactly my dream job. But the money is enough to cover a few bills like rent.

Coding some minor programs for startups and several odd jobs has so far covered tuition, but the well is drying up and fast on that front. With only a few months left on my degree I only have to hold out a little longer.

I hit refresh on my inbox again. Still nada. The whole adulting angle blows. If this continues, I'll be hitting the unemployment office as an after party as the ink on my degree dries.

Whoo-fucking-hooo. Since the night crowd at the diner is scarce, I plan on using the time to get my feet back on the ground and find my focus. But first, I need to hit the books.

Good times. Head down, I duck between buildings, dodging the brutal air. School is out for another couple of weeks so for now it's just me walking the empty campus pathways as I make my way to the library.

Two weeks to savor my forbidden encounter and finally tuck the secret safely away before class starts again. I don't know how I'll react seeing them again, but I have a timer set on getting my body under control.

So far, it's not going so great. My collection of toys has gotten a thorough workout, but nothing I do to recreate how they made me feel seems to work.

Short story, life is kicking my ass. I round a corner a little too fast and nearly bump into the one person who can kill dreams with a single slicing glare.

And just like that my dazzling good mood sours when a pair of familiar green eyes lock with mine.

My clouds burst underfoot one by one until I feel the bite of winter. Crap. I step back so fast I almost tumble into the snow.

"Dean Kelly," I acknowledge the older man with his modestly graying hair and metal rimmed glasses as I right myself. I've learned to never call him father.

The tongue lashing that earns me makes it not worth the effort. His eyes dodge around me checking for anyone who might spot us together no doubt.

It stings, sure, but after three and a half years of the same thing the heart hardens after a while. But there's still a sliver that beats for the day I can feel his arms wrap around me.

"Jemma." No warmth.

"Have you heard from your brother?"

His terseness isn't lost on me nor are the deep lines around his eyes and mouth. You'd think him to be sucking on a lemon. I clutch the straps of my computer bag a little harder than necessary.

"Yes. He's fine."

There's an awkward silence between us and I fight to just blurt out why he's not asking, 'Hey sweetheart how's your thesis coming along?

Should we make a honey ham or roasted turkey for graduation dinner in the spring?' But I bite my tongue. A curt nod is all I get, dashing my hopes.

The man I wish could see me for who I am instead of how he wants me to be brushes past me. Without turning around he calls back,

"Call your mother. I'm tired of feeding her reports on your welfare every night."

            
            

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