Shadows and secrets

Fiona’s POV

I barely got the hang of what I saw.

The scene looped behind my closed eyes like a broken reel—Marian’s head thrown back, Jordan’s hands possessive and rough like they’ve been together for the longest period, the low growl of his voice that sent thrills down my spine. Every time I tried to push it away, it came back sharper, and more annoyingly ugly.

I tried to sleep through it, I really wanted to forget the scene. But sleep didn’t come easily. I tossed severely until the sheets were twisted around my legs, until the ache between my thighs from earlier blended with the nausea in my stomach. Thought ran through my head whether Jalen already knew, whether he’d always known, whether I was the only fool who still believed their marriage was just cold. I picked up my phone and scrolled through the videos, and I couldn't help but notice the way Jordan's strong hands grasped Marian. It was thrilling yet disgusting. Eventually, I drifted into sleep.

The next morning arrived faster than expected. I woke up with a pounding headache as I tried to recall when I had fallen asleep. I tossed out of bed and dragged myself to the bathroom when my phone buzzed.

“Fi, are you in school already?” Paris asked, and I could tell she wore a smile while typing that message. I tossed the phone aside, hoping to be done before Jalen, and in no time, I was done getting ready. I suddenly remembered my parents hadn’t called or checked up on me since they left and I dropped a message for my dad just to avoid some scolding later.

The house was quiet when I paced downstairs with my suitcase. Only to find Jordan seated by the fireplace with a cigarette in his hand, and I couldn't hold the irritation that rushed to my face. I wondered if he had ever slept in the room since he arrived. He didn’t bother looking at me as I walked past him towards the door. Then, a familiar voice came behind me.

“Are you ready?” Jalen asked, and I nodded in response as he walked me to his car, his hand brushed mine for half a second longer than necessary when he passed me my coat.

“You look pale, did you get enough sleep?” he asked, voice low enough that only I could hear.

“I did,” I whispered.

His thumb grazed the inside of my wrist deliberately, then he stepped back, opened the front door, and I climbed into the car without looking back.

The drive to campus felt so boring and oddly quiet, my head was glued to the window, as I took in the beautiful view racing by swiftly, struggling to keep my mouth shut. My throat tightened as Jalen kept stealing glances at me at every slight opportunity he got. Marian’s laugh grew louder in my ears, and I find myself asking the same question on loop:

Do I tell him?

If I told him, it would shatter what we had left. He’d have to face it—really face it—and I wasn’t sure he was ready. Or maybe he was, and that scared me more. What if he confronted her? What if she turned it around, painted me as the obsessive little girl who just wants to steal her husband? What if she told my parents?

If I kept it to myself… I’d be carrying the guilt of not telling him and that will haunt me. Every time he touched me, every time he whispered “bunny” against my skin, I’d see her with Jordan in the background like some sick watermark. I was so lost in my thoughts that I almost forgot I was beside him until the car dropped me off at the residence hall.

I quickly dumped my bags, showered off the night, and changed into something soft, hair pulled back—and headed to class. Jalen had scheduled an early morning class to cover the holiday syllabus.

I slipped in and walked straight to my seat, ignoring the class noise.

“Hey,” Paris called, reluctant at first as we both smiled at each other before she pulled me into a thigh hug. “I miss you,” she added. My eyes searched for Jude until our gaze met and a slight smile curved on his face. I couldn't describe what I was feeling, but I ignored it.

Jalen stood at the front, sleeves rolled to his elbows, and the second his eyes found me, everything shifted. I felt my thigh squeeze.

His gaze catching on mine, held a beat too long. His jaw tightened. But he quickly looked away as his voice dropped half to a deep murmur when he continued speaking.

I couldn’t look away. I wanted him to pull me close to him and kiss me with the hunger in his eyes and the last strength he’s got. The way his shoulders had flexed reminded me of when he lifted me against the wall. The way his fingers had curled inside me until I was shaking. The way he’d groaned “cum for daddy” like it was a command and a plea at the same time.

I pressed my thighs together under the desk. Hard, and pressed my lips together until he noticed.

His eyes flicked to my face. Something dark flashed across his expression. He cleared his throat.

“—and we’ll pick this up next week,” he said abruptly. “Read chapters seven through nine. Class dismissed.”

“Stay behind Miss Fiona,” he added, and Paris turned to me with surprise lurking in her face.

