Zane calls the local sheriff's office for help with dispersing the maddening crowd of reporters pounding at his front door, disturbing the otherwise tranquil environment with their unexpected loud intrusion. I go to the bedroom, stunned and feeling like I am in a dream. A simulation where everything that could go wrong has gone wrong and I wasn't even aware. I wasn't prepared. I have a rough idea of what is supposed to be going on, but then it is all so disjointed in my head that I don't trust it. I need to find out what all the ruckus is about. As I walk to the bedroom, I hear Zane's agitated angry voice demanding the cops arrive immediately. I have never heard him sound so angry, so violently bothered. It is like being in a house with a stranger. My hands shake as I grab my phone. Maggie was the one calling. I decide to call her back, it would be better to get the full picture of what is supposed to be going on from my best friend, than strangers online or classmates who don't give
The first picture is of us in the lecture hall. Right on the podium, my back against the projector screen, and Zane leaning in. The position is incriminating on all counts, there is no justification for why a student and her lecturer should be standing that close or be in that position. It is not a very clear picture and it is obvious that it was taken from behind something, like a door on the far end of the huge lecture hall. But my face can be seen, and I look guilty. I have a blush on my face and the look in my eyes is of pure yearning, it would have been embarrassing under different circumstances. My God. The second picture is of me at his door. Hesitant and blushing as I pull it open. The third is of us at the party from five days ago. At the bar. Then outside, Zane behind me. With my lungs laboring for air as I scroll down, I see us, illuminated by the bright overhead lights, Zane is holding me from behind. Then in another less clear picture where it is obvious that we have gon
Zane Orion POV::The sheriff and his men managed to disperse the reporters after a few minutes of loud almost violent persuasion, they also held off any new opportunistic one coming in. It is finally quiet, though the sense of tranquility is forever ruined for me. For Alex, too. I will never forgive Hillary Harris for this. I can't believe she still has her vendetta against me, I don't even remember what our clash was about, but it is obvious that she does and she is having the time of her life right now, tearing me apart, ruining my reputation that I have worked years to build. I met Hillary for the first time about seven years ago on one of my media rounds for my debut. We had an argument about some mundane thing, I was outspoken and brash and I shot her down, more like embarrassed her, and the media ran with it the way it usually does. Made that interview into something larger than what it really was. It eventually died down and I continued my media rounds without any more meetings
"I am sorry, Zane. We will put up a fight, but this scandal changes everything. I will be honest with you and put our chances at less than forty percent." Matt adds salt to my open wounds and it festers. My mouth goes dry. This is bad. The silence stretches. All my anger at Hilary and the world, everything seeps out of me in a cold sweat. Matt's matter of fact voice rings in my head over and over again, I might lose Luna. She is my sun. My life. My princess. I can't lose her. My God. All these would have been for nothing. I open my mouth to talk but a sharp knock at the door steals my attention. I curse low on my breath, it better not be a reporter at that door. Alex gets up, she pulls the cover off her face. She doesn't look like she had slept much. My heart wrenches at the terrified look in her eyes. This is what I have done to her. My God. I don't think I will ever be able to sleep with the guilt. "I will get back to you, Matt. But please, do work on that lawsuit against Hillary
"Mrs. Johnson..." Zane starts again, a wince marring his handsome features. I want to rescue him from my mother but I know that would only infuriate her further, she is barely keeping her emotions under control. "Mr. Orion, I am doing my very best to stay calm, don't make this harder than it should be for me." My mother says, she cuts her gaze to me and I shrink into myself. "Alexandria." She doesn't have to say much. I didn't bring anything so there isn't anything to get. But she doesn't know that and I suspect she wouldn't want to know about how I got here, with nothing because I was feeling adventurous and carefree, in love and crazy. "Mrs. Johnson, I think you have got the wrong idea here. I am so sorry you had to find out about us through the gossips of a vengeful reporter. It is not at all what it looks like." Zane takes a step back from her when she cuts her icy glare back at him. "It is not what it looks like? Is that what you said? It is not what it looks like?!" My mothe
"Mom..." I call her name, lost for words to say. Then as if in a slow motion picture, my mother raises her hand and slaps Zane across the face, the force of the hit jerks his head back so he turns to face me for a second, disbelief and pain in his eyes, I stare at him helplessly, my mouth open in a soundless cry of surprise. "You bastard! You fucking bastard! I am going to sue you to hell! I am going to fucking ruin your life. How dare you! How dare you!" She grabs him by the collar and starts hitting him on the chest, screaming curses at his face. I am frozen for a second, completely stunned by the outburst, Zane appears frozen too, he doesn't make a move to get out of her clutches, he just stands there, taking hit after hit, I rush to her side and pull back her hand that she has raised to hit him again. "Mom! Stop! You are hurting him! Stop! He didn't do anything wrong!" I yell, she strains against my weak hold, and gets free, I don't brace myself because I didn't know she was goi
"Mom, for the last time, you are not suing Zane or the college. I told you already! It was consensual! He didn't take advantage of me. We are in a relationship. We are in love! I know how this sounds but you have to trust me, for Christ's sake. Just this once, trust me on this and let it go. I am not suing him! You can't make me! I am not a minor and I definitely wasn't one when we got together. This is absurd!" I have been back home for a week now and this is the hundredth time we are having this conversation. It makes me want to pull my hair out strand by strand. No matter what I say, my mother doesn't back down. I have tried all I possibly could, she simply wouldn't try to understand. I guess I can't blame her much about it anyway, considering the fact that the scandal is still waxing as strong as ever. Zane is suing Hillary and her network station for defamation. They are countersuing him for reasons I didn't even bother understanding, I just know it is an attempt at saving face.
