ME: The Complete Series

by Logan Chance

  “Well, there wasn’t much I could do. After the accident, I went to jail. Had to get bailed out, and once all the wheels started turning on the charges, I was so busy trying to protect her that I lost sight of her.”

  “When did she do it?”

  “Commit suicide? Not long after. I can’t get the image out of my head.” Stupid tears sting my eyes as I try not to cry, as I try not to envision her body floating in the water.

  “Did she leave a note?”

  “Yeah, it was all bullshit about how she couldn’t live with the guilt of what she’d done. How she hadn’t been happy in a while. I could have helped her.”

  “You had no way of knowing. You can’t think about it like that. Had you known you would have done everything you could.”

  I cry. “Everything. I would gladly give my life for her.”

  “I know you would.” She wraps her arms around me. “You’re not a bad guy. Why didn’t you tell me?”

  “I lost sight of what was important. I wanted revenge so badly, I didn’t want to fuck anything up when it was so close. I really did plan on telling you.” I look up at her. “I shouldn’t have lied to you about my name. I agreed to be your fiancé to keep tabs on him, waiting for the perfect moment to fuck up his world. He set everything in motion when he put his fist in her face. When he married, and took over Masters, I knew it was time to expose him.”

  “How?”

  “Well, I had a plan…”

  Chapter 22

  Pollux

  New Year’s Eve in New York City is insane. Insane. People everywhere. The streets are a circus. But as for Katy and I, we are tucked neatly away at the Masters Grand New Year’s Eve Bash in the lobby of their company building.

  The place is packed. Partygoers filter in and out, wearing silly hats and drinking champagne.

  The revenge is fresh on my mind as we move further into the party. All the key players are here tonight.

  Houston and his girlfriend, Marley.

  Gabi Kendall and her father, Mr. Masters.

  And the man of honor, Craig Kendall.

  People say you should forgive and forget, let resentment lie, let bygones be bygones, and this is all true.

  I believe in forgiveness. I believe in not holding a grudge.

  But, he isn’t a good guy; he’s the evil one.

  So, my question is this: Do you seek revenge to stop the bad behavior?

  Of course, you do.

  I need to make sure this asshole never hurts anyone ever again.

  As I was saying, all the key players are here, and Katy is sexy as hell in her red satin gown and fuck me heels. She’s fiery and hot.

  Everyone toasts with champagne, and people kiss under the moonlight. The clock counts down, and we smile with the knowledge of what’s to come.

  Saving the best for last.

  Tasting the sweet victory of revenge.

  Katy smiles as the time draws near, as the board and Kendall talk over whiskey and cigars, as Gabi and her father laugh along with them.

  The band plays.

  10, 9, 8,…

  Katy stands near me.

  7,6,5…

  She smiles and takes my breath away.

  4,3,2…

  And here we go.

  Happy New Year. The crowd erupts. The familiar Auld Lang Syne blares through every speaker as couple’s kiss. Everyone smiles, giddy with the promise of a new year.

  Remember I told you I had a plan? I wasn’t scoping out the company to buy it.

  No, this has always been the goal. The end game.

  To break him.

  I wait a minute or two for the chatter to die down, then I smile to the band, to the lighting guy, and to Katy. I walk on stage and grab the microphone.

  “Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention,” I say.

  It takes a moment for the cacophony of laughter to die.

  All eyes are on me.

  “I have a video in honor of our dear Mr. Craig Kendall.”

  Craig’s smile widens, and he straightens his bowtie. Asshole thinks I’m actually honoring him.

  I chuckle and click the remote to the PowerPoint.

  The screen lights up with a picture of Craig, and the crowd settles in to watch the show.

  Slide after slide, people learn the true story of Kendall. The things I have gathered over the years. The intel Charlie and I have stockpiled to bring to light at the perfect moment.

  Embezzlement.

  Using the company money for hookers.

  Countless cheating.

  Bribery.

  Insider trading.

