what the fu...?

~Bonnie

The next morning hit me like a soft hangover, not from alcohol, but from everything else.

My body still remembered every place he’d touched, every sound I’d made against his desk. I woke up sore in the best way, the torn pink lace still balled up in the corner of my room like evidence I hadn’t bothered to hide.

I showered slowly, let the hot water chase the ache, then dressed carefully, white blouse tied at the waist, high waisted black trousers that hugged my hips without screaming for attention, then I put on my low heels with glasses on.

Professional enough for campus, subtle enough that only he would notice how the blouse gaped just right when I leaned forward.

I was halfway to school, cab stuck in morning traffic when my phone buzzed.

Mum.

“Don’t forget, baby girl. Dinner tonight at The Orchid Hotel, 8 pm sharp. You’re finally meeting him, your new stepdad. Dress nice. I’m so excited for you two to get along. Love you “

I stared at the message, thumb hovering. New stepdad. The words should’ve been one of the best things I was willing to hear.

Instead, a strange little laugh bubbled up in my chest.

I couldn’t be less happy. I was buzzing. Yesterday had rewired something inside me, his hands, his mouth, the way he’d said “good girl” like it was a secret only we shared. Of course, it was.

I’d stayed up almost till dawn scrolling through videos, reading articles, memorizing new ways to move, to touch, to please him. Crazy? Probably. Foolish? Definitely.

I didn’t care. I wanted to impress him today. I wanted him to look at me in the middle of a sentence and forget what he was saying.

The cab lurched forward. I tucked the phone away, smiling at nothing.

Bianca caught me just outside the lecture hall, arms crossed, eyebrows already raised.

“Girl,” she said, falling into step beside me. “You ghosted my texts all night. Spill. How’d yesterday go with Professor Fine? Did he give you the bracelet or did he give you something else?”

I laughed quietly, “He gave me the bracelet. And… other things.”

She stopped walking. “Other things like…?”

“Like I can’t tell you in the corridor,” I said, glancing around. A few classmates passed, nodding hello. “Come with me.”

I led her down the side corridor, past the vending machines, toward the quieter end of the building where his office was. We stopped outside the door, the hallway was empty.

Bianca leaned against the wall, arms folded. “You’re stalling. Talk.”

I leaned beside her, voice low. “Yesterday… we crossed a line. A big one. Multiple times.”

Her eyes widened. “You fucked him?”

I didn’t answer right away. I just looked at the door like it might open on its own.

“He locked it,” I said finally. “Then he had me on the desk, then on my knees. Then… everywhere else.”

Bianca’s mouth dropped open. “Bonnie Voss. You are an absolute legend.”

I laughed again, softer this time. “I don’t know if it’s legendary or insane. Probably both.”

She studied my face. “You okay? Like… really okay?”

I nodded slowly. “I’m more than okay. I feel… alive. Like I’ve been waiting for someone to see me this way my whole life. And he does. He sees everything.”

She reached out, squeezed my arm. “Just be careful, yeah? Professors don’t play fair when they want something. And you deserve someone who plays for keeps, not just for a sex toy.”

“I know,” I said. “But right now… I don’t want to be careful. I want him, even if it's just to be a sex toy, I really don't care.”

She exhaled, half laughing, half shaking her head. “You’re gone. Completely gone.”

“Maybe,” I admitted. “But I’m happy to be gone.”

Then my phone buzzed again, Mum, probably with more dinner details. I glanced at the screen, smiled, and slipped it back in my pocket.

“Come on,” I told Bianca. “Walk me to class. I’ll tell you the rest later. The parts that won’t get us expelled.”

She linked her arm through mine. “Deal. But you owe me every filthy detail. And if he hurts you, I’m coming for his tenure.”

I laughed.

We turned the corner together, my heels clicking softly against the tile, the memory of his voice still echoing in my ears.

Tonight I’d meet my new stepdad. It was a wish I always prayed for, and I'm going to have it tonight. Finally, my mum will find love again. I went out of the school to collect the clothes I'd wear tonight, my mum personally ordered one for me.

