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So perfect.
Then I turned away, enjoying her whine as I left to start helping her pack up her things.
Chapter 10
Pearl
The campus was exactly the same as when I left it. I didn’t expect schools like this to change much, but it was nice that I wouldn’t be feeling like a fish out of water.
I already had so much anxiety building up because of… well, everything. And I was painfully horny after Emerson decided to leave me hanging.
My mind replayed the moment in my apartment over and over again.
The feel of her hot tongue against my skin. Her mouth on my nipple. Her hand cupping my cunt as I ground against her.
She was an expert and knew just how to play me. And she made it obvious that she wasn’t going to give in.
Delayed gratification.I deserved it, and that made the whole thing even hotter.
It was easy to let her run around in my mind, but there were other things I needed to focus on.School.And if I was being honest… I was excited to start my degree again.
It was the one thing that lightened the weight enough for me to breathe.
I finally had something to look forward to—other than getting fucked every which way by Emerson. Something forme.
I was exhausted from the days working with Emerson plus working at the steakhouse, and I still had another shift tonight, but I knew it was worth it.
I was taking control of my life after years of feeling like I was flailing. Afterithappened, I felt like I had taken a nosedive off a cliff and was doomed to spend forever freefalling.
Until Club Pétale. Until she came back into my life.
It was my choice to work for Emerson. My choice to keep the steakhouse job. My choice to go back to school.
And this time, I vowed to finish what I started.
A part of me felt self-conscious for being this old and coming back to school to finish my degree, but I tried to push that in the back of my mind as I came up to my class.
It was in an older brick building with windows all along the side. There were vines running up the sides of it. The windows were shiny, but the sills were cracked and damaged from the weather. I wouldn’t be surprised if it had once been student or staff housing.
This is it. No going back.
Once I stepped into that classroom, I would be resuming my journey to my degree.
I’m ready.
Just as I was about to step inside, my phone buzzed. Annoyed at whoever was messing with my before-class ritual, I huffed and dug for my phone.
My heart skipped a beat in my chest when I saw it was Emerson.
Emerson
Good luck today.
At first, my mind couldn’t comprehend it.Did someone steal Emerson’s phone?
I’m sure I stared at the message for at least a full minute before my fingers started to type a reply. I could be snarky, considering how I was left wanting, but I chose to take the high road.
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