  Every illegal activity he’s ever partaken in, flashes on the screen for all to see.

  Gabi walks away halfway through the video, but not before she slaps the fuck out of Craig. The board is appalled. But, it’s the ending of the video that brings the tears.

  Pictures of Harper.

  Pictures of Nathan.

  Pictures of every life ruined by Craig Kendall. Picture after picture.

  Finally, Craig leaves, but security stops him at the door.

  The cops are waiting for him right outside, and they handcuff him and take him away as the crowd stares in shock.

  I wrap an arm around Katy’s waist.

  “Let’s get the hell out of here.”

  The next day, Katy tells me she has a surprise for me. A New Year’s present. We step inside the gallery, and she flips on the lights.

  She beams at me. “I resigned.”

  “What? Why?” I’m startled by her admission, by the fact she would give up after she worked so hard to achieve her goal.

  I’m sure they would have made her partner. Hell, I would have.

  “I realized it wasn’t what I really wanted anymore. I’d been living the life I thought I was supposed to live. There was no passion. No fire.”

  “And what do you want to do?”

  “This,” she shows off the gallery, “all of it.”

  And then a framed piece of artwork in an alcove catches my eyes. I move closer.

  It’s a sketch I know well—a lighthouse on a deserted island.

  Harper drew this one morning after she graduated high school.

  She laughed about not going to college, but instead, traveling through Paris to study art.

  “This is perfect. Thank you,” I say, touching the edge of the frame.

  “I think it goes great in the gallery. If you have anymore of her sketches I’d love to show them as well.”

  I face her, her gentle beauty enrapturing me. And the simplest of words fly out of my mouth, “I love you.”

  Her eyes widen. “Love?”

  “Yes, Katy. Love. I’m crazy in love with you.” I hold up my hands. “And I don’t expect you to love me back. I know it would probably be impossible.”

  She doesn’t say anything, and I look away from the pain in her eyes. Impossible to fall in love with someone whose life you ruined.

  Impossible to not let it break you.

  But, damn if I’m not in love with everything about her. Her passion for art. Her fire for hard work. Her desire to succeed.

  She grabs my hand with tears in her eyes. “Ford,” my real name on her lips sounds so good, “let’s walk to the middle of the ocean together.”

  The End

  Epilogue

  Written by PD

  There’s a saying if you bend you won’t break. I can’t count the number of times I’ve heard it. I’m sure you’ve heard it, too. The full meaning never resonated with me until one summer afternoon sitting on the rooftop watching Katy paint. It’s one of my favorite things to do. She’s a tempest when she creates—dark hair in a sexy mess on top of her head, no makeup, biting her plump lip, narrowing her brilliant blue eyes.

  Her brush dipped and stroked until whatever was on her mind formed on the canvas. And then I saw it.

  A storm.

  Wind blew sheets of rain across the canvas, and in its midst, was a palm tree, swayed fro
m the howling winds and bowed down to the ground.

  Unbroken amid the storm.

  It was then I realized how you survive the unimaginable. How someone like Houston could move forward and rebuild. How the woman who owns me can forgive my lie. How she can love me as fierce as I love her. You don’t stand rigid as the storm roars, destroying everything, including you. No. Lean into the wind, sway with the havoc and ruin, bow to the ground under the force of devastation. Until the storm passes. And you survive.

  Tragedy splintered us all. But it didn’t break me.

  Bent but never broken.

  Bonus Scenes

  Welcome to behind the book of Study Me a Student Teacher Romance. If you haven’t read Study Me, well you need to do so to read this.

  Now, I’m going to take you inside the book, there are many deleted scenes. Many scenes that were cut because the storyline changed, and many many sex scenes.

  I felt maybe everyone would like some hot scenes.

  This book is NOT edited, and honestly many of the scenes you can see how I write and how different things come together in the editing phase.

  I really did enjoy writing this book. I enjoyed the characters and enjoyed getting to know Houston. He was a tough character to create. With many different layers, I didn’t want to make him into a huge asshole for no reason. No, he was just hurting and trying his hardest to deal with the grief of losing his son.