"Daisy. What did she say?" I swallow, there is a lump lodged in my throat. Could this be why Zane didn't reply my message since yesterday?"It is bad." Maggie says simply, it is all she has to say because I can just tell. And it is. I read the scathing article with my heart in my throat. Daisy talks about the problems she had in her marriage with Zane. His infidelity with his past students. His neglect of her during their child's early years. How she walked in on us at his home. How she tried to warn me off him. She has somehow made the story into a case of her trying to look out for me and Zane not allowing it to happen. It makes me nauseous, how easy it is to twist the truth into something so ugly and untrue. I stop reading it multiple times to clutch my head in my hands. I am not prepared for the last bit where she talked about going to court for sole custody of their child because Zane has proved to be unfit to be a father. I start chewing my fingers. It is a bad habit I picked
He gives his charming smile and nods, "Hello to you too, Madeleine." He says good-naturedly. The audience is still cheering and clapping. Someone uses the teleprompter to ask for silence, and it still takes a few seconds for the studio to go quiet so Madeleine can continue. They love him. My heart fills with pride. And love, too. I am so grateful that we are past that dark phase in his life two years ago where it felt like he was losing everything, and it was my fault. "Let's get right into this book!" Madeleine says, and the audience erupts with cheering and applause again. But it is quickly controlled. "First off, I want to talk about the process. It is very rare to see projects like this. I know of authors coming together to write biographies or translating books. But actually writing together? That is new and different. Alex, I want to know what the writing process was like for you. Orion is already quite established and experienced, but this was your debut!" Madeleine asks me.
"I have no idea." I say, truthfully. I really don't. I have still not come to terms with the thought that I am not going to return to the college for the new session. Since Zane is not going back, it makes no sense for me to. That is how it works now. That is how it will be from now on. "Okay. We can put a pin on that for now, then. Back to my offer, what do you think, Alex?" Zane squeezes my knee with one hand, his eyes stay on the traffic ahead, as he navigates the car. I recognise this highway and where it leads. He is driving us to the cabin. His cabin. Our cabin. My heart is so full, I can barely breath. "You want me to co-write a book with you?" I ask him again, just to be sure I am not in a dream. Just to be sure that this is real. The sound of his laughter reassures me. It is real. I am going to be an author! "Yes, Alex. I want to work with you on a book that is going to be more successful than all the books I have ever released." He says as he pulls into the countryside, i
Alex POV::"Oh my God! What do you mean?" My voice comes out as a really loud scream that is very uncharacteristic of me, Zane just smiles, he takes my hand and leads the way out of the hallway, I follow him still confused but feeling a swirl of excitement ramp up in the pit of my stomach at the mere thought. I can't even begin to fathom it! "Come, let's go before you summon the whole department." He says and I laugh but the laughter bleeds off my face as soon as we step out of the department and there are a lot of people around and they all stop to stare at us as if we were stars in a movie and the director yelled for everyone to stare at us. I blush under the scrutiny. I didn't expect this much people to be out and about but I guess most people are already resuming. I think it is only my class that is resuming a week later, the rest of the department are resuming this week. I try to pull my hand from Zane's grip, he doesn't let go, he looks down at me with a questioning look in hi
Zane Orion POV::"We were just trying to determine how this scandal started. If you get what I mean." Mrs. Tyrell tells me, she sounds like she would rather be anywhere else, but Mrs. Manson looks exactly the opposite, I understand she wants to be rid of me and sent that announcement of my job termination to the press. I understand that as vice president of the college, she can't afford the fallout from the scandal, so she must do what is in the best interests of the college, but this is going too far. They are still trying to pin everything on Alex. They want a different story. "I thought the panel was referencing the interview. You should already have your answers to that." I say, holding Mrs. Manson's narrowed gaze. Alex squeezes my hand under the desk, I interpret it as her being nervous. I have missed her so God damned much, it is unreal. Sitting beside her, I keep taking full lungful of her scent. She smells just as I remember, the nostalgia of us together at my cabin, naked
