Chapter 7 Seven

"What were you thinking, submitting a note when I asked for it to be in a printed form?!" Dr. Johnson barked, waving my flimsy notebook in the air.

He was a tall, lanky and very temperamental man. I should have known better than trying to get on his bad side. But then again, I'd never intentionally wanna be on his bad side.

I just didn't remember the project because I was at home. Mum's incessant crying and trauma dumping on me, coupled with Dad's visit and their fights made me forget about school and my projects.

If I were at April's house at the time he gave the project, I would have gotten it done and printed too. It's one of the perks of being at April's house, I'm more academically focused there. That's why I hate that her Dad is trying to make it uncomfortable for me. And I hate myself for low-key liking that discomfort.

"Willow!!"

"I'm really sorry, Sir..." I bowed my head.

"Yeah, I'm sorry too. But you're getting a D."

I gasped. "Please, Sir. I really can't afford to have a D right now."

Did I forget to mention? I'm on a scholarship. I need good grades to maintain it. Having a D in a major course would ruin me, completely.

"Really?" He scoffed. "Well, you should have thought of that before submitting such trash on my table."

"Please, Sir. Give me a chance to fix this. I beg you." I was fighting hard to hold back my tears.

He intertwined his fingers and nodded. "Sure. Let's hear it."

I blinked rapidly. "Sir?"

"Let's hear how you plan on remedying this situation." He repeated. The sudden glint in his eyes shifted the mood in the room.

I knew what he was on about. I just couldn't believe it. I was still having a hard time believing that Mr. Joe Anderson wanted me to be his girlfriend.

And now Dr. Johnson? It's both shocking and disgusting.

"I don't have such plans," I said quietly, but my heart pounded at my decision. I knew he wouldn't like it. And I was right, he didn't.

"Get out," he deadpanned, "and take this with you." He flung my note to the door.

The door opened and a figure stepped inside. My eyes widened at the sight of April's Dad. He bent and picked up the notebook.

There was a twitch in his eyes. He looked at me and then at Dr. Johnson.

"Is there a problem?" His voice was warm, he was smiling too. Like the Mr. Joe Anderson everyone swears is warm, kind and moral. Not the one torturing me in secret.

"She submitted a notebook, when the instruction said it should be in a printed form. I don't know why she thinks she could disobey my orders and get away with it."

"Maybe she didn't have time to get it printed," he strolled into the office, dropping the notebook back on the table.

He stood next to Dr. Johnson, and both gazes were assessing me. I felt incredibly hot, and was struggling to keep my composure.

Why did he have to come in here? Why? I was already having a hard time.

"I don't care. There were rules. She should have stuck with them. Maybe then I wouldn't be giving her a D."

Hearing that forced tears to slide down my eyes. I rubbed them off quickly, with my head lowered.

"Leave." Dr. Johnson growled out.

I bowed and left the office. My eyes were puffy and my heart was shattering. There was no way I could head back to my remaining classes so I ditched them and hung out at a corner in thr library.

Hours later, April and I drove home. I went straight to my room, locking myself in. Dinner time and they sent a maid to fetch me.

"Ma'am April wants you downstairs," the maid said.

"Please tell her I'm not hungry."

The maid left and I stayed in bed, sobbing my eyes out. The terrifying thought of losing my scholarship was haunting me.

If I lose it, my hopes of continuing college will be dust. Mum can't afford it, and Dad, well, she's not letting him get involved in my life. And even if he could, he'd struggle a bit to meet my needs. We're not exactly rich, you see.

"Girlfriend," the quiet whisper of April behind me had me sitting up quickly. I dried my eyes with a sniff.

"Hey," I forced a smile.

Her smile vanished as she joined me oj thr bed. "Were you crying?"

"No..." it was a blatant lie. "...a bit." I added.

"Why? Did something happen at home?"

"No. I'm just..." I couldn't lie properly. Matter of fact, I'm not a very good liar. Mum didn't tolerate it and so I never had such skills. I just avoid questions that I don't wanna answer. It works better.

