My Student's Billionaire Father

I can feel pure excitement bubbling up inside me as I dash through the school corridor to my boyfriend's classroom. The clock says I still have one hour before our date - a planned romantic dinner at a nearby restaurant.

But I can't wait for us to be together! Honestly, I am ecstatic. It is my thirtieth birthday and our sixth monthsary. I have my own house and own a car. I have investments, some savings and a stable job. Mark, my boyfriend, is also a teacher like me. It's a simple life, but all in all, life is pretty good. My mother is right, simple things are always the sweetest.

Moreover, maybe now, after six months, we can take a step further in our relationship. I can finally offer myself to a man. It's been long due. I've been a virgin for three decades of my life. It's not that I am adamant about keeping it until my wedding day, but I just don't find the right time or the right man to lose it to. I just can't go on a trip and give it for free, right? Just the idea of it makes me shiver in disgust. Imagine kissing and being touched by a stranger. It's repugnant.

And so, arriving at the room, I notice that the windows are shut and the lights are turned off.

A student comes out of the room. I remember that his name is Jason, the current school paper feature writer. He bows at me, and I acknowledge his presence.

"Ma'am, actually..."

"Is Mark there?" I ask, making a small smile as I glance at the room he exits.

He nods. "There is just something I'd like to ask."

"What is it?"

"Can the school paper have a feature on you?"

I cock my head at him. "What for?"

"You just won an award at the recent teacher's conference, right? You also keep on getting promoted. And so, we think it will be motivational to get an interview with you."

"Oh," I exclaim. That means more eyes will look at me. In truth, I've only done those things for money. A higher position means a higher salary. Better room assignments too and I will be able to handle the star section. "Maybe next time?" I ask.

"But ma'am, you've been here for a year..." he complains.

"There are other teachers too, other amazing teachers. You can interview them."

He grimaces. He's been pestering me for an interview since the first time I won an award in the regionals. It's not that big of an achievement. Besides, I only joined for the prize money.

"How about this..." I start. "If one of your team goes to the national competition for the school press conference, I will do the interview. Not only that, but I will also go with you to the city, that is, if you want me there. After the competition, win or lose, I will treat the team to something nice."

Jason brightens up and responds, "You promised, Teacher Cassie." He starts to walk away from me as if he thinks that I will change my mind if he doesn't leave soon. "Don't forget!" he shouts at me while waving his hand.

"Just make sure you win!" I retort, shouting back so he'd hear me.

And so, when the young man is gone, I shift my attention to the classroom. The lights are dimmed and the room glows gently yellow in the low light. The sunlight from the windows has turned a warm yellow-orange. My boyfriend, Mark Wood, should be leaving by now. It's already close to six PM and we have a reservation in the local restaurant at seven PM. The chosen restaurant is only thirty minutes of drive so I brought my car, but it's better if we drive there now. Or rather, he starts to drive. I hate driving. It's stressful and tiring. I'd rather spend those minutes spent on driving by thinking of other things.

I enter the room. No one is inside. My shoes echo on the tiled floors. The tables are gleaming in the low light. A low murmur comes from behind the door to my left. On the wall beside the door, a symbol of The Circle has been painted, a looping swirl of earth and sky. A black, shapeless blot has been superimposed on the upper right corner, making it impossible to tell what the painting is supposed to be a portrait of. I'm no artist, but I can appreciate that it's a bold and beautiful painting. As my eyes adjust to the gloom, I realize that everything is cleaned up and organized, which means that Mark is ready to leave. In fact, he has been ready for some time.

He's nowhere to be found, though. My eyes go to the closed door of the bedroom. He's a home economics teacher, so his room has an extra room where extra pillows are placed and organized.

However, I haven't even opened the door when I heard unmistakable sounds inside. I've watched steamy romance before and I know how lovemaking sounds. That sound of flesh against flesh, those moans, and sounds of pleasure. I've long wanted to try it, but I never had a chance before.

And so, taking the key from the desk where Mark hides it, I unlock the door and push it open. I don't know how to react to the scene inside. The new teacher, Hilda Ellis, who's been a volunteer teacher for five years, is on all fours on the bed. And my boyfriend, of six months, is fucking her from behind.

