His undoing

(Jalen’s POV)

I jolted upright, dragging Fiona’s dress down to cover her legs as I set her in place.

“Fuck!” I muttered.

Marian stood in the doorway, her glare was sharp, piercing into me like broken glass. Two kids hovered behind her, but I recognized Paris, I knew she always sat beside Fiona in class. Her face was filled with worry and she panted as she looked over Marian’s shoulder.

“Professor Jalen?” she called.

“Paris, good thing you’re here. Please get her to her room—I think she had a lot to drink,” I ordered.

She lounged forward, pulling Fiona by the wrist before calling for the boy.

“Jude, a little help please,” she snapped.

“Jude?” his name slipped off my lips. My jaw tightened as I remembered what Fiona had said earlier. I wanted to pounce on him and beat him up so bad that I wanted him not to touch her but Paris can’t do it alone. I was going to walk closer to help, but then…

“Jalen?” Marian’s voice cracked loud enough for the teenagers in the corridor to turn their heads. “What the hell is going on here?” From the sound of her voice, I could already tell there was trouble.

Marian rounded on me, rage twisting her features. “Why are you alone with a teenager in a private lounge? And in this condition? Are you insane?”

Her voice echoed through the room, engulfing me in a robe of embarrassment.

I clenched my teeth. “Can we talk about this when we get home? Stop making a scene.”

“Oh, spare me that nonsense!” Marian snapped. “You think I don’t know how this looks? What were you trying to do, Jalen? What if someone else had walked in? You know too well that this is against the school rules and you could be laid off.”

She chatted on and on, but I barely listened, my eyes were fixed on the way Jude held Fiona too tightly and possessively. It twisted my insides as they carried her out. Paris gave me one last confused look before disappearing down the hallway.

The moment the door shut, Marian stepped closer, her eyes blazing.

“You embarrass me,” she hissed. “You embarrass this family. Fiona is a child, Jalen.”

“Do you know what you’re saying? That I tried to molest her? Are you insane? I would never do that to her,” I snapped.

Marian’s eyes widened, then narrowed.

“Who knows? You could be so hungry for sex since you haven’t touched me in ages. I no longer look attractive to you, Jalen,” she breathed. “Do you have feelings for her?”

“You’re talking trash, Marian. Let’s go home, we’ll continue this when we are home and I’ll show you how attractive you are,” I lied. I just wanted to be out of that scene and I could use any trick at that moment.

She paused before spinning on her heels. “Come home. Now. Before you destroy both our lives.”

I swallowed the words burning in my throat and followed her out. It was the only way to keep her from making a scene that would ruin Fiona’s name.

The drive home was completely silent, it has always been like that except for days she is trying too hard to make me feel her presence.

By the time we reached the house, Marian was shaking with rage. She flung off her bag and turned to me with an unexpected resounding slap.

“You think I’ll let you embarrass me?” she whispered. “You think you can crave her and I won’t notice?”

I stared at her dumbfounded.

“Marian—”

“How dare you break the school rules,” she breathed. “Ohhh, I know what you’re trying to do. You are abusing the privilege you have for being the husband of the head director of the school, ain’t you? You'd better be more careful because I could fire you within a twinkle of an eye and send you back to the slum you belong to,” she yelled.

Those words hit me like a punch, my body boiled with rage as I tried to keep myself in control.

“You wanna keep mute, hun? You wanna ign…”

Before she could finish her words, my strong hands tightened around her neck and pushed her till she hit the wall. I glared at her, panting so hard as I tried to calm my rage, but I couldn’t.

Then I felt her hands tapping my shoulder. I could feel her plead for mercy without a word.

Suddenly, I caught her lips in a fierce kiss, my tongue lashing hers as I slowly released her neck from my fangs. I could feel her melt into my lips, pulling me closer to her as she moaned uncontrollably into my mouth.

That was my only option to keep her silent. I patted her legs, lifting her as I carried her to the bedroom, her legs tangled around my waist. I could tell how starving she was, she missed it so bad.

