27. Break up

Damon Valentino

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Dahlia had been right to keep her personal reasons to herself because we were nothing more than professor and student but I wouldn’t lie and say it didn’t sting as I watched her walk out of the class.

I tugged at the tie around my neck, loosening it because it was starting to suffocate me. I didn’t even know why I wore the stupid tie in the first place. Within seconds, I’d undone it, and as I stared at the piece of material in my hand, my mind couldn’t help but stray toward the things I could do to Dahlia with it.

I shook my head, letting out a low curse. That was wrong to think about. It was very fucking wrong. At this rate, I wondered how I would be able to get her out of my mind. Would I have to fuck a new woman? Was that what it took? Dahlia had made it clear that her future was on the line. I was a selfish motherfucker, but that didn’t mean I would force her into something she didn’t want.

Releasing a sigh, I packed up the materials I’d been using to teach and