[Previously titled 𝗚𝘂𝗶𝗹𝘁𝘆 𝗣𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲]
❝No, Ace. I can't do it," I sob.
"I know you can take more than that, sunshine, come on," he encourages, pummeling into me in fervent motions. "One more for daddy, yeah?" He coaxes in a gruffly voice...
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O L I V I A
I hastily make my way through the bustling school corridors, eager to join my friends for lunch after a quick pit stop at the restroom. But just as I'm about to step inside, a female voice calls out my name.
As I turn around to face the woman, my heart skips a beat and I freeze. She's Ace's colleague—the same one who caught us during our recent getaway. I force a smile despite the knot forming in my stomach.
"Can we talk for a moment?" She asks, her expression serious.
Panic begins to rise within me, and I swallow hard, nodding hesitantly.
"Um, sure,"
As we step aside into a quieter corner of the hallway, my mind races with worry.
"Olivia, I'll cut to the chase. What's going on between you and Professor King?" She asks and my heart races.
"Oh, uh, nothing! Absolutely nothing at all," I blurt out but the woman's frustrated frown tells me she's not buying it.
"Look, Olivia, I'm not blind or stupid," she says, her voice gentle but firm. "I've observed the two of you quite a few times now, and the way you interact, your proximity—it's suspicious,"
"I...I can understand why it might seem that way, but I assure you, it's all just...professional. Professor King has been tutoring me, so I guess our interactions might have seemed close because of that. But I can guarantee, it's nothing more than that," I lie.
The woman's piercing gaze makes me feel like she can see right through me, and I feel a lump form in my throat.
"Nothing more huh? Then, can you explain to me what you were doing at a beach miles away from here, alone and dressed casually?"
"It's...it's not what you think. There's nothing inappropriate happening between us, really," I respond as my pulse quickens and the woman lets out a resigned sigh.
"Olivia, I'm not trying to scare you, but I've seen how these things can go wrong. I knew a professor who got involved with a student, and it ended badly for both when the school found out. I'm not saying this to judge you, but as a woman and mother of a girl, I care about your future and your reputation. You're young and you deserve someone who truly values you. Think carefully about the path you're on," she speaks kindly, and I force a shaky smile.
"I...I appreciate your concern, really. And I understand what you're saying. But it's not like that with Professor King and me," I say, feeling an unexpected pang of guilt.
