She’s not weak anymore and everything is not okay. But, she will make sure Jacob never hurts her again.
“Say hello to my father when you get to Hell,” she says to Jacob.
She pulls the trigger. The bullet hits Jacob in the head.
Dustin takes her in his arms. “I love you so much. I thought I was going to lose you.”
The police come. They take down all of their stories. It was self-defense. Jacob threw himself on Maggie; he was going to choke her. He was going to kill her. She had to shoot.
A police man asks Maggie if she has somewhere to go, someone with whom to stay.
Maggie looks at Dustin.
“She’s with me. I’ll take her home.”
“You both will need to come down to the station tomorrow for more questions. Don’t leave town,” the police man says. Then he turns to Holly. “And so will you.”
“It was all self-defense,” Holly says.
“I know that,” the police man says.
Maggie is shaking uncontrollably the whole walk home with Dustin.
In his apartment, he helps her to the couch and puts a blanket on her.
“I’m sorry I didn’t you tell you about him and what I did,” Maggie says.
“We’ll have a lot of time to talk about things,” he says to her, sitting on the coffee table in front of her.
“I’ll leave tomorrow. Tonight, if you want,” she says.
“I don’t want you to leave. This is your home. I love you, and always will, understand?”
She nods, tears staining her face. “I had to kill my father. I had to, please believe me.”
“Your reasons for doing what you did are yours. I love you, no matter what you did. You’re safe here.” He kisses her on the forehead.
And she knows she’s safe with him, in this place, in a tiny riverside town. She’s found a haven on the Riverwalk and she will never be afraid again.
THE END
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The Professor’s Son
Book 1
By Piper Presley
Chapter 1
Hi, my name is Chelsea Lewis, and I’m in my senior year at college. I’m usually pretty busy with my prelaw classes, but right now I’m at a football game at my university. There are thousands of students here, and they’re cheering like crazy. I think the quarterback did something amazing, but I confess I’m not paying much attention. Ashton Morris is sitting over to the left a few rows down from me. He’s the good-looking guy in my prelaw classes, and he keeps staring at me. Because he’s one of the hottest guys on campus, I’m staring right back.
Who is Ashton Morris? Well, his parents have a shitload of money, and he’s their only child. He drives around in a Porsche sports car, and he wears Armani. (I know Ashton wears Armani because he makes sure to tell everyone he wears Armani.) Yeah, he’s a snob, and he’s stuck on himself, but he’s so damn hot.
He’s one of the guys on the wrestling team. He’s got big muscles, thick dark hair, and beautiful blue eyes. I’m sure there’s lots of deviousness behind those baby blues, but they’re gorgeous eyes all the same.
We have classes together, yet Ashton has never looked at me the way he is now. In fact, the way he’s staring at me now, I know he wants me.
My girlfriends tell me I’m a sucker for a cute guy who only wants to get laid. They’d probably say that’s all Ashton wants. But they don’t seem to realize that getting a cute guy into the sack is all that I want too - at least right now.
Maybe in the future, I might want more, but my sights are on finishing undergrad and going to law school. I don’t have the time for a love connection. I’m way too selfish for that right now. My goal is to become one of the best defense attorneys in the state, and I can’t achieve that if I’ve got some guy hanging around. All I want to do is what my friend Tamara says, “Hit it and quit it.”
“What are you looking at?” My friend Sally, who is sitting next to me, asks.
“Ashton Morris. He’s staring at me.”
She turns her head to look. “Oh please, you don’t want to get with him. He thinks he can get any woman he wants.”
“Yeah, I do want to get with him. Oh shit, here he comes. Scoot over.”
Sally rolls her eyes. “Seriously?”
“Yeah, seriously! I want to make room for him on this bench. Move over!”
“Okay, okay.”
* * *
So, at the football game, Ashton Morris asked me out. We decided we’d meet at happy hour, on Tuesday, at Mulligan’s, a favorite campus bar.
Today is Tuesday. I put some effort into my appearance for today, especially because Ashton always looks like a fashion model straight out of GQ Magazine. So I’m sitting here looking pretty good. I washed my long brown hair, and I’m letting it hang down my back. I wore a tight skinny tee that hugs my boobs and shows off lots of cleavage, and I wore tight skinny jeans. To top it all off, I’m wearing six-inch heels, even though my feet are fucking killing me.
Anyway, I’m sitting here waiting. Mr. Ashton Hot Guy On Campus Morris is already 45 minutes late. Of course, why would Mr. Morris be on time? He doesn’t have to be considerate. None of the hot studs ever are. He knows he can be late, and he knows I’m not going anywhere. Of course, I’m not. I’ll stay here until he shows. I can’t get that hot body into my bed if I get up and leave. How can I?
Okay, here he comes. I’ll just sit here with my drink in my hand and pretend like I don’t care that he’s late. I give my hair a little flip as I pose. He’s approaching me now, dressed in designer jeans and a polo suit. Damn, he looks hot. “Hey, you made it!” I step down from the bar stool with my six-inch heels and give him a hug. His body feels solid and muscular. He gives me a tight hug back.
“Yeah, have you been here long?” His eyes leave my face to scan the rest of my body.
