All Chapters of Teach me, Mr Blackwood: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

_Aurora’s POV_Angelica was trying so hard to get into my head and I hated to admit that it was starting to work. My grip on the coffee cup tightened as I made my way to Damien’s office, my heels clicking against the tiled floor.Angelica was starting to show up everywhere. In the meetings. In my space. Heck, she even showed up in my dreams already.And it was starting to tick me off. I needed to get rid of her somehow. If she had been bothering a different person, it would have been different.But she chose me.I almost felt special.I knocked on the door, waiting for Damien to answer.When the quiet ‘come in’ reached my ears, I turned the door handle and pushed it open.“Sir, I’m here with your coffee…” My voice trailed off as Damien sipped from a cup I definitely hadn't brought.Who got him a cup then? God it's better not be…“Hi, ma’am. You were late so I thought to bring in Mr. Blackwood’s coffee.” That was the last voice I wanted to hear right now aaid from my left and I tur

_Aurora’s POV_I pushed up from my bed with a jolt, my eyes darting around my room.“I’m late. Fuck!” i cried out as I tore my clothess ofd my body.My clock read 10:51 and I knew I was actually dead. “Fuck fuck!” I repeated, turning on my shower and letting the hot water hit my back. I had paid for my electricity after I had gotten my first months salary from Damien. I swear it felt so good to earn ypur own money.Washing up quickly, I ran out with my body still damp, pulling my panties on. I pulled a sleeveless shirt over my head, pulling matching pants up as I slipped into my heels.I didn’t have the time to stretch my hair, so I tied it up into a bun, hoping I didn’t look homeless. Grabbing my phone and bag, I dashed out of my apartment.“Blackwood inc.” I said to rhe cab driver, slipping into my passenger seat. “Are you sure you have the right location?” The driver asked, confusion etched on his face.“You would think after working for a while, I would forget my plave pf wo

_Aurora’s POV_The sound echoed through the room, my hands stinging from the impact.Angelica’s head snapped to the side, her perfect hair shifting from the force.For a moment, no one breathed.Not Angelica.Not Isabelle.Not the people watching.Not even me.I had listened to her rubbish for far too long to not react this time. She needs to learn to stop saying whatever rubbish comes to her empty head.Angelica’s hand slowly rose to her cheek. Her fingers trembled as they touched the red mark blooming on her skin.Her eyes turned back to me.Wide.Shocked. Like she couldn’t believe I had actually raised my hand to her.And then—Wet.She laughed softly.Actually laughed.It was quiet. Broken. Disbelieving.For a moment I wondered if she was actually okay.“You slapped me,” she whispered, like she couldn’t understand it.I didn’t respond.Because if I opened my mouth, I wouldn’t stop at words.Her eyes darkened and then suddenly, her expression changed.Her lips trembled.Her should

_Aurora’s POV_“Say one more word about my daughter,” he said, “and you will regret it for the rest of your life.”Angelica looked like she had forgotten how to breath. Her lips parted, but no sound came out. Her fingers trembled at her sides, her shoulders shaking under the weight of his stare.It satisfied me so much to see her in tbis situation. I wanted to see what sort of excuse she would give to escape this. Damien didn’t blink, or speak. Behind him, Isabelle’s small fingers clutched his shirt tightly, her face half hidden in the fabric. She peeked out cautiously, her wide eyes darting between Angelica and me.She had dropped the act of a tough girl and was finally showing how much of a child she was. Angelica noticed.And for a moment, something ugly flickered across her face again.Resentment.Jealousy.Hatred.But it was quickly swallowed by fear.I think she was finally understanding the state she was in. “I didn’t know,” Angelica whispered again, weaker this time. “Dam

_Aurora’s POV_The ride home from thr hospital was filled with silence. Isabelle was asleep on my lap, her small fingers curled around my top. Damien sat beside me, staring out of the window.I looked at the driver once more, catching his eyes in the rear-view mirror. We held eye contact for a few seconds before I tore my gaze away.I wasn’t aware Damien had a driver because he always drove himself around, so it was a surprise actually to see someone driving him. “Are you okay?” Damien asked and I shifted my gaze to him. I stared at his face silently for a few seconds, my thoughts racing. He was the one with the stab wound and yet he was asking me if I was okay. He could have died while saving me. The doctors said both have gotten punctured, with no internal bleeding. But fuck, his surface wound was deep. The bitch has really tried to kill someone with that fork. I let out a sigh as I nodded my head, realizing Damien was still waiting for my answer. “I’m fine. My hand only hurt