All Chapters of LORENZO, MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

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63. She Loves You

LEXI; I woke to the sound of machines beeping. For a second, I didn't remember where I was. Why my throat hurt. Why there was an IV in my arm and the taste of something chemical in my mouth. Then it all came rushing back. The vodka. The pills I'd found in Maya's medicine cabinet—sleep medication prescribed after her grandfather died. Just a few, I'd thought. Just enough to stop thinking. Stop feeling. Stop everything. I'd sat on my bed and swallowed them with vodka. Chased oblivion like it was the only thing left. Hadn't meant to— Or had I? I didn't know anymore. The room was dim. One small light above my bed. Medical equipment crowded around me, monitoring things I couldn't name. And sitting in the chair beside my bed, looking like he hadn't slept in days, was Damon. "What... where am I?" He looked up, and the relief on his face was so raw it hurt to see. "Hospital. You scared the hell out of me." His voice. God, his voice. I'd been trying so hard not to hear it in my he

64. Painful Realization

DAMON "She's not safe." Maya gestured toward the room. "She's in a hospital bed because you broke her heart trying to save her. How is that keeping her safe?" She was right. I'd been so focused on protecting Lexi from external consequences—Cara, the Dean, her father—that I hadn't considered the internal damage I was causing. Hadn't realized that sometimes the greatest danger comes from the wounds we can't see. "What do I do?" I asked. "You tell her the truth. All of it. And then you let her decide what happens next." Maya pointed at me. "But if you hurt her again, Professor or not, I will make your life hell. Understood?" "Understood." She started to walk away, then paused. "For what it's worth? I think you two are good together. When she's with you, she's... lighter. Happier. Like she can breathe." "She can't breathe if she's expelled." "And she can't breathe if she's dead." Maya looked back at me. "So figure out how to fix this. Before it's too late." She left. I stood th

65. He's Mine!

LEXI "Absolutely not." Damon was pacing my dorm room, running his hands through his hair for the third time in as many minutes. Maya sat on her bed, phone in hand, watching us both like this was the most interesting thing she'd seen all semester. Which, to be fair, it probably was. "It's the only way," I said, keeping my voice calm. Reasonable. "We need proof that Cara set everything up. Real, undeniable proof." "So we go to the Dean, tell him what happened—" "With what evidence?" I stood up from my bed, ignoring the way my head still felt a little fuzzy from the hospital. "It's her word against ours. She has photos of me leaving your apartment. Text messages. Meanwhile, we have... what? A story about blackmail that we can't prove?" "The text she sent you this morning—" "Doesn't prove anything. She'll say she was being concerned. Helpful." I crossed my arms. "We need her to confess. On record." "How?" Maya asked, leaning forward. "She's not stupid. She's not just going to admi

66. Fuck You

"What do you mean, I'll be gone?" She smiled. Actually smiled, like she was proud of herself. "You're unstable, Lexi. Everyone can see it. First you attacked me in the hallway—witnesses saw you lose control. Then the drinking, the hospital visit. You're clearly having a breakdown." "I didn't attack you—" "That's not what my witnesses say. And the academy board is already concerned." She examined her nails. "I expressed my worries as a fellow student. Mentioned that you've been struggling, that maybe the pressure is too much. That perhaps, for your own safety, you should take a leave of absence." My blood ran cold. "You can't do that—" "I already did. They're reviewing your case this week." Cara looked up, met my eyes. "And once you're gone, I'll be here to help Professor Cross through his guilt. Console him. Show him what a real woman can offer instead of some broken little girl who can't handle college." Rage flooded through me. Hot and vicious and cleansing. "You really think

67. The Recording

The recording continued. Every word. Every confession. Every damning statement about the warehouse, about Marcus, about her plans to get me expelled. I watched Cara's face go white. Watched her realize she'd been trapped. "That's—you can't—" she stammered. "Sounds like a confession to me," I said. The Dean's expression had gone from grave to thunderous. "Miss Reeves." His voice was cold. "Did you orchestrate an assault on a fellow student?" "I didn't—it wasn't—I just—" The recording was still playing, filling in every gap she tried to create. *"I didn't drug you. That was all Marcus. Boys will be boys... But I knew your professor wouldn't be able to resist..."* "That's enough." Dean Morrison stopped the recording. Looked at Cara with something like disgust. "Miss Reeves, you are expelled effective immediately. Assault, blackmail, conspiracy to endanger a student—any one of those would be grounds for expulsion. Together? You're lucky I'm not calling the police." "You can't—my