  Don’t worry none of the scenes or extras should make you cry. Anyone who knows me, knows I had major issues working on this book. I always liked the beginning and the ending, I was always working hard on the middle. The relationship or lack thereof of Marley and Houston. I felt Houston wasn’t in a place in his life to fully fall in love, or to accept a relationship with Marley. He had issues, and needed to deal with those before he could give his heart to someone.

  So, even though he cared for Marley, I don’t think he ever truly knew he loved her until he was able to work through the acceptance of it not being his fault his son died.

  So, because of that I had a hard time making their connection believable.

  OK, let’s get to some sex scenes.

  Like I said, these scenes are NOT edited. They are raw and you will probably notice word repetition. That’s one of the last things I work on during editing. Also, you will notice in some scenes they do NOT follow the storyline, and well it’s probably why it was cut from the book. I always knew it was going to lead to the ending, but getting there was the hardest part.

  So, in this first scene, Marley heads down to Houston’s desk. This is actually what was written before I decided he should spank her. So, this is what happened instead, until it was then replaced with being spanked. Enjoy.

  Houston

  My gaze zeroes in on her lips. Jesus, her fucking lips part, and I get all sorts of dirty ideas.

  My hands reach for her, and I go for it. “Lower your panties, Miss Murphy. I’m going to teach you a lesson with my tongue.”

  “What?” she says.

  “You heard me. Do it.”

  Forever passes with no reaction at all from her. I went too far. Is she going to do it? Or, will she slap me. Because, right now, she looks like she wants to do both.

  “You’re serious? You jerk.”

  “No Miss Murphy. Stop talking. Stop thinking.” I grab her, hard, and press her body against mine as my lips capture hers. She tastes so damn good. Like the sweetest fruit I could eat forever. The forbidden kind.

  She clings to my shirt, grabbing on for dear life. And, I’m happy to oblige. I hold her steady as my fingers drive into her hair. Her soft fucking hair.

  My heart beats wildly in my chest. I can’t believe I’m kissing my student. My student I’ve wanted for a while now.

  She smells so good. I breathe in her scent more as I press against her center. She likes this.

  A moan escapes her sweet lips and I swallow it down. Fuck. I’m raging hard and I want nothing more than to sink deep inside her.

  With these bad thoughts on my brain, I push her away. I can’t do this.

  Her chest heaves, and my breathing matches. “You taste so good.” The after effects of her linger longer than expected. I need to be the one to push her away. The one who punishes himself for even thinking this was ever ok.

  “So do you,” she moans as she presses her thighs together.

  The action turns me on more, but I tamper it down. “You need to go. Just be here after your last class.”

  The hurt in her eyes is evident, but I turn my head before I can register her full reaction. She huffs and leaves. Disappointed, I’m sure.

  How could she ever want to kiss the man who makes her life a living hell. I just need to make sure I do an even better job next time. This can not happen again.

  2

  In this next scene, yes it’s a sex scene that was cut. It has nothing to do with the storyline as it is now. This is just one of those non-strings sex scenes that I felt the story didn’t need. It didn’t move the story forward, and it was one of the first scenes cut, so it is very raw and very unedited.

  SEX SCENE

  We rush through the streets with the cool night wind at our backs. When we reach her building, she edges her key into the lock as I growl low in her ear. I need her to hurry the fuck up.

  My cock is aching and it won’t be long before I unleash myself deep inside her.

  Once inside, she tosses her keys and I back her into the quaint kitchen just inside the door. I press my body firmly against hers as my cock tents my khaki pants.

  I smash my lips to her as she purrs beneath me. Her green eyes fall shut the moment our mouths connect.

  Needing to fuck her, I break the kiss. “Marley, show me that bedroom. Now.”

  If she’s having cold feet then she needs to speak up, right the fuck now. I lean back with my arms still wrapped around her, gauging her expression.