I can see his length, which is midway from pulling out and thrusting against her again. It's something I haven't seen before. I want to cry because this scene seems too pathetic. I thought I know him, but seeing him now, I think that I don't really know him. If that is the case, do I love him? The only reason I said yes to him is because we are paired up. We are the only teachers who are still single. He also looks okay and has a nice body. More importantly, he has humor, something that I like in a guy, else I will talk a lot about myself, something that I don't enjoy. But then, as we go through with our relationship, I start to think of a life with him. I think it will be okay - it will be a type of peaceful living.

"Cassie..." he breathes.

Neither of them is standing up or moving away from each other. Instead, Mrs. Hilda, a young woman of twenty-seven, is still impaled midway by his manhood.

I move closer to them, and then I look at his erection. I did the most painful thing I can think of while I am rattled by this sense of betrayal.

"Already erect, and only that big? I am amazed Miss Hilda is enjoying your stolen session."

I shift my attention to the young woman and ask, "I hope your husband knows about this?" I take my phone and snap a picture of them, still conjoined with each other.

Fear suddenly appears on her face. She pulls back from my boyfriend-no, ex-boyfriend-and covers herself.

"You won't tell him," she hisses.

"That you are enjoying my ex-boyfriend's tiny penis?"

"T-tiny?" Mark sputters the word.

He is focusing on the wrong word. If he doesn't love me anymore, he could have ended things between us. Sure, I will try to make him stay. I will propose some changes to our relationship too. But in the end, I will allow him. He doesn't need to do this behind my back. He is just making things worse.

"Maybe I should flirt with your husband instead," I say. My eyes on Mrs. Hilda. "In that way, you will know how this feels like."

"You whore!"

"And yet, who's the one naked? Who's the one fucking a man who is not hers?" I retreat from the room while smirking. When I reach the door, I open it and say, "Continue. Don't mind me. I will even lock the door for you. For your privacy."

And I did. However, the instant the door fits on its frame, my tears fall. Thirty years old, first-time boyfriend, a virgin, and yet, utterly cheated with a new, beautiful co-teacher that has only become a full-time teacher today.

I grin in between my tears. Frustrated, I wipe it all away. I sniff and make sure I still look okay. Guess I will have to cancel that reservation now. And so, I leave the room and walk towards my car. Students are nodding at me and I nodded back. I even take my phone and cancel my reservation. In that way, talking on the phone and looking busy, the students won't crowd me.

However, the instant I enter my brand-new cheap car, I lean my head on the steering wheel and cry again.

My hands tremble as I reach for my phone. When I open it and see the image of Mark and Hilda engaging in carnal pleasure, a wave of fury crashes over me. My whole world turns red as I glare at the image, my vision clouded by a storm of rage. No, I won't take this so calmly like this! All rational thought is gone - replaced by a powerful rage as I toss my phone aside.

I can't understand! Why is love is so hard to find? What the f*uck is wrong with me that Mark cheated on me?! That damn teacher Hilda - she had to cross the line this time! And I won't back down. I'm gonna get her! I will march right into the police station, show her husband the picture of her having her way with someone else, and let him know his wife is a cheater. I'm gonna wreak havoc. I will destroy her marriage. Seduce her husband and take him for myself if I have to! I don't care anymore!

I stop the engine and step out of my car. My hands are shaking as I place the keys in my pocket. Taking a deep breath, I traipse across the parking lot towards the reception of the police station.

"Where's Mr. Ellis?!" I ask, my heart pounding.

The woman on the desk raises her eyes at me. Still, she answers, "He's in his office. Don't come in now. They are pretty busy."

"When can I come in then?" I ask politely this time.

"Maybe in two hours."

"But it's just 6.30 pm."

"Then come back at 8.30 pm. This is a police station. There are times when this place gets too busy."

I grunt, and yet, I move away from the desk. "Fine, I will return at 8.30 pm. Should I wait there?"