68. New Professor

LEXI I knew the moment I stepped onto campus that everyone knew. The whispers started before I even reached the main quad. I felt eyes on me from every direction—students clustered in groups, heads bent together, voices dropping to hushed murmurs as I passed. "That's her." "—sleeping with Professor Cross—" "—no wonder her grades were so good—" The words followed me like ghosts. I kept my head up, shoulders back, the way my father had taught me. An Alpha's daughter doesn't cower. Doesn't show weakness. But inside, I was crumbling. Maya appeared beside me, linking her arm through mine. "Fuck them," she said loudly enough for nearby students to hear. "They're just jealous." "Of what?" I muttered. "Being the campus scandal?" "Of you getting what they all wanted." She squeezed my arm. "Half the girls here have fantasized about Professor Cross. You actually had the guts to go for it." "Yeah, and look where that got me." We walked toward the academic building, passing

69. Desperate Sex

"I know this situation is difficult," he said. "I'm fine." "Are you? Because I've been briefed on what happened. The expulsion. The... complications with Professor Cross." He said Damon's name carefully, like it might explode. "That's a lot to deal with." "I'm managing." "I'm sure you are. You're clearly a strong young woman." He smiled. "But you're also a talented fighter. I saw your file. Top marks in all your combat assessments. I'd hate to see gossip ruin your focus." "It won't." "Good. Because I want you to know—whatever happened before, you're starting fresh with me. No judgment. No assumptions." He paused. "And if you need extra help, if you feel like you're falling behind because of the transition, I'm happy to offer private training sessions. Keep your skills sharp." Something about the offer made my skin prickle. Not overtly threatening. Just... off. "Thank you, but I don't need extra help." "The offer stands." He pushed off the desk, came a step closer. "Professor C

70. Impromptu Visitation

LEXI "I love you," he said. "I know we have said it already, but I need you to know....how much I love you. After today. After everything. I love you so much baby." Tears pricked my eyes. "I love you too." He pushed inside slowly. So slowly. Inch by inch until he was fully seated. We both groaned. "Fuck, you feel perfect," he said. "So do you." He started moving. Long, deep strokes that hit every nerve ending. Not rushed. Not frantic like we'd been before. This was different. This was about connection. About reclaiming each other after the exposure. About proving that what we had was real, was worth all the pain and judgment. His forehead pressed against mine as he moved. Our breath mingled. Our bodies moved together like they'd been designed for this. "Look at me," he said. I did. His eyes were intense, burning with something beyond just desire. "You're mine," he said. "Say it." "I'm yours." "And I'm yours. No matter what anyone says. No matter who's watching or judgin

71. Fidgeting

LEXI "And this is the main training facility," I said, pushing open the heavy double doors. "State of the art equipment. Indoor and outdoor ranges. Full gym." Nick and Eli followed me inside, heads swiveling to take in the massive space. Morning sunlight streamed through the high windows, illuminating rows of exercise equipment, practice mats, and weapons racks. "Damn," Eli breathed. "This makes our pack training grounds look like a playground." "It's impressive," Nick agreed, running his hand along a bench press setup. "Your father will be pleased to hear you have access to quality facilities." I forced a smile. "Yeah. I'm really lucky." We'd been touring campus for two hours now. I'd shown them the academic buildings, the library, the student center, my dorm. Everywhere except the places that mattered—Damon's office, the hotel where we'd been yesterday, the parking garage where we'd fucked two nights ago. Everywhere except the truth. "Lexi Morales!" I turned. Professor Raine

72. ....Need To Be Inside You

His eyes were so earnest. So concerned. This was Eli—my best friend since childhood. Other than Olandria. There are the two people who knew me better than almost anyone. I almost told him everything. Almost said I'm in love with my professor and everyone knows and I can't touch him in public and it's killing me. But Nick was sitting right there. And anything I told Eli would eventually make its way back to my father. So I took a breath and lied. "Just been a rough few weeks. The thing with Cara—" "The girl who got expelled?" Nick leaned forward. "What exactly happened there?" I told them the sanitized version. Cara had been harassing me. Things escalated. She attacked me in the training facility. I had proof of her confession about orchestrating previous incidents. The Dean expelled her. Clean. Simple. Leaving out the warehouse, the drugs, Marcus and his friends, the blackmail, Damon. Leaving out everything that mattered. "And you're sure you're okay?" Eli asked. "T

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