Yes Professor? A Student/Teacher Relationship

Chapter 28

Chapter 28

Control

Charlie's POV

Searching for a dress is a lot harder than I thought. I needed help. After an unsuccessful adventure, I just wanted to get into bed and sleep. I still had the conversation with Damien stuck in my head. What did I really want? Can I completely give myself to him?

My thoughts were surprisingly interpreted by noises in the kitchen.

"Dad?" I asked.

"Charlotte, good your home. We need to discuss a few things before the gala on Friday." I father said in his usual deep stern voice."

"Sit down and pay attention. There will be a lot of business men there who are interested in donating to the hospital and later investing into the company. Your job is to smile, nod, laugh, but don't speak. They didn't pay $4,000 a plate to hear a teenager go on about nothing. Second you will wear an appropriate dress, nothing that will look unseemly or outlandish. You are representing the family. Me. Thirdly you will not bring a date. I dont need some sex crazed idiot causing a scene at the party." My father concluded.

Backing away from the counter he walked away. Just walked away. There was no,

How your day was your day?

How's school?

How's the weather?

Nothing! Even his subordinates get more of a warm greeting than me.

Feeling courageous, hurt, annoyed and just fed up I decided I needed a drink; or two. Heading over to the wet bar in the living room I helped myself to my dad's best alcohol.

hmm, scotch, bourbon, whiskey, or rum?

You know what, why not all four. Oh a cocktail. I have lemon, I got ice and it's dark enough to look like tea.

 After two tall glasses I was ready to... do something.

I didn't really know yet, but I knew I didn't want to be home anymore. Grabbing my phone off of the kitchen counter I headed outside. I called a cab and fifteen minutes later I was on my way somewhere.

"Where to miss?" The cab driver asked me.

"Uh to Damien's house please. "

"Umm ma'am where does Damien live?" The cab driver asked confused.

"Oh right. I have no idea, but I know where his brother lives."

"Miss."

"Yeah?"

"Why dont you call this Damien and find out?"

"That's genius because I was just going to go to James' house break in and find out where his brother lives. I like my plan but yours sounds a little better." I confessed.

Grabbing my phone I texted Damien

Where do you live?

A few minutes later I got response

423 Woodland drive, why?

Telling the driver the address we finally began to move. I dont think I should respond, let it be a surprise.

15 minutes later I was at Damien's.

"It is $20 ma'am."

"Ok I will be right back." I answered back.

Walking up to the house I couldn't truly admire it do to my fuzzy vision. Ringing the doorbell several times. Damien answered a little annoyed.

What... oh Charlie is everything alright.

"Hi, um I dont have any money can you pay for my cab... oh and tip him well he's a cool dude. "

"Uh ok I will be right back."

"Cool I will be right here." I said nonchalantly.

"You can wait inside Charlie."

"okie dokie." I replied back.

Making my way inside, my eyes adjusted to the light and my surroundings. His place was mildly cluttered. A few tossed coats here and there but still not a problem for me. If I was a bit steadier on my feet I would have cleaned up.

"Charlie... Charlie?"

"Hmm, thanks for paying for my cab. I'm totally good for it. I promise."

"Forget about the cab, Charlie what are you doing here? Is everything alright? Reaching over he grabbed my face are you drunk? " He asked.

"Your hands are cold, and I wanted to see you, NO everything isn't alright and I'm not drunk just less sober." I rambled.

"What happened?"

"I dont want to talk about it. I just wanted to see you Damon, no Damien sorry. I wanted to talk about yesterday."

"Tell me when you're sober. Are you hungry? Do you want me to call Becca?"

"No if I wanted Becca I would have called Becca." I said stepping closer with each word.

"I want you." I finished.

Clearing his throat he took a step back.

"I'm going to go get you something to drink. Make yourself at home."

If I was going to make myself at home I decided I needed a shower. Starting with my shoes. I made my way up the stairs and started taking off clothes as I made my way. Soon only in my bra and panties I came across a room that I could only assume is his.

I slid my panties down stepping out of them I reached up and unclipped my bra. God it felt good to be free. I made my way to his bathroom.

Damien pov

What should I do with her?

Grabbing her orange juice I made my way back to the living room. To only find it empty. "Charlie!" Heading towards the stairs I noticed shoes. Putting the juice on the table I followed the trail only to discover clothes leading to my room. I hope she isn't naked, there is only so much control I can have.