But I felt nothing. Absolutely nothing. My mind betrayed me, taking me back to the lounge, to Fiona’s moan, her breathless pleas were all I could think of.

Marian wrapped her arms around me, dragging me to the bed. As I dropped her and I moved with her, but my soul and heart weren’t there.

And when she straddled me, I stared deeply into her eyes but all I saw was Fiona.

Her hair draped down her neck, swaying across her face. Her lips curved in a familiar smile. And her scent instantly filled my senses.

Her soft voice whispered my name and for a moment, I was lost in my thoughts.

I flipped her to the bed and kissed her neck down to her mounds recklessly like it was the last time I would ever see her. She pressed my head tightly against her mounds as I flipped my tongue on her hard nipple.

“This is what you wanted, hun?”

“Yes, baby,” she moaned.

“This is what you’ve been looking for, hun?” I whispered, tugging her nipples with my teeth.

“Oh, fuck! Yes, Daddy,” she cried.

“Call me daddy again.”

“Daddy,” she moaned, arching her back closer, her body pleading for more.

“I miss you so much, baby. I don’t want you to stop, please.”

“Hmmm,” I groaned as I planted kisses on her stomach until I reached her entrance, flipping my tongue on her clit.

“Ohh, yes, you’re making me curl, daddy—fuck!” she moaned aggressively. I ignored her cracky voice, spread her laps widely, and pushed my already hard length into her slacked entrance slowly. But it suddenly felt so tight the moment I saw Fiona again.

My strength built as I closed my eyes to imagine pushing into her like she was right before me until I felt my cum so close. I plunged faster and faster, gasping and groaning so hard until my cum prickled out.

“Oh, Fiona…” I called.

The name slipped out before I could stop it.

Marian froze.

“What did you just call me?” she whispered.

I blinked sharply, reality crashing back in. “Marian—I didn’t—”

“You called me Fiona!” she shrieked, pushing me off. “You sick—obsessed—pathetic man!”

“Marian, listen—”

“Don’t touch me!” She scrambled up, breathing heavily. “I knew it. I KNEW IT. You’re in love with her.”

I swallowed hard.

She stormed to the bathroom, slamming the door hard enough to shake the frame.

I sat on the edge of the bed, burying my face in my hands.

What the fuck!

Why couldn’t I get Fiona out of my head?

The rest of the night went by in a blur of gloomy cloud and silence.

The next morning, Marian walked out of the room looking so cold, but composed and dangerous. No words were said until she paced out of the house quietly.

I grabbed my keys and left for work before she could, I needed to tell Fiona to be more careful.

⸻

Later that day, after a long day of teaching, my head throbbed as I buried myself in paperwork, trying to forget last night.

A knock sounded on the door.

“Come in,” I said.

The door opened, and the reason for my worries walked in. Fiona stepped inside, closing the door behind her. Her hair was tied loosely, her eyes soft but carrying a storm inside them. She looked a bit confused but determined.

My breath caught.

“Fiona… what are you doing here?”

She walked closer, stopping in front of my desk.

“I came to talk,” she said quietly. “I need to know what’s going on between us. I need to know why you keep pulling away… and why you keep coming back. I want to know what you feel for me. I’m tired of guessing. I can’t concentrate in class. I keep losing focus because of you.”

My heart pounded hard enough to hurt.

“Did you sleep all right?” I asked, ignoring her question and her piercing gaze.

“Stop,” she whispered. “Stop pretending. I feel it. I know you do too. Tell me the truth, Jalen.”

My throat tightened.

Her hand reached across the desk, brushing mine.

“I love you, Jalen. I want you,” she murmured.

I looked away, trying to get over her.

My eyes narrowed towards the door and I saw a shadow lingering under the door. I pushed her hands off mine and strode to the door, pushing it open sharply.

“Hey!” I snapped as the shadow ran into the corner of the hallway, but I couldn’t get his face.