To Breathe Again

Chapter 39 - Security Breach

Hi guys.  I've been enjoying some crazy southern weather lately.  At least it's not 100 degrees yet.  I'm writing this while listening to a thunderstorm.  Am I the only one that loves the sound of rain? 

This chapter switched POV's a few times.  Sorry if it's confusing but it was the best way to tell this part of the story.  Enjoy!

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Grant's POV

"Ya'll I feel like she musta had somebody tailin' 'er or somethin' 'cause there ain't no reason why they'd know she was 'ere insteada at 'er house on the regular. I know she ain't been there since Tony died but unless someone was watchin' 'er, she ain't said nothin' ta no one else." I said to Trent and Sammy who's currently sittin' in my office. My office is purty different than Trent's or Sammy's. Mine looks more like a park ranger's office 'er somethin' like it. I got deer heads and bass fish mounted on my walls, my desk is a piece of drift wood I pulled from the lake and carved inta my desktop and tha legs are dark cedar. I got me a fireplace over in tha corner and a deer skin rug on the floor. Tha boys 'r sittin' in my large guest chairs in fronta my desk and we're talkin' through ideas and options.

"I agree." Trent replies. "I think they've been watchin' her for a while and I also believe that they are aware of her relationship with us. The minute we came into her life, everything seemed to escalate and has continued to get more and more dangerous."

"Then I think she needs to go with me to my classes today. I have only a hand full of classes and the rest is office hours. Plus the college has a shit ton of cameras on campus, so that should help to deter anyone wanting to cause her harm." Sammy says lookin' over his schedule on his phone.

Trent nods and I reply. "Yeah. I think that's probably best. I know I've got ta meet with a few potential new clients taday and I've no idea what kinda atmosphere I'm walkin' into. If I end up talkin' to somebody that decides he wants ta look at Flower the way most men do, with the headspace I'm in right 'bout now, I think I'd do somethin' not so nice and that's not what's best."  I hear them laughin' but we all agree for her to go with Sammy.

Michelle's POV

Sammy has asked me to go with him to the University today. I think it might be fun. It's been years since I've been on a college campus. I told him that I will go with him but only if we drive separately in case I get overly bored and want to head back to the cabin. He reluctantly takes me up on my offer and we head to campus.

Once we walk into his building, he becomes all business. I can't say that I'm not turned on by "Professor" Samuel Middleton. I really like this version of him. I normally only get to see a glimpse of this side of him in bed, all dominate. All the rest of the time he's so sensitive and loving with me. I see these little college girls swooning over him as we walk down the hall to his office. I am a little unnerved by their youth and beauty but I try to put it out of my mind when I see him roll his eyes at some of their seductive "please fuck me" faces they try on him.

We reach his office and he closes the door behind us. He starts putting his things away while I take a seat in one of his guest chairs. It's not long before there's a knock on the door.

"Come in." he says in a monotone voice.

A young blond walks in wearing something I would've never worn when I was in college. My normal attire for class was T-shirts and pajama pants. I figured that I was there to get an education, not to impress anyone, so I dressed comfy. This girl looks like she's ready to go out on date that will very likely end up with her clothes on the floor. "Professor Middleton," she purs and gets a little closer to him than I'd like. She completely ignores the fact that I'm there, if she saw me at all. Her eyes are glued to his ass while he's bent over pulling items out of his briefcase. Before I get a change to say something about keeping her fucking eyes off my man, she continues. He sits down in his chair. "I need to talk to you about the assignment next week." She's leaning against his desk, trying to push her non-existent breast towards him and cocking her hip out to the side to, I assume, try to give the illusion of some sort curve to her rail thin body. Not that there's anything wrong with that. Some guys love that body type, my ex included, but I don't think that's what Sammy goes for based on his love of my curves.