I stayed seated, anticipating what was about to happen as I watched everyone stride out the door, except that Jude paused at the door, and gave me a knowing look that carried a mix of concern and jealousy before turning on his heel.

Jalen’s eyes rested on the books in front of him, trying not to be too obvious. He didn’t look at me again until the last person disappeared through the door. Then he crossed the room in three long strides, flipped the lock, and pulled the shade down over the narrow window in the door.

The second the shade dropped, he was on me.

His mouth snatched into mine—sharp, desperate, and starving. I gasped against his lips and he swallowed the sound, as I tugged his shirt tighter against my chest, his hands were already under my sweater, his hot palms twisted against my bare waist.

“Fuck, Fiona,” he breathed into my mouth. “You really don’t know what you do to me when you stare at me like that.”

“I couldn’t help it,” I whispered. My fingers were already tugging at his belt. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”

He groaned, low and broken, and lifted me onto the edge of his desk. Papers scattered. A pen rolled to the floor but neither of us cared.

His hands shoved my jeans down just enough, and I quickly fumbled with his zipper. It was clumsy, and breathless, too desperate to be graceful. He pushed my panties to the side, his long fingers found my already sticky entrance, and he cursed under his breath.

“Always so ready for me,” he rasped, as I stroked his length softly.

Then he pushed it inside me—hard, and sudden, stretching me open with that perfect burn that made my eyes roll back. I bit down on his shoulder to muffle the moan as he thrust once, twice, deep and punishing, his forehead pressed to mine.

“Missed this,” he growled. “I missed you bunny,”

I couldn’t speak. I only nod, clinging to him as I rock my hips to meet him. The desk creaked under us. His fingers dug into my hips hard enough to bruise. But I wanted it. I wanted the marks.

He threw his head back, groaning harder as his cum came close.

“Fuck! I’m gonna nuts inside you bunny, I’m gonna cum,” he whispered in my ears, sending shivers down my spine until I was getting close.

“Yes daddy, I'm cumming,” I cried as I bucked my hips faster against his dick.

“Make a mess on daddy’s cock bunny, cum on that cock,” he ordered. His dirty words sent me aback until I spilled all my cum on his cock. I caught his lips so hard to stop my moan, and he kissed me back.

“There you go bunny, good girl,” he praised as I tried to catch my breath. His forehead leaned on mine for a long minute when the doorknob rattled, and we both froze.

A woman’s voice resounded from the hallway. “Jalen? Are you in there? The board meeting got moved up—”

I gasped and he quickly covered my mouth. “Professor Lang,” he whispered.

Jalen’s body went rigid. His eyes locked on mine—wide, He didn’t pull out, I could still feel his dick hard against my walls, he just stayed buried deep inside me as my pussy gripped his cock like it was begging for more. One hand clamping gently over my mouth.

I could feel him throb inside me.

The knob rattled again.

“Jalen?”

He swallowed once, voice steady even though his pulse hammered against my skin. “Just finishing up some grading, Elena. Give me five,” he answered, his voice cracky and steady.

“…Alright. Don’t be late,” she said before retreating.

The second she was gone, he started moving again—slow and deliberately dragging every inch out before slamming back in.

“Almost got caught because of you,” he murmured against my ear, voice rough with restraint. “You and that fucking look in your eyes that drives me crazy.”

I whimpered behind his hand.

“Cum for me again, bunny. Quick. Before she comes back.”

He plunged in three more hard thrusts and I shattered silently, nails digging into his back. He cummed seconds later, burying his face in my neck, groaning my name like a prayer as he spilled inside me.

“Fuck,” he groaned.

“Yessss,” I cried.

We stayed like that for a long heartbeat—panting, lips slamming against each other slowly.

Then reality crept back in.

He pulled out carefully and his cum spilled out,

‘Shit, what a mess,” he chucked and I smiled. I pulled out the baby wipes lying in my bag to clean up before fixing my clothes with gentle hands. He kissed my forehead like I was something precious.

“I have to go,” he said quietly.

I nodded.

But as he turned to unlock the door, something twisted in my chest as I remembered the video of Marian and Jordan still sitting in my phone.

I opened my mouth—

But the words wouldn’t come.

He glanced back once, eyes soft. “See you soon, bunny.”

Then he was gone.

I sat on the edge of his desk for a long minute, legs still trembling, and my heart still racing, the secret I was carrying heavier than it had ever been.

I didn’t know how much longer I could keep it inside, I didn't want to hurt him.