She tries to be the opposite of her actual self in her writings. For example in this poem, I can tell immediately that she is writing about herself, but she warps the character into some cheery extroverted popular teen with lots of friends. It comes off as dishonest and garish. Trying too hard. I read the poems once more.I look up at her pretty face watching me with naked anticipation, and I see for the first time how bad of an idea this was. I don't have the heart to criticise her work. I don't have the right words. I am not cut for these kinds of interactions.I have tried mentoring before. The first and last time. I don't know how to use the kind of words these kids want to hear. I drive straight to the heart of the issue and try to iron it out but they don't see beyond my wording of their flaws, they can't or won't get past it and it all just goes to hell from there. I don't like remembering Shane. But I can't deny that he hasn't filtered into my mind since I accepted Alex's pro
I didn't mean to raise my voice. I didn't mean to project all my insecurities from the Shane business on her. I am probably jumping the gun here but I don't care. She drives me crazy. She gets up suddenly, I am still seated and have no intention to get up too. I am too worked up. "Right. I am sorry for putting you in such a tight spot, Sirr" She says, I hear the slight trembling in her voice and I feel even more terrible. "Alex." I get up but she is already at my door. She doesn't look back as she steps out hurriedly, in the defiance of her shoulders, I think I see them shaking but I can't be sure. I sink back into the chair and Shane's face comes back to me, laughing, taunting, I cover my eyes with my hands but he won't go away. ♠︎♠︎♠︎♠︎Alex POV:I don't know how I got to the room but I find myself at the door and I push in blindly. I managed to reel in the hot bubbling tornado of tears of embarrassment threatening to spill out of me in torrents since I ran out of his office.
I sit up, Penny leaves my bed to go sit at her mirror, and she starts moisturising her body like she didn't just drop a bombshell on me. Though I don't even know if I believe her. Because of Tristan's angle. She would believe anything Tristan fed her. But it kind of makes sense, too. Tristan's preconceived hatred and anger of Orion seals it. That can be the only reason. "But that can't be true. If even his parents didn't believe him, how can you?" I say defensively, my tears forgotten, a lump of dread in my throat. No matter how hard I try to picture Zane the way she has painted him, it is hard. There must be a misunderstanding somewhere. "What do parents know about their kids?" She retorts with an all-knowing snort as she goes about putting on underwear. "I don't think you should just blindly believe all Tristan says to you." In my confusion, I feel angry. That fucking Tristan. "And what is that supposed to mean?" Penny stops looking for whatever in her wardrobe to glare at me ov
"Ow!" Maggie yells and moves away from me. The people seated around us turn their attention to us and I cringe even more. "Okay class. Today, we are just going to discuss the assignment I gave. We are pretty ahead with our course work and I am proud of that. So, I am going to call someone at random to help us out today." Zane's voice booms from the head of the class. Everybody goes quiet. Even Maggie stops her fidgeting. In moments like this, I am stunned by the deep contrast between this man who commanded attention and respect like this and the man who spoke dirty to me privately. He rarely laughs in class. Yet we laughed together yesterday. I manage to raise my head and our eyes meet instantly, I look away. My heart starts beating. A cold fist twists my insides painfully with awful nerves. Oh God, he shouldn't pick me for this task. I can barely speak to him and he would pick me to speak to the whole class? I guess he must think there should be a difference, but there really isn
"But, If you are serious about needing my mentoring, then I expect you to show up on Friday with your wits about you. I don't condone emotional outbursts. You didn't even let me actually say anything before storming out of my office. Should I transfer you to someone else? A senior? Would that be better?" I say. I mean to throw it in the mix as a sort of threat. Alex looks up at me defiantly, her startling green eyes blazing with that familiar anger I find so incredibly erotic. I don't know how she pulls me but I find myself inching closer to her or she walks closer to me? I can't tell, but we are suddenly standing too close. Mere inches between us and I remember the bewitching softness of her body from that night long ago in the dark parking lot. Her scent that lingered. "Yes, yes. Do that. Transfer me to a senior. A guy, preferably. I think that would be best so when I experience another of my emotional outbursts, he can take care of me instead of insisting I get a hold of myself.
Alex POV:Oh. My. God!I lost my mind! What possessed me? I have gone crazy!I yell in my head as I walk down the hallway, needing to escape as quick as I can. But escape from what? From who?From the reckless girl who did all that with Zane in the empty lecture hall. What was that about? Oh God. My neck is still hot where he rested his stubbled chin on. I can still smell his strong cologne of quiet masculinity. Dark notes of rain washed woodsy forest. It is hard to note but it is so overpowering in a particularly quiet way. My body is still humming, thrumming like something alive and hard is still pressing against my ass. My chest is still heaving and when the bright morning sunlight hits me in the face, I squint against its harsh glare, momentarily confused. I have been walking in a daze. Feeling like I have been possessed by another entity. One fueled by jealousy and lust. I know what pushed me was the jealousy I felt because of Claire's brilliant composure of herself with him
Alex POV:"No, mom, I won't be coming home for the break." I say for the third time into my phone as I make the twenty minutes walk to campus. To the department. To Zane Orion's office. It is Friday and my mother all the way over in Boston has decided this crucial moment in time is the best time to call me and nag about our fragile mother daughter relationship. "And I don't understand why?" She retorts over the phone. The same thing she has repeated for the last three times I have told her I would not be coming home for the break that is still at least a month away. "Mom, I gotta go now. We will talk later." I say into the phone when the tall grey building of the creative writing department comes into view. "Alexander! Don't you dare cut me off." My mother yells at me over the phone. Because of the distance between us, the yell doesn't carry as much weight. I could almost laugh. "Okay. What were we talking about? Though I have to let you that you are making me late to my mentorin
I push the door open and walk in, my eyes find him immediately at his desk. He is seated in a relaxed stance, the top three buttons of his shirt is undone, revealing a chest dotted with wiry smooth hair, his square chin is cleanly shaved and his deep set eyes watch me watch him from under those long lashes. I try to catch my breath as I walk to the couch in the centre of his large office, I hear his chair scrape back as he follows me to the seating area. Every part of my body thrums with anticipation. I place my totebag on the coffee table and pull out my notepad, Zane sits opposite me, I can't read the look on his face because I can't fucking look up into his face but I can feel the intensity of his eyes on my every move. I feel like I can't breath. "Hi, Professor Orion. Where did we stop?" I say after clearing my throat. Zane cocks his head at an angle at me, amusement stretching those perfect smooth lips of his. God, I am totally staring and he can tell. "Uh, let's see. I am c
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