"Yes. I will inform him that someone is waiting for him. So, may I ask your name?"

"Miss Cassie Curtis."

"Oh, you are that prodigy teacher!"

I stop myself from rolling my eyes. I don't like being called like that, so I say, "I am not. I am just an average teacher."

"I heard about you from my daughter. She's happy that you will coach her next month for a science quiz."

"You are Alinn Avery's mom? It's just a temporary schedule. The coach is pregnant, so I am coming in as the replacement."

"Oh, but my daughter adores you!"

"I'm not that great, Mrs. Ave-"

"Now, let's see... Because you are my daughter's favorite teacher..." She leans towards me and adds, "You can enter the room. For five minutes, I won't let anyone go there except for Mr. Ellis. How's that sound?"

I grin at her and reach for her hands. "Five minutes is great. That will help me a lot."

"Now, go," she gestures.

I give her another smile before walking into the room. No one is inside, but I see Mr. Ellis' nameplate on the top of the table.

Suddenly, the door opens, and an angry-looking man comes into the room. I stop breathing. I did not expect Hilda's husband to be very attractive. I am expecting someone average in everything. Yet, the man in front of me is over six feet tall, has brown skin, red lips, and bushy eyebrows. He also looks muscular in his casual clothes. Is that why he looks angry? He hasn't even changed into his uniform, and he is already this busy?

"You!" he snaps at me. "What now?! I said-"

"Your wife is cheating on you," I cut him off. I shake my head and focus on the reason I am here. Yes, he's very handsome, but I have seen a lot of handsome men in my life. He will not rattle me.

"Pardon?" he asks. He walks closer to me and he smells... really nice. Why the hell is Hilda cheating on such a hot specimen?

Before he approaches me, I open my phone and flash it to him. It is a picture of his wife and my ex-boyfriend having sex. "That's my boyfriend. He's my ex now. And I have just taken the picture earlier in the home EC room."

He's speechless. Understandable. I move closer to him and say, "Now that you know, let's have sex as well."

"What?!"

"I am saying that I want to take revenge against my cheating boyfriend. And I want your wife to feel the same pain I have now."

"Ah, I think-"

I move closer to him and press my lips on him. He's taller than I am, so I need to tiptoe to reach him. He didn't move and didn't respond as well. I pull back from him.

"I've told you already! Your wife is cheating on you! Why are you not getting angry?!"

"As angry as you are with your boyfriend?"

"Ex," I correct. "But yes!"

"And so, you want to have sex with the husband of the cheating wife?"

"Exactly, Mr. Ellis!" And then, I realize that I might not be up to par with his ideal. Hilda is beautiful, even if I don't want to admit it. "You don't think I am good enough? Not pretty enough for you?"

"What will you do if I don't agree?"

"I don't know, probably drink the night away and get a man or two."

He laughs. "Get a man or two, huh? Together?"

I scowl at him. "We are just going to fuck. No attachments. Be thankful I can kiss you. I don't normally kiss strangers," I admit.

"Now, I am curious how that will go."

The door opens and Mrs. Avery comes in. "Ahm, Teacher Cassie..." She shifts her attention to me and then to Mr. Ellis.

Then, an idea comes to mind. If I drag him now, even if he rejects my proposal to have sex, people will talk. His reputation will be tarnished. He will be the talk of the town, and so is Hilda! It's the same damage to my reputation, but I don't care, I can just find another job. I have a safety net.

And so I take Mr. Ellis' hand and drag him out of the room. "We're leaving!" I inform Mrs. Avery.

I drag him across the police station. He is struggling at first, and then he starts... NOT to struggle.

"Where do you plan to have sex?" he asks.

"Anywhere!"

"My car is parked here. We can do it there, so I can return to the station soon."

I glare at him. "I am a teacher, too. So, I want to do it in a private room."

"Ah! To save some kind of reputation?"

"Exactly!"

"Should I drive then? And use my car?"

I narrow my eyes at him. "No, I will drive." I look around and then my eyes catch a hotel. "On the other hand, there's a simple inn. Let's do it there. We can walk."

