A Forbidden Romance

Chapter Thirty Two

Reader's POV:

"Someone had an eventful weekend.." your head snapped up at the sound of Stella's voice, momentarily abandoning the text message you were in the middle of composing to Billie.

There was an edge to your friend's voice, she almost sounded disappointed.. jealous even. Taking a seat opposite you in the cafeteria, she stared you down, her gaze burning a hole straight through you as though she was waiting for an explanation.. or an apology. "You could say that.." you shrugged dismissively, a subtle smirk tugging at your lips, gaze dropping back down to your phone as you finished typing out your text to Billie.

"I'm guessing you were with the same person who gave you that..?" Her gaze flicked down an inch or two, finger pointing to the hicky on your neck; you thought you had completely concealed it but apparently not. A crimson blush rose to your cheeks as you self consciously covered the mark with your hand, pulling the collar of your shirt up a little.

"I just.. uhm.. burnt myself with my curling iron." You lied. A shiver ran through your body as you remembered the feeling of Billie's lips on your neck and you quickly tore your gaze away from Stella.

"I'm not stupid.. why lie? I'm supposed to be your best friend."

"I don't know what you want me to say.. I'm sorry that I lied and told my parents I was with you.."

"I would have lied for you if you asked.." she interrupted, her voice quiet.

"I didn't think my mum would end up calling yours."

"So.. who were you with all weekend?"

"Just.. someone, it's honestly no big deal."

"It must be a big deal for you to lie about it.. I understand lying to your parents but me..?"

"Look just drop it ok?" You felt defensive all of a sudden, being bombarded with too many questions was beginning to frustrate you. You should have seen this coming. Stella was like a dog with a bone, refusing to let go. "It's someone you don't know." You mumbled finally, fishing your phone out of your pocket to see if Billie had replied; nope, just your dad reminding you of your curfew.

"Another lie. If it was someone I didn't know you'd have no problem telling me.. so clearly it's someone you don't want me to know about."

Rolling your eyes, you sighed exasperatedly. "Oh my god what's the problem? You don't need to know every aspect of my life."

Stella seemed slightly taken back by your outburst and for a moment you felt a little guilty. She narrowed her eyes, turning her nose up at you. "You've changed." She muttered.

"Yeah, it's called growing up you should try it some time." The words were out before you could stop them, unable to take them back as a flash of hurt washed over Stella's face before her features stiffened, harbouring a look of anger. But before she had a chance to respond, your phone vibrated with an incoming text from Billie. "I have to go." You mumbled, shooting your friend an apologetic look as you got to your feet, abandoning your half eaten lunch and heading straight for Billie's office.

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Billie was sat at her desk, laptop propped up in front of her as her fingers furiously tapped away at the keys. Even with a door separating the two of you, you could tell she was stressed by the way she furrowed her brows as she concentrated on whatever it was she was writing. Pausing her actions for a moment, she ran a hand through her hair, fingers gently pressing down on the base of her neck as though trying to get rid of the tension that had settled there.

Choosing now to enter you slowly pushed open the door making sure to lock it behind you. Dropping your bag to the floor you padded over to the blonde, footsteps quiet before your hands found her shoulders, giving them a gentle squeeze. She jumped slightly provoking a soft chuckle from you as you apologised for startling her, followed by a tentative kiss to the top of her head. "You ok?" You asked, which seemed a rather stupid question to ask considering everything at this moment in time was far from ok.

Sighing softly she relaxed into your touch, head falling back against your front as your hands lightly massaged away the knots in her shoulders and neck, drawing a quiet moan from Billie. "Mhmm," was her response to your question as her eyes fluttered closed, revelling in the gentle touches you offered her. "I'm feeling better now you're here." Her hands came to rest on top of yours, fingernails lightly running over the backs of your hands before bringing one in front of her and placing a delicate kiss to your palm.

"Stressful morning?" You asked, now raking your fingers through her honey blonde locks, resting your chin atop her head.

"You could say that.. I love my job don't get me wrong but sometimes I just want to backhand a student." Angling her head so her gaze met yours, she shot you a knowing look and you held back a laugh as you remembered that there was a time when you were the student Billie wanted to backhand, but ended up using a different approach and fucked the attitude out of you instead; and you would be forever thankful for that occurrence. "Do not repeat that to anyone." She then added, lips pulling up into a smirk.

You motioned sealing your mouth closed, locking it and throwing away the invisible key before a quiet giggle escaped your lips. "Don't worry your secret is safe with me." You said, leaning down and ghosting your lips gently over hers, being overly cautious of the cut that had embedded itself into her skin, an unwelcome reminder of what her husband was capable of and had clearly done more than once which made you feel physically sick. The thought of anyone putting their hands on her..

Pushing her chair back a little, she pulled you around so you were straddling her lap. Now you had a better view of her face, the faint bruise on her cheek stood out to you, mocking you, making your stomach churn at the thought of not being there to protect her, failing to notice what was hidden beneath the surface, blind to what was really going on behind closed doors; overridden by jealousy of her going home to him every night, completely unaware of what exactly she was going home to.

Your thumb lingered on her cheek, lightly running back and fourth over the bruise and it wasn't until Billie spoke that you realised a few stray tears had found there way down your cheeks. "Hey, what's wrong?" She asked, voice full of concern as she brushed away your tears.

Taking a deep, shaky breath you took a moment to compose yourself before responding. "I'm just so fucking angry at what that asshole did to you.. and I wasn't there to stop him.." you had more to say, hanging off the tip of your tongue but Billie gently shushed you.

"Baby.. it's ok, I'm ok, everything's going to be ok." She pulled you closer, wrapping her arms securely around your waist, fingertips soothingly running up and down your back, making you shiver under her delicate touch.

"Promise me you'll stay away from him and if he ever comes near you again call the police?" You pleaded desperately, but you didn't need to because she was nodding her head in an instant, offering you the reassurance that you needed.

"I promise." She whispered, before pulling your head down and kissing you softly on the lips. You lightly ran your tongue over the cut on her lip, hoping to soothe any discomfort she may be feeling which immediately summoned a smile to her lips.

When you pulled away there was a small pout on your lips as you primly folded your arms across your chest. "I'm still mad.." You mumbled.

"Well.." her arms unhooked from around your waist, hands coming to rest on your bare thighs, fingertips dancing elegantly over your skin as she inched further and further up until both her hands had vanished underneath your skirt. "Maybe I can help with that.."

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Hi guys, it's been a while since I updated this so here you go, sorry it's not the best, I had no idea what to write. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it!
~T ♡~