LOGIN“Are you into threesomes?”. Imagine your soon to be husband popping that question on your first date. Red thought the worst thing that could happen to her was being forced into an arranged marriage by her family until she walked into her first master’s lecture and saw her ‘husband’ standing at the front of the class.Their marriage was supposed to stay private. A quiet family deal. A contract neither of them asked for. In front of everyone else, Art Wilson was just the brilliant professor every girl whispered about. In private, he was the man she was legally tied to, the man who looked at her like he already knew every way to ruin her.
View MoreSo I was definitely sober now. What the actual...fuck? My hands immediately flew up in surrender. “Don’t move,” the man’s voice shook behind me and the cold metal pressed harder into my back. My whole body locked up. “You've got it, I'm not moving,” I said, trying to move my eyes without moving anything else. Of course, just when I thought I'd had it all happen to me. What do you want from me?” “J...just give me your money,” he stuttered, “your purse, now.” "You can have the fucking purse," I attempted to toss the purse at him but paused, he was unpredictable and I didn't know what he would do with sudden movements. "All my bank cards are in there man, just take it and leave." "Don't fucking move!" He snapped. "I'm literally as frozen as ice." He sounded young and nervous, the gun kept shaking against my back. That was his mistake. I took one slow breath, then suddenly twisted hard on my heel. “What the fuck-” he started to say. I grabbed his wrist with
I blinked. And despite it all, I broke into laughter. "Yeah no, I'm not dealing with two control freaks in one day," I chuckled, raking my fingers through my hair. Art clicked the first aid kit shut and tossed it back in the glove box. He leaned back in the driver seat and looked at me with one eyebrow raised. "First of all, I'm freaked out by the fact that you fucking knew where my boyfriend lives," I started counting on my fingers, lifting them to his face, "and two, if we are indeed getting married after all, I will get to have a say." He nodded with a blank face, one hand dropping on the stirring wheel as he shrugged one shoulder. He turned to me with clear amusement on his face, “you’re out here yelling at me but not the one who put his hands on you?” he said with a small laugh. He chuckled and raised both hands in surrender. “Fine, do as you please, Red.” I unbuckled my seatbelt fast and pushed the door open, “whatever. I’m done.” I got out and slammed the
At first I didn't process his words but then I saw him walking away. "Wait, what?" I trailed after him. I couldn't catch up because his legs were trailing down those steps at the speed of light. By the time I got outside, all I heard was the zooming off of his Range Rover "Shit, shit!" I groaned, fumbling for my car keys. I pulled out of there at full speed, trailing after him. Why the fuck did he even care? I was sure be didn't know where Dawson lived... Right? Wrong! Every corner, every traffic light, this man was getting it all accurately. "What the actual fuck?!" I honked my horn on repeat, trying to beat the cars that tried to come between us, none of that got him to stop. I knew people were staring at the hot chase in the middle of Manhattan but I couldn't care less. When he turned onto Dawson’s street I felt sick. He parked right in front of the building. I slammed my brakes and jumped out. "What are you doing right now?" I held his wrist but it did no
Surely I was seeing things. Was his cocky attitude haunting me now? I shook my head hard but it didn't erase the fact that Art Wilson was one of my professors? How on earth was he professor? He was only 28. His eyes lingered on me for a second longer before he continued his lecture. His words mumbled into gibberish as all I could scream in my head was no...no...no. I collected my things, and sprinted out of that class, not caring about the murmurs it stirred. I was probably deaf until I drove out of the campus. * I leaned my head against the steering wheel before drawing out a long sigh. I undid my seatbelt, and clicked my tongue, rummaging through my bag for my spare keys. Dawson lived in a condo downtown and I hated it whenever I had to come down here. I was mid way through inserting the key in the hole when the white door swung open. A strong hand wrapped around my wrist, forcefully yanking me inside. "Jesus Christ, Dawson..." I groaned, rubbing my affect












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