  “Okay,” she whispers as she leads me out of her galley-style kitchen.

  “Marley, are you sure?” I need her to be positive.

  I’ve wanted her for weeks now. She nods as her tongue swiped at her bottom lip. My eyes clock her movements.

  That’s all the confirmation I need. I hoist her up into my arms, her legs instinctively wrap around my waist, and I storm down the hallway. Flinging the door open, and then doing the same to Marley on the bed, I brace myself above her. Her legs spread for me to fit perfectly between and I cock a low grin at her.

  “Houston? Should we be…”

  Placing my finger on her lips, I quiet her before she can continue. Her full lips curve into a smile as I lower myself to remove each shoe on her feet with precision and care, then move up to her skirt and slide it down her long legs.

  She’s sex and sweetness all rolled up into a nice little package, and I want to take my time to devour her.

  Once she’s completely naked, I step back and run a hand along my jaw before removing my clothes. She’s breathtaking and I don’t know what part of her I want to touch first. Her lips? Her tits? Her fucking pussy? I want it all, like a stark raving lunatic loosed from the confines of his own personal agony within his mind.

  I need the release. The bed dips under my weight as I lick a trail up her toned stomach. Her skin is like silk. “Fuck, baby, you feel so good,” I say as I press her tits against my face. I suck along her breasts and then pop one nipple into my hungry mouth, encasing it between my teeth. She cries out and I lick away the sting. Her hips buck against me and I sit up, stroking my cock just a bit, and stare down to take her all in.

  “You’re so beautiful,” I say as I position my body over her full tits, rubbing the head of my cock between them. Desire fills her eyes and she pushes them together, capturing my cock. Oh fuck. She leans her head forward to lick the tip as I pump between her breasts. My head falls back, my abs clenching from the effort it takes to not come all over her face. When my balls are heavy with need, I reach over and

  remove a condom from the night stand.


  “Houston, please.”

  No need to beg, this is for sure happening and I smile as her eyes watch my dick as I roll the condom along it.

  “You want this?” I ask, motioning to my cock in my hands.

  Her tongue dashes out along her lower lip, slow, drawn out. So fucking sexy.

  I press the head of my cock against her entrance and catch her doe-eyed expression, blindsided by everything they represent— Innocence, beauty, intelligence, and a hint of feistiness I find fascinating. I fumble momentarily, entranced by the emotion in her eyes.

  This is just a fuck, nothing more and I need to remember that. The moment that fact is completely embedded into my brain, I slam inside her as she moans.

  “Oh God, Houston,” she cries as I relentlessly pick up momentum and every thrust became more powerful than the last. She feels so good wrapped around me as I plunge deep into her pussy. If I could only fuck her hard enough, rough enough, maybe for one goddamn minute I could forget the past.

  I fist my hand into her chestnut hair.

  My rhythm picks up, my speed unmasked. I felt like a fucking beast on fire. She bucks beneath me as I fuck her mouth with my tongue. God, she tastes like cherries and cream. Thoughts of her being my student enter my mind, but the demons deep within chase them away immediately. At this point in time, I don’t care who she is.

  “Damn, you’re so tight,” I hiss, thinking back to her boyfriend and how she had probably never been fucked this hard before in her life.

  “Houston, I’m going to come.”

  “That’s right, baby. Come on my cock.”

  My own orgasm isn’t far away, and I want to hold off a bit longer. I don’t ever want to stop fucking this girl. Visions of her when I would watch her from my apartment fire off in my mind as I slam inside her, nice and deep.

  Her lying on her bed, white lacy bra and panties while she slipped her fingers beneath the band of her panties.

  The expression on her face when she would make herself come to the rhythm of her own music. I can’t wait to see it again. Know that I gave it to her.

  Her body trembles as the first signs of her orgasm shakes her. Through hooded eyes, I lean back a bit to catch the curve of her lip as she moans. Her back arches off the bed, and her nails dig so deep into my back I know she left marks.