"I don't wanna talk about it, please." I said instead.

She nodded. "Sure. But you should eat. Don't go to bed hungry." She placed a small picnic basket in front of me. "Snacks?"

I couldn't help the smile. "You didn't have to, April."

"Yeah, right." She chuckled. "There's like a bit of everything in there. Eat as much as you can. Eat it all if you can."

"Thanks." Again, the guilt crept in. She's the nicest to me. And he's fervently trying to make me a bad friend to her. I hate him for that.

"Goodnight." She got off the bed and left my room.

I stared blankly at the basket, unsure if I wanted to eat anything from it or just leave it till tomorrow. Finally, I settled for two cookies but then I became thirsty.

Leaving my room in just a lacy half-cut bra and nightie shorts, I was convinced there wouldn't be anyone downstairs. All I needed to do was grab a bottle of water and return to my room.

I already grabbed the water from the fridge when the lights suddenly went on. I almost jumped out of my skin at the voice.

"So you're awake?"

I turned around and there he was again. This time, good Lord, he had a shirt on, paired with another color of joggers.

But I was almost naked. How did I find myself in such a situation? It didn't help that his eyes were already on my boobs.

Then slowly, his gaze came up to my face.

"Why didn't you come down for dinner?"

"I...I wasn't hungry." I wanna run out of here but he's covering the door. So that's impossible. Still, I hate that I can't escape him and he's just gonna continue eye-fucking me.

"What did Johnson want from you?"

The switch in the question had me speechless for seconds. Why...was he asking me that?

"Nothing. He was just mad at me for using a notebook."

"Yeah, I saw that. What I wanna know is what transpired between the both of you before I got into the office."

I shook my head. "Nothing..."

"Don't lie to me."

"I'm not lying..."

"He didn't try hitting on you?"

The rawness in the question was shocking. How could he flatly ask me that?

There's no right answer to that either. Because Dr. Johnson didn't exactly try hitting on me. Did he?

"He didn't..."

"Willow." He warned, taking three steps forward. I moved backwards quickly. When did I become so terrified of him?

"I'm telling the truth..."

"You're not. Maybe he didn't outrightly try hitting on you. But he must have dropped hints. You're not that naive, Willow. I'm sure you'd know if he did."

I couldn't deny that anymore. So I nervously nodded. "He did."

He covered up the distance with just two strides. His broad hand wrapped around my tiny waist, tugging me into his arms.

I gasped at the force. His other hand grabbed my chin, tilting my head up.

"And what did you say to him?" His teeth were clenched. "Were you excited? Did your tight little pussy twitch at the offer? Did you imagine he'd fuck you better than I did?"

It's still beyond shocking that April's Dad can be so raw. So very shocking.

He tightened his hold on my chin.

"I...I...didn't do any of that." I blurted out. My hands were hitting his chest, as I struggled to get out of his hold. But he didn't budge.

"I hope so. Because it's gonna get uglier for him if I find out you were the slightest excited about his offer."

My panicky eyes searched his incensed eyes, hoping to see a bit of joke in them. None.

Was...he being serious right now?

"Actually, it's gonna get ugly for any guy who dares to make you excited. No one has the right to. Just me, Willow."

He lowered his face to my neck and sniffed me up. That gesture had me almost melting. Then he tugged down my half-cut with his teeth and in a flash, his mouth covered my nipple.

"Jesus," I gasped but he was long gone, eating and sucking my nipple like it was some sought of offender.

His fingers slid through my shorts, teasing my wet, sensitive clit. I was struggling to swallow down my moans. But it let loose the moment a finger slid in.

Not this again. But God, it feels...heavenly.

"You're mine, Willow."

"I'm...I'm...not..."

"You are. You fucking are." His lips crashed on mine, swallowing my moans as he finger-fucked me right in his kitchen, and I dared to moan to each thrusts like a little shameless slut.