"These feelings, you didn't consider them inappropriate seeing as he was your Professor and a respected member of this faculty?" Mrs. Tyrell asks when the rest of the room remains silent. "No, I didn't." I say, deciding to be truthful and straight to the point."Did you act on these feelings first?" They are trying to determine if I should be the one to place most of the blame on. So it becomes a case of a student seducing her lecturer and they can get Zane back since he is obviously more valuable than I am in terms of who contributes more to the college. I didn't come here to be crucified so I wouldn't give them that satisfaction. It is becoming clearer to me that I definitely wouldn't be allowed to finish my degree here. I nursed a pipe dream, hoping that I could do anything about this case that has now spiralled into something more than me. "I can't answer that as I can't say. I don't know who acted first. It was mutual and consensual from the beginning." I tell them, the confid
Do I even want to continue schooling here? I don't know. I have not been able to really think about the impact of this situation and what it meant for my interests. I came to this school because of Zane, if he is not going to be here, do I want to stay? I mean, I have to think about myself and what would work best for me, but I can't help thinking about him too, I can't help it. He was summoned too and he promised me he would show up after they were done with me, I can't wait to see him. Though it would feel weird meeting again in this department after everything that has happened, but I look forward to it regardless. I missed him so much. "You said you chose this college solely because professor Orion taught here?" Mrs. Tyrell asks, she is obviously going to be the one doing all the questioning while the others sit in, I can feel their sharp gazes trained on me, I can't bring myself to look at any of them, I keep my eyes set on a spot above their heads. "Yes, I did. It was the tru
"I told you to be careful because you are young, Alex. He is almost twice your age. I told you that he had more life experiences you can only dream of. This relationship, it isn't fair on you. You probably can't see it now but you are getting the short end of the stick. I can't watch you spend your youth like this, Alex. This is the time of your life to be young and free and unburdened, you can't spend it dating a man with a kid and a mad ex wife." It is one thing we have come to agree on. That Daisy is insane. She didn't hesitate to believe me after I told her about how Daisy was stalking me and being weird. "Mom, I am young, but I am not naive. I matured almost ten years above my age after we lost dad. I am not a kid. I am not going to spend my 'youth' being free and unburdened as you put it because it would never happen for me. I am already burdened, Mom. I understand your worries and I am sorry that I have disappointed you or that I am not going to listen to you, but it is someth
"How did you know where she is? Did her family home location get leaked online?" My heart is racing so hard, I can barely breath. I can't follow all else that Madeleine said, I can't get past the part about her getting an interview with Alex. The last time we talked, we didn't agree on talking with the press. My dumb strategy was waiting out the outrage. I know that it would eventually fizzle out. I didn't mind being the worst hit. As long as Alex was safe and shielded."Is that the only thing you heard me say?" Madeleine leans forward, intense eyes narrowed in interest. "No, her location wasn't leaked, Orion. I found her because I was interested, it takes little to find someone these days." She says, leaning back, arms crossed over her chest. "Why were you interested?" I will get back to the interview bit but there was something about Madeleine's presence in this cabin that felt different. We are friends but we hardly get involved with eachother's lives. She has made it clear that
"You look like shit." Madeleine pushes past me and the half open door to make her way inside the dark living room. "What are you doing here?" I ask, reluctantly turning on the lights, knowing I look exactly like shit as she said. Madeleine is more than an acquaintance, I would say we have a friendship of sorts. We have kept in touch over the years since my debut, she invited me to her wedding three years ago. She is a wildly interesting woman with a diverse group of friends. Artists and writers and everyone in between. She is also three years older than me. There might be some kind of maternal undertone to our relationship, but it isn't weird. I like her. We work really well together, she is always the first person my books are sent to for a review. And it is a mutually beneficial relationship that has held grounds for years now. All this doesn't explain to me why she is here. She is not the kind of journalist to chase after scandalous stories like the one I am currently involved w