He's Jealous

Lyon's POV 

I hissed in frustration as my kind kept rewinding to the scene that happened at my place today. I couldn't get her disappointed face out of my mind.

“Damn!” I screamed, throwing away the files in my hand in anger. I couldn't concentrate no matter how I tried, it was like she was tormenting me for not giving her the job.

She was more than qualified for the job, but I couldn't risk having her in the same room with me. She was already dangerous for me from afar, I couldn't have her so close.

“You did the right thing, you wouldn't want your hard work go..” I was saying, but hissed in frustration as her face popped up in front of me again.

Damn, I'm losing my mind! 

“But I think she needs the money, and that face she made..” I mumbled, but a sigh escaped my mouth not wanting to think of her anymore.

But knowing I will be seeing her in class tomorrow after what happened today, I didn't know how to act. Maybe I should just quit, and go back to the company. I shook my head knowing that was out of the option.

“Keep it together, Lyon. You are going to be free soon, you just have to hold on for a year more.” I said remembering my promise to my grandfather.

After my messy divorce 5 years ago, I had a lot of backlash from the public because my ex wife, who decided to be petty, and used the media against me. My public image was tarnished, and that affected the stocks of SAN group, which led to the board members asking me to step down, but I refused which led to a messy struggle in the board.

I later agreed to step down after my grandfather asked me to take a lecturing job at SAN business school. After 5 years I can regain my position. I took the job with faith in that, and a lot of people in school didn't recognize me, so I decided to keep a low profile for 5 years, which was the reason why I mustn't get involved in any scandal.

Not even with her.

My phone blared, and when I picked it up I was shocked with the information I heard.

“What do you mean he's out again?” I asked in anger as I ran my hands through my hair. “That troublemaker, don't worry I will find him, and bring him home.” 

I hung up on the phone, and I dialed my nephew, Jared's number, but he didn't reply to my calls. That boy has made it his priority to always get into trouble, but it was a critical time for the company. I mustn't let a scandal ruin my hardwork. Even though I didn't show my face at work I was still the CEO, and I made most decisions.

“Prepare my car,” I ordered my chauffeur before I left my study room, but my eyes caught her résumé which had her picture, and I ruffled a sigh before I walked out.

I drove to the club,he frequents, entered but I hissed in disgust when the wave of dizziness hit me due to the effect of the loud music. I wouldn't want to be a boomer, but I didn't understand why people enjoyed clubbing so much. I would rather study the stock market than doing that.

“Where could he be?” I mumbled as I looked around, but my steps faltered when I heard a familiar voice.

“Let's go!” I heard a familiar voice, and I knew there was no way it wasn't hers, but she wasn't in sight. The voice came again, and I ran to where the sound was coming from only to see a scene that made my blood boil.

I saw her pressed against the wall while a blonde guy tried to get his hands into her clothes, and the only thing I could see at the time was blood.

“You idiot!” I screamed, and before the man could understand what was going on he was groaning on the floor with me punching the life out of him.

“Professor Sander!” I heard her call, but I was so invested in taking the life of the pervert that I didn't bother with her. “Let him go! You are going to kill him!” She begged, but I didn't listen.

I only let him go when she dragged me off the pervert, and my hand was covered in blood, which made me hissed in disgust.

“What are you doing? Are you planning to kill him?” She asked, and I got mad seeing that was blaming me after saving her.

“And what are you doing, Jennifer? Is this what you are? Do you really need money that badly? Is that why you resorted to selling yourself?” I flared, and I watched her eyes brimmed with tears hearing my words. That came out wrongly.

“Yes, you are right, I need money that much that I resorted to selling myself, are you happy now!” She rumbled, and I felt ashamed.

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..” I was saying, but a voice interrupted me. “Who's this old man?” The pervert on the floor groaned, and I kicked him which left him unconscious, but I heard a sob behind which shocked.

She was crying.

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say all those cruel words, I'm sorry if I had hurt you.” I apologised profusely cupping her face in my hands, as I wiped her tears. I didn't notice our close proximity or my actions because I was too anxious.

“Why do you care about what I feel, professor? Did you not deprive me of a job because I'm your student, do you have the right to act like this!” She blurted, taking off my hands, but I didn't let her go.

“Let go of me!” She rasped, but I didn't know what came over me as I pressed my body against her. “Then what do you want me to do? Tell me what to do, and I will do it.” I said mindlessly as I inhaled her scent.

“Really?” She asked, and her breath fanned my neck. My blood boiled, as I felt all my self control flying away feeling her soft breast against my chest, I almost let out a moan, but I held it in until I noticed a sneaky behaviour from her.

“What are you doing?” I asked with a ragged breath as I felt her hand unhooking my belt.

“I..erm..I..your belt looks familiar.” She blurted, and I looked at her strangely. 

What's that? Does her boyfriend have something like this? But that's not right, this was custom-made for me.

“Really? Does someone you know have it?” I asked through gritted teeth, and I didn't know why I felt jealous thinking about how close she was with that person.

Could she have a boyfriend?