I try to drag him again. But this time, he walks beside me. "You seem very open to cheating on your wife now," I comment.

He just shrugs his shoulders. "If a pretty woman is asking me to have sex with her with no payment, why would I say no to that?"

I snort. "Aren't you as bad as your wife?"

"Probably," he says as we walk towards the hotel's reception area. "Besides, if I am decent. I should not be here with you. I should have been at the police station taking care of my work."

"Well, I should be at a local restaurant eating dinner with my boyfriend! Ex-boyfriend," I correct myself. "And yet, your wife decided to destroy that and choose to fuck him instead! And guess what, she even chooses this day! It's my birthday! It's even our monthsary!"

"Ha! Touche, ain't it?"

I ignore his taunt. However, when I am facing the hotel receptionist, I vent to her. "One night!" Then, I slap cash on the table.

The young woman shifts her attention to me and Mr. Ellis. "Okay, ma'am, sir. Room 26 is available."

I grab the old-fashioned room key and make my way to the stairs. This place is just a four-story building. What the heck am I doing in the province, teaching at a local school, when I had a high-paying job in the city?!

I pause and laugh at myself. Right, I was ghosted. I was out for a month on a business trip and when I came back, my almost-boyfriend told me that something had already happened between him and another colleague. He wants to be responsible. I smirk. Good for them and the family they are building!

"F*ucking congratulations to your baby!" I scream at the air.

"Are you okay?" Mr. Ellis asks.

I push open the hotel door and snap, "Do I look fine to you?!"

I shift my eyes to him. He seems to be hesitating. Seeing him up close. That bitch Hilda is lucky. Tonight, I will be the one lucky. And so, I pull him into the room and push him against the door.

"I said it's hard to kiss strangers, but you look clean and you smell clean..."

He chuckles. "So, I am not disgusting?"

"You are not. So, kiss me, Mr. Ellis," I order. And then, as I command, he presses his lips against mine and I close my eyes to savor his taste.

Suddenly, his kisses become more insistent. Every time I try to catch my breath, he pulls me to him and kisses me again. It is disconcerting. I have never been kissed like this before. Did he... Maybe he and Hilda are no longer having sex? Maybe she's always with my asshole ex-boyfriend and when she's home, she's already too tired to take care of his desires?

Well then, Mrs. Hilda. You don't have to worry because I will take good care of your husband. And so I snake my fingers on the back of his neck and pull him closer to me. I press my chest against him and he groans at the gesture.

Suddenly, he lifts me, and I squeal. I wrap my legs around his waist and kiss him again. He's a great kisser. No chaste kisses from him. I feel like I am being devoured and I like to do the same with him.

So, I did. Before long, I learn to play with his tongue. I learn how to allow him to scour my mouth. More importantly, I understand what it means to 'deepen' a kiss.

When I am dropped on the bed, I realize that the bed is a bit hard compared to the city hotel beds. But it's fine. I just need to go through this. Besides, I am already breathing hard. And so I watch as Mr. Ellis crawls towards me, and I watch him with interest.

"Are you sure about this, teacher?" he asks, as he pins me on the bed.

I nod and focus my attention on him again. He looks like a predator about to devour his prey. And I am so ready for that. "Do it," I say. I am already feeling the first hints of desire.

"I haven't had sex for a while, so you might find me a bit..." He looks for the right word and I unbutton my blouse. His eyes move to my chest and he adds, "... rough."

"I don't care. Wreck me for all I care."

I sit up and help him with his shirt. I take it off his body and I exclaim. Seriously, Hilda. Your husband has a very nice body! Lean and muscular. Like the models I see on TV. I snort. He's a police officer, so is he training a lot? The handsome men I see in gyms have this kind of physique, too.

"Stop staring and let's take your other clothes off," he says. He holds the hem of my skirt and tries to pull it down.

"Take off your clothes and I will take care of mine," I suggest.

"Should we shower first? Or would you like to get a go already?"

"We are just going to do a quick fuck. We'll take a shower after this."

I am about to take my panties off when I freeze. Is this okay? Having sex with a married man? Ugh, that was the point! I think and shake my head.

