RykerI listened as Deacon talked but the world was spinning around me. I had downed more of that whiskey bottle, and the last one, than he knew. Way more than I was willing to admit to. “Ill drive.” I said, grabbing my keys, knowing inside that I shouldn’t do that. That was the good thing about Deacon. He worked for me, yes, but he also knew how to stand up to me. Not a lot of people did that. He was one of the very few that was permitted to do so. I shook my head when he reached for my keys. “I want her to know that it is me coming for her.” I said in a drunken stupor. I sounded like an idiot. Emotional and irrational. I didn’t know what real love looked like, not loving a woman like this. I believe I have loved before. I thought I loved Ivy at one point. I know I love Deacon, like family. This love was messy, hard, and could destroy me in an instant. It made me open, raw, and vulnerable. Deacon was looking at me differently. I don’t think he was losing respect for me; I think he was
IrisThe darkness in his eyes when I asked him about his name told me more than his words did. “Its my last name.” He was short and stern with his response, but his eyes told me the most. Lorcane was like his shadow person, the darkness inside of him. The person they all see as dangerous. The one who was violent and cold. Lorcane was someone I have only seen pieces of. He is a prosecutor, but I am starting to think at this point he also played executioner. What I wasn’t sure of was if he still played that role. A lot of what I knew about him, the powerful, well managed, prosecutor turned professor was not who I thought he was. Not as disciplined. Not as in control. “I am not an idiot Ryker.” I said winching as I tried to sit up straight. “I know you aren’t Iris, but I also know I don’t know everything about your past.” His words burned some. His emotional state when he walked in had now turned. He was now defensive and guarded. I am sure he has questions about me, I know he is wonderin
IRIS I swallowed deeply when I heard the name. That man was terrifying. Claud. Flashes of the wicked smile he had on his face when abusing me were stuck in my mind. He wanted to hurt me. I looked from face to face, looking for answers in their eyes. No one said anything. Theo reached over for my hand, and I saw Ryker flinch when I took it. I was terrified. I didn’t care whose hand I held if someone was keeping me safe. Deacon was on the phone immediately asking the guys in security to trace and follow the call. Theo pulled out his phone as well, calling his contact to find out what he could do from his side. I closed my eyes. “Tell me where you are mother fucker, don’t be afraid, I wanna chat.” Ryker sounded murderous. I closed my eyes and focused on my breathing. I felt tears burning in my eyes, but I wasn’t sure if it was from fear, anger, or sadness. I had a mixture of them brewing inside of me. “Ryk?” I said softly looking up at him. He calmed. Instead of cursing into the phone he
IRIS Why did no one ever tell me the ocean was so beautiful? I think I sat there burying my feet in the sand for far too long, judging by the red glow on my chest. I stood up starting to pack my things into my beach bag. Something made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I turned quickly to look around. Across from me about 50 feet a man was staring at me. He looked to be quite a bit older than me. I squinted my eyes against the sun to see if maybe I knew him. I hadn't been in California long, but have met a few people on campus. No one built quite like that though, he was a god. Probably 6'2 to my 5'6 and 3 quarters. He had a light natural respectable tan, which looked nice considering most of the men in here went to a tanning bed. I will never understand why one would need to do that this close to the ocean. When I tried to look harder he didn't look away. Maybe he thought he knew me like I was possibly that friend of his daughters that he couldn't quite remember because th
IRISWhen I got back down to his desk he looked up at me almost like he was curious. "What can I do for you, Sir?" I asked trying to be respectful, even though I felt that he was an ass. He smirked at me confirming my observation. "I wanted to apologize for singling you out earlier, I must make an example at the beginning of the semester." He said leaning against the desk maybe a foot away from me. "It's fine Sir, I was late. I understand." I said trying to focus on something other than how his closeness was making me feel. "Please don't call me that." I saw a flash of something on his face but he quickly pushed it away. "Don't call you sir?" I asked. I watched his jaw tighten this time when I said it. "Sir is my father, Iris, Please for now just call me Professor Lorcane," he said calmly. What did he mean for now? This man is obviously off his damn rocker. "Okay, is there anything else I can do for you professor." I asked again, ready to go to my dorm and breathe steadily for a while
RykerI watched her stumble to sit, such a clumsy girl. She didn't look at me, instead pulling out her phone to send some type of message. Probably to that punk Adam. I had no right to get upset, yet I could feel anger rising to the surface. "If you would like my mentorship, I would suggest we not be rude," I said sharply sitting at my desk. Her eyes darted up at me and I watched as her breathing increased. I couldn't help but stare at her. She was petite, young, and angelfaced. She had soft features. Plump pouty lips, and big emerald green eyes. Her hair fell around her shoulder like a blonde-colored blanket. I began to imagine wrapping my hands around it to pull her into me and stopped myself. She was innocent, that I could see written all over her beautiful face. "I am sorry Si.. professor." She mumbled. Well, a quick learner at least, as I had told her not to call me sir. I didn't like that name. I would rather a good girl call me daddy, but I doubt she would ever be one of them.
IRISI walked as fast as my legs would go without running from his office. My body was burning inside. He ignited a fire in me like I had never felt before. He called me "sweet Iris" and I could swear he almost called me baby. I wasn't imagining it, this gorgeous older man, wanted me. He made me nervous. I wasn't uncomfortable or afraid in that closed office with him. Even when he touched me, I was excited but calm. I had never experienced what he made me feel in there, it was intense. Suddenly my phone was ringing, reminding me of the club event. I looked down to see a missed message from Adam as well. This is who I should have an interest in. The nice goofy guy who is my age, not the mysterious older man who is my teacher and notorius for being a hard ass attorny with plenty of trouble in his pocket. I walked towards the area where the club event was beginning to start. As soon as I got there, I found a bench to sit down. Still trying to wrap my head around what had happened. I am a
RykerI watched from the car as that Adam kid ran his hands over her body. It made me sick to my stomach to see him touch her. I watched as he tried to kiss her. She shot him down and something stirred inside of me, but I chose to ignore it. When she headed up the stairs alone, I got mad again. How could he let her walk off alone like that? What was wrong with these young men? When she reached the top of the stairs I jumped out of the car. She saw me coming and her eyes got wide. "Hello Iris," I said walking up to her. "What are you doing here professor?" She asked quietly. "You shouldnt be walking around out here this late so I stopped my driver when I saw you." I said softly. I was trying to stay cool, but it was hard. "I think I will be okay , but thank you for stopping." She said with a small attitude forming. I stopped and turned towards her. "I can give you a ride to your dorm if you would like?" I said flatly. "I can walk." She looked up at me making complete eye contact. "Plea