Chapter 22

**Nikolay's POV**

As I open the door, Vivian Brown looks absolutely devastated and crashes into me. Without thinking, I instinctively reach out and place my hand on her leg, unfortunately, in a spot where her skirt doesn't cover.

Standing at around 5'4/5.5, Vivian has always nailed the sweet girl look.

She rocks those innocently seductive outfits like a pro, with her short skirts, tank tops, and fancy blazers.

Her prim and proper blonde hair, deep hazel eyes, and pouty full lips complete the picture. Oh, and she always has a pencil between her lips while doing class work.

I have found myself staring at her more than once, imagining the end of the pencil to be something much bigger and thicker, wrapped around those swollen pink lips.

Something belonging to the southern part of my body. I push the thoughts away from my mind, reminding myself that this is my student and my son's girlfriend.

Or should I say ex-girlfriend because my son is standing half-naked

in an unbuttoned shirt an