"Why aren't you taking this off?" he asks. He holds the hem of my undergarments and I squeal. "Don't tell me you are hesitating now?"

"No!" I say. My eyes go to him and see that he is already erect and... "That size is not normal," I comment. Definitely way bigger than Mark's.

"Ah, this? This is the average size. It looks bigger, but it's not."

"Is that already erect?" I ask again.

He chuckles. "Why don't you find out?"

He takes my hand and lets me touch it. I almost pull back, but he squeezes my hand, and I had no choice but to explore it. It's hot, throbbing, and getting more and more larger. Worse, I start to become nervous about its increasing size.

"That really doesn't look normal," I comment as I continue to massage his length.

"You don't... ah! want... to take... ugh! revenge on my wife? Oh, damn! Stop rubbing already!"

I scowl at him. "I want to continue, but do you?" I ask. He's shivering and sweating already. He's flushing too. "Are you okay? Is this too much?"

Suddenly, he rams himself into me. He cups my face and gives me a deep kiss-the one that makes me reeling, the one that makes me shiver in desire. Soon, his kisses transfer from my mouth, to my neck, chest and even my stomach!

I am being overwhelmed and so I reach for his head and make him look at me. "Stop, Mr. Ellis," my voice is very faint. It sounds as if I am begging him to continue, rather than wanting him to stop. "Before I go crazy, can't you fuck me already? Let's stop with the kisses now."

I glance at the clock. He's been kissing my body for half an hour. "You are being impatient, teacher."

"Stop calling me tea-ah!" I exclaim and cover my mouth. I realize that his fingers are already on my heat. Yet, instead of moving away, I open my legs further for him.

"You little minx," he says. "Stop seducing me when you are not ready yet!"

"I am telling you to enter me already!"

"Do you plan to punish yourself because your boyfriend cheated on you?"

"I don't know! Ah!" He suddenly finds my clit and starts to play with it. My shivers of desire become more powerful. My legs shoot up and my back is leaving the bedsheets. I can feel the desire pooling in my gut, too. How much more should I be subjected to this dizzying sensation until he deems I am ready for the actual penetration?!

He never stops and continues his ministrations inside me. He circles my nub, lightly presses against it, and even taps gently on it, until I lose it all. A powerful orgasm wracks my being and I tightly clasp my hands against my mouth to stifle the sound.

"Just enter me..." I whisper. "I can handle it."

Trembling from my orgasm, he trails his fingers along my stomach. And every part he touches becomes scorched. My body also starts to react to him. I raise my body to him so he can touch me more.

As if teasing me, he withdraws his hand. Instead, he wedges himself between me. He places my arms on either side of my head. And then he prods at my entrance and slowly opens me up. I moan.

"Oh god, why are you so tight?" he asks.

"You... are just... too big," I whisper.

My voice is unstable. I should not speak anymore or I will further demean myself in front of him. I am already trembling in the sense of another man's hands clutching at me. And so I close my eyes tightly and envision that I am with Mark instead. He is smaller than him, but...

Suddenly, as he pushes on, I feel pain in my nether regions. I open my eyes and exclaim at the sudden pain. He pauses.

"You are untouched?!"

I wince. "Yes, I am a virgin. Was a virgin... I..." He is about to move away from me when I wrap my legs around his waist. "Don't you dare, Mr. Ellis! Don't you dare leave me here alone!" I warn him. "Continue what you are doing and I will handle the pain!"

After further deliberation, he holds my waist and starts to move. Another series of excruciating pain overwhelms me. However, as he continues his pounding, I am also feeling less and less pain. It's as if my body is getting used to pain that it decided to feel pleasure instead.

He continues thrusting into me, and I feel a sense of victory. Hilda's handsome husband is fucking me! Like how she is fucking Mark! Better still, Mr. Ellis is heaving in pleasure! When he meets my eyes, he moves up and kisses my mouth. It is a heavy kiss, the type I've never been kissed before.

He is still pounding inside when his mouth finds my chest. He plays with it, licks it, and sucks it until I feel my body make another shiver of pleasure.