“No, not long.” I lie. “I’m just sitting here enjoying my drink is all.”
“Man, you sure do look hot, Chelsea.”
I smile. I know exactly what happens to guys when I wear my sexiest clothes. There hasn’t been a guy who can resist me yet. “Thank you, Ashton. I’m glad you like what you see!”
“Yes, I like what I see.” He gives me a wide smile. “How’s your drink? Can I get you another one? I’m going to get myself a beer.”
“No, I’m good. I’ll just watch you as you walk away. I like watching you.” I bat my eyes and take another sip of my drink. He smiles back, even wider this time. The guy’s got perfect teeth, of course. If he doesn’t already know that he’s going to get laid tonight, he’s a moron. God, I must really be horny. I usually wait for an hour or two before I lay it on thick. But not this time. I just want to get this bar stuff over so we can bring it to the next phase. I pull the empty bar stool closer to me, so nobody takes it.
Ashton comes back with a beer bottle in his hand. “That test was pretty brutal, wasn’t it?” He says, speaking a little louder so I can hear him over the music. He takes a seat on the barstool. He’s referring to the last test we took in one of our prelaw classes. It was a killer exam.
“Yeah, I studied my ass off for it. So I hope I did well.”
“I’m sure you did. You always seem prepared when you get called on.”
“Thanks.” I listen to him talk, but I put my hand on his knee while he does it.
You see, I’m willing to engage in chitchat, but only to a certain point. It’s that obligatory stuff you have to do before you can get what you want, you know? I want to get him into bed, and I know he wants the same thing. He places his hand on mine. We both know what’s going on here.
* * *
In my campus apartment, on my bed, at a little after midnight, I lay naked and face up. The blinds are closed. The only light in my room is the little nightlight I flicked on that sits against the wall. Our clothes lay in a messy pile on the floor.
A naked Ashton straddles me while he looks into my eyes and pins each of my hands on either side of my head, firm against the mattress. I can’t move. For some women, I suppose his behavior right now would freak them out, but not me. I like it.
“Chelsea, I’m about to make you feel real good.” He looks at me with the most devious smile I’ve ever seen. I smile back, not in fear but with sincere lust. I’m not faking it. Yeah, this guy is full of himself, but it seems that’s the kind of guy I go for, the kind who thinks he can get whoever he wants whenever he wants.
He moves his midsection between my legs, forcing them open. His big, hard cock is smashed against my pussy. Guys who are full of themselves do have big cocks of course. Ashton is no different. Now there’s something I need to do, but I’ll need to get him to let go of me to do it.
“There’s something I want to do for you, but you need to let me go for a minute.”
He looks down at me and doesn’t move.
“Please, baby?”
He gets another devious smile on his face and then he loosens his grip. That’s all I need to get my hands free and grab the condom I had slipped under the mattress.
With the speed of a jackrabbit, I rip the condom out of the package and pull it over Ashton’s hard cock. He’s surprised I had a condom under the mattress, and I can tell by the look on his face he’s a little flustered by my act. He wants to be in control. But he’s not complaining. He may want control, but he wants what I want.
I don’t mind when a guy is in control, and I know what I want. I’m not a woman lying here who doesn’t know what she wants. But the thing is, although I can’t wait to fuck this guy, I’m not about to do it without a condom. No way. No how.
The condom is on, and I shove his hard dick inside me. He lets out a moan when I do it. He knows how good it feels.
Now that he’s inside me, he moves back and forth, back and forth, and I feel every inch of him filling me up. I dig my head into the pillow, and his lips drop to my neck. Ashton bites me like a vampire without cutting the skin. His touch sends a surge of passion to my pussy.
My legs rise, allowing him to go into me even deeper. His dick feels so good that now I’m moaning, and I’m moaning loudly. I’m not there yet. Shit, but I guess he is. He lets out a moan way louder than mine, and he explodes into the condom. For someone who wants to act like he’s God’s gift to women he sure doesn’t last long, does he? Well, so much for that.
Chapter 2
“Chelsea! Chelsea! Wake up!”
I’m in my bedroom, in my bed, face down. My roommate has entered my room and now she’s screaming at me. I turn my head slightly, my eyes still closed. My sheet and comforter cover my naked body. “What?”
“You’re supposed to meet with Professor Thomas, remember? It’s almost 1:00.”
My eyes are wide open now. “Oh shit! I guess I overslept.”
Monica stands with her hands on her hips. “Well, you better get a move on. I’m tired of hearing you complain about your grade.”
Monica and I got an apartment together for our senior year. She’s a pretty good roommate. But, unfortunately, when I’m pissed off about something, poor Monica gets an earful. “Yeah, I know.” I sit up, holding the covers over me. “You can get out now so I can get dressed.”
“I can’t believe you fucked Ashton.”
“Are you’re going to stand here lecturing me or are you going to leave? I need to get dressed.”
“Yeah, okay, I’m leaving. Text me to let me know what happened with Thomas, okay.”
“Yeah, I will.”
