YES SIR

CHAPTER TEN.

ETHAN'S POV.

I wake up to an empty bed. Well looks like Sam did the walk of shame pretty early. I get into the shower, washing off the remnants of last night's escapades and thinking of what happened. When I'm done, I get out and walk to my one-man walk-in closet to pick out an outfit for today.

I decide on black slacks and a dark gray shirt tucked into my pant trousers. I pick up my keys, disregarding breakfast.

I walk into my class earlier than usual only to see the seats where Ethella and her boyfriend usually occupy are empty. Where the hell is she?!? She's almost never late in the days I have her.

I sit at my desk in the front and wait for the class to fill out while occasionally scanning it to see if she's already here. Just when I'm about to start the lecture, I look up at the door to see Ethella, and I almost smile until I look over her outfit to realize; those are not her clothes and she looks very unruly, like someone had their hands in her hair.

The thought infuriates me but when my eyes move lower and connect with their adjoined hands, my jaw automatically tightens and I look away from them, balling my fists under my desk.

I calm myself and tell them to go to their seats. I almost lose it when I see what is written on the back of the jacket she's wearing - CAMERON.

Throughout the class she just keeps her head on her boyfriend's shoulder, not once looking up.

As soon as the class ends, I sit back in my chair and do a man spread with my head thrown back and my arms on the armrests. There is the shuffling of students leaving until I hear nothing. I close my eyes and try to think of why she would wear his clothes.

She should be wearing mine, just the thought of her wearing my dress shirt half buttoned and having those thick thighs on display has me releasing a sensual groan when my cock twitches.

I put my left hand on my clothed cock trying to adjust myself which only makes me release an unrestrained moan. And that's when I hear a soft gasp that has my eyes flying open.

It's Ethella, she's standing in front of my desk watching me with pink tinted cheeks, parted pink lips and oddly looking innocent eyes focused on my mouth. When I lick my lips, her eyes follow the motion and she bites hers while fiddling with her hands.

My dick twitches again in my slacks just remembering how she beat up that guy yesterday, it was so sexy seeing her whoop ass and handling herself. I clear my throat.

"Ahem, Miss Damon?? Is there anything I can help you with??" I ask in a strained voice.

She just keeps staring at me so I get up from my seat and her eyes roam down my body to land on my obvious erection and she blushes even more but doesn't move. I bite my lip to hide a grin.

I walk up to her and stand in front of her, lifting her chin with my thumb and index finger to get her to look in my eyes. When our eyes meet, I almost let slip a groan. Fuck she is beautiful.

"Ethella." I huskily whisper and that seems to snap her out of it because she rapidly blinks up at me and steps back. I immediately miss her warmth. I try to reign in the desire coursing through me to ask. "Is there something you wanted Miss Damon?" My voice sounds so deep, even to my ears.

She gulps, looking anywhere but at me and stammers out a response. "Well, uh, you see, I -uh... shit I forgot." She says in one breath and all but runs out of the hall. I can't help but laugh at that because this is the second time she's run away from me. She's both adorable and sexy at the same time.

I don't know if I want to eat her up or eat her out.

I breathe out a sigh and move to my desk while discreetly adjusting my cock, I pick up my stuff before leaving to go cool off in my office.

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I still can't believe I nearly had her. I rub my hand down my face and proceed to walk out of the building when I suddenly stop to look around and there she is.

But, something is wrong. She's on the phone but she's looking around like she's waiting for someone to pop out of somewhere but then she drops her phone and falls to her knees. What's happening?? Where's her boyfriend? She clutches her chest and I can see her mouth moving but I can't hear as I'm too far.

When I start walking her, she falls to her side which gives me a view of her face and what I see has me running to her. She's having a panic attack, a major one with the way she has difficulty catching her breath. When I'm almost at her side, her eyes close and she goes still.

I run faster to close the distance. I sit on the floor, fuck my attire. I put her head on my lap and begin stroking her hair then I hear some distant noises, when I look around I notice it is from her phone which she dropped without disconnecting the call.

"For fuck sakes Ethella, please answer me. I'm getting worried and I'm on my way. I didn't leave I swear."

So this is the reason she had a panic attack? Because of this fuckward?? Did he break up with her? Out of rage I pick it up to answer.

"What the hell did you do to her boy?" I ask enraged. I hear rustling and then a click indicating he cut the call. I sit staring at the phone until I see a car speeding down the road, it comes to a sudden halt and then I hear the opening and slamming of a car door.

"Ethella? Ethella? Ethella where are you please?? See, I'm here and I didn't leave. Please Damon." He keeps yelling sounding more broken and desperate to find her. I decide to stand up then swiftly bend down to pick her up bridal style. Damn I can't help but think her curves are in all the right places.

No Ethan, focus.

I adjust her in my arms and begin walking to my car, I'm not passing her to him since he caused this. When I'm a few feet from my car I hear a holler, "Oh my gawd no!!! Damon!! Damon!! What happened to her?? Sir??" He runs up to me and looks down at her then pushes a strand of her hair behind her ear.

I almost growl, how dare he touch my baby girl after what he did to her? When he tries to take her into his own arms, I tighten my hold on her and move her away shooting him an icy glare. He lifts his eyes to mine and glares back with a scowl. "Sir, give her to me."

"Give her to you? Are you not the reason she is like this in the first place??" I almost yell and he attempts to take her again but I shift her away yet again.

"Sir, you may think you know what is going on but you do not and I strongly advise you give her to me." Before I can reply he forcibly takes her away from me and begins walking to his car.

I contemplate going to take her back but decide against it. After all, he's her boyfriend hence the one she chose. I have no say in it. He's young and clearly more desirable and her type while I'm a 33 year old man and 13 years older than her, of course she wouldn't want me.

I take a step back as I watch him put her in the backseat and run to the driver's seat before taking off. I release a defeated sigh before getting into my own car and driving home.