"You are close again," he murmurs.

He puts me in place as he continues to thrust inside. However, I am not reaching my peak. It's close, but somehow, it's not coming anymore.

Suddenly, Mr. Ellis turns my body. He forces me on all fours. His grip on my waist becomes tighter and then, without warning, he rubs my slit at the same time that his thrusts become more rabid. And it's the trigger that I've been waiting for.

In just a minute, my moans become increasingly louder. With no shame, I press my face against the pillow and jut my hips towards him. I start to meet his rhythm and he curses at our position. His movements become faster and rougher. And then, a blinding release gets over me. I scream and I muffle my scandalous sound against the pillow.

I am still trembling in my pleasure when he suddenly pulls out and releases on the bedsheets. Panting hard, I sit up and wince. Still, I look at his length, curious at the way I make him feel. Is it as pronounced as mine is?

He grins when he sees where my eyes are focusing. He reaches for my face and gently caresses it. "I doubt you are on pills, so it's better to be safe. You don't want to get pregnant with my child, right?"

I nod. Of course not. Why would I want that?

"That feeling..." I breathe. "Does it always happen between strangers?"

He laughs. "Of course not."

"Then it must have been our motivations behind it?"

"Probably. Or maybe we just fit each other really well," he answers. "Sexually, that is."

When he takes his hands off me, he lies on the bed beside me. He is breathing hard, the same as me.

"Mr. Ellis, will you tell your wife?" I ask. "About what happened between us?"

He turns his head at me, and a grin appears on his face. His teeth are perfect as well. He really is a looker. Someone I am not used to seeing here in the province.

"If you want me to. Although, I doubt she will care enough. She will just tell me congratulations."

I cock my head at him. "Are Hilda and Mark already in a relationship for a long time?" I ask. "We've been together for six months. So, does that mean he is already cheating on me since then?"

"Mark... So that's the name of your cheater boyfriend?"

"Ex-boyfriend," I correct him again.

He stands up from the bed and starts to gather his clothes around us-both on the floor and bed.

"So?" I urge him. "Are you going to tell her?"

I glance at his clothes. The brands seem expensive. Even his leather shoes... wait... leather shoes too? That's a luxury brand! Does Mr. Ellis like to splurge on clothes? I shake my head and ask instead, "Are you already leaving after one round?"

He laughs at me. "If you want more rounds, call me later. Tomorrow will work too. I really need to return to the police station. I hope my son won't hate me for this."

"Son?"

They had a son? I know a lot about my co-teachers' lives, but I heard nothing about that bitch Hilda having a kid already.

Mr. Ellis places a calling card on the bedside table and says, "Maybe you'd find the need to have sex with me again if ever your boyfriend doesn't behave after this punishment."

"He's not my boyfriend anymore!"

He laughs again. Somehow, there is a certain quality in his laugh that sounds enjoyable. "Most men in love with their women will do their best to take her back."

"I am not that kind of woman. I don't give second chances for major transgressions."

He just shrugs his shoulders and starts to wear his clothes. "Too bad for your ex-boyfriend, then."

"Will you tell me what your wife's reaction is? Once she learned what happened between us, Mr. Ellis?"

"Of course, if we meet again."

Wearing his last piece of clothing, he takes another good look at my naked body. He moves towards me and places a kiss on my temple.

"How about waiting for me here, teacher? I will just ensure my son is safe at home. And then, I will return here."

"You can just tell your wife to pick him up. Then, you can stay," I suggest. "We can have more rounds."

His face brightens up. "My ex-wife can't do that," he answers. "So, call me again, teacher. I really think that we will enjoy these moments together. However..."

He retreats from me, and I look up at his face. "Ex-wife?"

"You should know that I am not Mr. Ellis," he says.

My mouth hangs open, and he turns his back on me. I blink as I watch him close the hotel door. Trembling, I reach for the calling card on top of the bedside table. I read it.

"Liam Chapman," I whisper. "Director of Champion Music."

I look back at the closed door, and all I can mutter is, "Oh, damn f*uck."