illicit affairs | bucky barnes

chapter 1

Ivy Rogers had always dreamed of her wedding. From the ripe age of six where she first watched 'Say Yes To The Dress' with her mother, she imagined the day she would be a bride. Her dreams were infected with visions of the beautiful day she would walk down the long aisle in the finest white gown to the lucky man she would marry.

Over the years, the dreams altered themselves to fit her new preferences. The dresses took on a slimmer cut, more flowers bloomed along the aisle, more chairs were filled with those she loved.

However, among the rapid changes, one thing remained the same everytime. Each time she would float down the aisle, whether on a pony or on the arm of her father, standing at the end waiting for her was the handsome James Barnes; except the one year she was completely infatuated with Ryan Mendoza in sixth grade (but he's unimportant and a bit of a man whore).

From the moment she was old enough to grasp the meaning of a crush, her eyes snagged James. She declared she would one day marry him.

The problem; he was her father best friend.

He had been around since her father was in high school. He had been around when her dad met her mother; was even the best man at their wedding. He had visited the hospital when she was born. He had even made Ivy the flower girl at his wedding.

He was there for every birthday of hers, every christmas, every thanksgiving. He was always around.

And every year, Ivy's crush grew stronger.

Until one year, she decided to do something about it.

At eleven-years-old, Ivy had confessed her crush to James and he had just laughed in her face, calling her a silly kid. It had angered Ivy beyond compare, leaving her plotting for years.

What she least expected was to wound up at the same college he teaches at eight years after he goes no contact with her family. And to make matters worse, she had been placed in his class and watched him read her name off the roster with zero recognition.

Which she had just watched him do once more as she called a lazy 'here.'

Her Mary Jane's tapped against the floor as she stared at him with a sneer. His face alone ignited a deep anger in her, throwing alcohol on the long burning flames of rage.

Half a semester in and he had still failed to notice her and recall the memories hidden under her name.

The minutes ticked away as Ivy's fingers danced across her keyboard. The idea of a Creative Writing class had excited her beyond comparison until she had arrived and realized who would be teaching it.

Ivy vaguely remembers James yapping on and on about writing a book to her father. She had been young and uninterested in anything but diving into the oceans of his eyes. It hadn't really clicked until day one of her freshman year in college.

But she had to admit, he was a great teacher. His writing was impeccable and he had seemed to enjoy hers as well. He made corrections and seemed invested in her progress. He thoroughly digested her tales of revenge and rage, unaware the words were fantasies of his downfall by the hands of Ivy.

James Barnes was a clueless idiot, unaware of the danger sat three rows up. The danger that pinned him with her gaze as he rested against his oak desk.

"Your assignment will be due 11:59 on Friday night." James informed his class, eyes scanning the many students who were invested in their work. All except the blonde who had her attention on him.

She had intrigued him all year. Her way with words made his hands shake. Her creativity made his breath catch. And the depth and pain in her writing made his heart clench and rattle in his chest.

He'd had several students who had gone on to become world renowned authors but none showed as much promise or vigor as Ivy Rogers. She fascinated him.

And the concept of familiarity filled his head and could not escape the confines of his brain.

"Have a great evening." James announced as the bell announced the end of class. Everyone stood, tossing their belongings away and walking down the steps towards the exit.

Ivy slung the red bag over her shoulder and began heading for freedom when a voice crushed that idea.

"Ms. Rogers. A moment?" Professor Barnes asked, staring at the blonde as he stepped behind his desk, taking a seat on the leather chair.

The blonde glanced at the emptying room before nodding, stepping out of the rush of people and walking towards James.

She tugged at the black skirt clinging to her hips as she came to stand before his desk.

"Am I in trouble?" She asked, tone skeptical.

"No, no." James chuckled, the sound scraping against her eardrums and igniting the fire in her veins. "I just wanted to have a chat." He sat forward, thumbing through a stack of papers until he grasped one and pulled it out. "I reviewed your recent assignment last night- you can have a seat." He cut himself off when he noticed her tense, standing form; motioning to the chair beside his desk.

Ivy stepped towards the chair, placing her bag on the floor and placing her hands in her lap as she sat. "As I was saying, I was looking at your recent assignment last night and I must say it was incredible." A polite smile spread across her lips. "I was captivated. Your work is the best in the class." He chuckled once more, placing the staple pieces of printer paper before her.

"So, did you only ask me here to compliment my writing?" Her voice conveyed humor but her words were laced with venom, hoping to poison him and choke him up.

"No." He softly laughed, tapping a finger on her paper. "I have an offer."

Ivy tilted her head, curious.

"I truly believe you could go somewhere, Ivy. And if you'll accept, I offer private sessions with students. You pick a day I have available and I'll offer advice and guidance." James poked his tongue out, wetting his dry lips. "But, I will make it known, I will give extra assignments. So, you'll be doing double the work. It's your choice."

Ivy's mind raced with ideas. This was the best way to conduct a plan. Get close to him. Earn his trust. Then shatter his life. It was the perfect opportunity.

"Yeah." She nodded, a small smirk stretching across her lips. "Yeah, I would love that, Professor Barnes."

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a/n

finally finished this chapter.

also, this is the final warning that this fic is going to be twisted and VERY wrong. i just want to make it very clear that i do not condone these actions or believe it is right and i'm strictly using it for fictional purposes!

anyways, hope you enjoy!!