I watch Monica leave and close the door. I figure Ashton left at around four in the morning. Or, maybe earlier. I don’t know. After we had fucked, he left, and I drifted off to sleep. Even though he didn’t make me come, I must have been super tired anyway. I got the apartment to myself because Monica was spending time with her boyfriend. Although, since we each have our own room, I would have just closed the door if she had been here. I wanted to fuck Ashton no matter what.
I’ve slept so much I didn’t hear my alarm clock go off. Or maybe I did, and I just hit it and went back to sleep. I don’t know. Now I’ve got to get a move on if I want to speak to the mighty Professor Thomas.
* * *
I get in my car and drive over to the English department. This university is so big there’s no way I’d get here anywhere near on time if I had walked. I park my car in the parking lot and rush over to the building.
Yes, even though I drove, I’m late. I was supposed to meet him fifteen minutes ago. Why does his office have to be so far away from the main campus?
My heart beats rapidly as I hurry along. I’d run except these new shoes are killing my feet. I wouldn’t have put them on, but I was in a hurry, and they were the first ones I saw. Plus, my feet are still sore from wearing those killer heels in the bar last night.
I shouldn’t have to do this, anyway. It all started because Professor Thomas gave me a D on my paper. I couldn’t believe it. I studied my butt off, did all sorts of research, spent hours writing the damn thing, but he had the nerve to give me a D. He claims my structure wasn’t clear enough. How much clearer could it have been?
I wasn’t about to take that for an answer. So I decided if Professor Thomas was going to be stubborn about this, I’d just have to talk to him face to face. So last week, I demanded, in as nice of a way I could, that we meet to discuss my grade. Fortunately, he said “yes.”
I am in no position to do poorly on my grades. As I told you before, I want to be a lawyer. I’m trying to get into law school, and I’ve been accepted into one of my top choices. But it’s all contingent on how well I do my senior year. With Professor Thomas giving me a D on one of my major English papers, thereby putting my final grade at risk, he could ruin my chances of getting into the law school I want, and I can’t have that. I won’t have some nutty professor ruin my chances
Chapter 3
Okay, I’m here, but Professor Thomas is not. The lights are off in his office, and nobody is inside.
Wow! Couldn’t he even wait fifteen minutes for me to show up? What am I going to do now?
I look around to see if the professor is anywhere in sight, but he’s not. I know he’s not late. That guy is like clockwork. He’s never late for anything.
I see his teaching assistant over there in the adjacent office. His name is Jake. If stuck-up Ashton is hot, you should see this guy. Where Ashton looks like a sexy GQ model in Armani, Jake looks like he belongs on a surfboard on the beach that is when he’s not wearing preppy clothes and glasses. One time, I caught him playing basketball with some other guys. He had his shirt off exposing his super buff chest. He’s got curly blond hair, a handsome face, and a buff body to die for. But here’s the thing. If people think he’s some dumb blond upon the first impression, they couldn’t be more wrong. Jake is brilliant and studious. He gave a lecture on campus a month ago, and I was shocked at how smart and articulate he is. Honestly, based on what he does and the way he is, I would consider him one of those really smart nerds. But he doesn’t look like a nerd. Not at all. He’s super cute, and he obviously takes his head out of his books long enough to keep that body in great shape.
I approach him. He’s got his glasses on, and his nose is in a book, like always. Whenever I walk past his office, his nose is always in a book.
I knock on the partly opened door. He looks up and gives me a smile. It’s not a smirk, like an “I
wish I could get into your pants” smirk. It’s a smile, a sweet smile.
“Hello,” he says. “Are you Chelsea?” He knows my name because we spoke on the phone a few days ago to schedule my meeting with Professor Thomas. That’s how I know his name too.
“Yes, and you must be Jake.”
“I am.”
“Can I come in for a minute?”
“Sure, you were supposed to meet with Professor Thomas, right?”
I walk into his office and take a seat. “Yeah, but I’m late. That guy is so anal. He could have waited for me. I wasn’t that late.”
“Well, the Dean called to speak to him, and since you weren’t here, he left.”
“Whatever. He annoys me so much. I can’t believe he gave me a D on my paper. I worked very hard on it.”
“My father doesn’t give unfair grades. I’m sure there’s an explanation for the D.”
I sit here speechless. “Professor Thomas is your father?”
“Yep, he’s been my father for 24 years,” Jake smiles at me again. It’s another cute smile, but he knows I’ve just put my foot in my mouth. Jake is hot, and when I think about it, Professor Thomas was probably hot at one time, too. His hair is gray. So I don’t know what color it was before, but he’s got a handsome face for an older man.
“Oh my God, Jake. I’m sorry. I had no idea. I can see by the nameplate on your desk your last name is Thomas. I guess I should have known.”
“It’s okay. I’ll tell my dad you stopped by. Maybe he’ll be able to meet with you again.”
I head for the door, embarrassed I said crap about his dad. I just want to get out of here. “Okay, thanks, Jake. I hope so.”
“I’ll see what I can do.” He smiles at me again, and it’s then I really see how hot he is.
“Thank you!” I rush out the door. I don’t think my face could be any redder than it is right now. Will Jake come through for me? The way he smiled at me, I think he might. I really screwed myself over with my big mouth. But at the same time, I can’t stop thinking about how cute Jake is.
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