I was already running late for my next lecture, mind still half in how I'm gonna meet my stepdad, when the heel of my shoe caught on a loose tile in the corridor outside the literature wing.

One step forward, my ankle twisted, my bag slipped from my shoulder and everything spilled. Books, pens, my phone skittering across the floor like it had a mind of its own.

I cursed under my breath, dropped to my knees to gather it all. The corridor was quiet, most students already in class. I reached for the phone first, screen cracked but still lit I and saw the time, 11:47. I'm late again.

That’s when I heard the door behind me open. “Bonnie.” His voice. Low, calm, unmistakable.

I froze on all fours, ass up, skirt riding dangerously high, the lace in my hand like damning evidence. I looked over my shoulder.

Professor Marcellus stood in the doorway of his office, arms crossed, watching me with that same unreadable intensity. The door had been ajar, just a crack and I must have bumped it when I fell.

He stepped aside. “Come in.”

I stood slowly, smoothing my skirt, clutching the scattered items to my chest like a shield. My heart was already racing.

“I didn’t mean to…” I started.

“I know.” He closed the door behind me. Locked it. The click sounded louder than it should have.

He took the books from my arms, set them on the desk, then turned back to me.

Before I could answer, he spun me around fast, and pushed me forward until my hips hit the edge of the desk.

My palms slapped down on the wood for balance. He kicked my legs wider, flipped the skirt up, and hooked his fingers under the new pair of pants I’d worn today, white lace this time.

He pulled one sharp tug and the fabric tore with a soft rip. I gasped.

He leaned over my back, mouth at my ear. “Quiet, Bonnie. Someone might hear how sweet you sound when you break.”

Then he was inside me, no warning, no slow build, just one hard thrust that made me cry out against my forearm, I instantly forgot the styles I wanted to show him.

He didn’t pause. He fucked me fast, deep, relentless, one hand gripping my hip, the other fisted in my hair, pulling my head back so he could watch my face in the reflection of the window.

I came twice before he finished, once on his cock alone, once when he reached around and rubbed my clit in tight circles until I shattered again.

When he finally pulled out, I was trembling with a wet thigh and ragged breath.

He kissed the back of my neck once, soft, almost tender then stepped back.

“Clean yourself up,” he said. “There’s a bathroom through that door.”

I showered quickly, fixed my makeup, and smoothed my clothes. When I came out, he was already dressed, hair neat, like nothing had happened.

I left his office in a daze, legs still weak, the taste of him lingering even after I brushed my teeth twice. Then I went home and slept until the horn of a car woke me up.

Then I checked my phone and realized my mum texted me that my stepdad proposed to bring me with an Uber.

The Uber was black, sleek, waiting exactly where he said it would be. I slid in, gave the driver the hotel address, and stared out the window the whole ride, replaying every second of the day.

By the time I stepped into The Orchid at 7:58, I looked like a different person. My hair swept up, deep red dress that hugged every curve, heels high enough to make my legs look endless.

I felt like a goddess walking in to claim her throne. Or her ruin.

I spotted Mum from across the room, standing, waving, beaming with joy. Beside her, a man in a dark suit, back to me. Tall. Broad shoulder.

I walked over, heart steady for the first time all day.

Mum saw me, lit up, kissed my cheek. “Bon Bon! You look stunning.”

She turned to the man. “Sweetheart, this is my daughter, Bonnie.”

He turned.

Professor Marcellus.

His hand lifted mine to his lips, gentlemanly, and perfectly kissed my knuckles.

Then he raised his head. Our eyes met.

His fingers loosened instantly. My hand dropped like it burned.

I felt the color drain from my face. My other hand flew to my mouth.

He stared at me, shock, recognition, something darker flashing through his eyes.

Mum was still smiling, oblivious.

“Isn’t he handsome?” she said, looping her arm through his. “Marcellus and I… we’re getting married soon. You’re going to have a stepdad, baby girl.”

I couldn’t speak. He couldn’t look away.

Karma hadn’t just orchestrated this. It had written the whole damn script. And we were both starring in it.