𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐏𝐞𝐭

Chapter 2- I'll Regret This

Maddison
In no time, I was in Mister Lennox's car, silent beside him. He didn't bother trying to converse with me. After I said yes, he just led me to his car. The silence didn't bother me. I liked it. He stops at a fast food joint halfway though.

"What do you want to eat?" he asks.
"I'm okay. I don't have any money."
"I didn't ask if you were okay, nor did I ask if you had money," he deadpans, reaching for his door handle.
"Um... Any–anything with lots of meat," I mumble, a red hue shifting across my face. He nods and gets out. My mind lingers to the past few weeks. Mister Lennox had always been an attractive person, but asking him to marry me was a spur of the moment thing I still couldn't feel the need to regret. Who wouldn't want to marry him?

He's huge and muscular: clear signs of the alpha gene. His skin was fair and his hair was shiny and silver, stopping just below his shoulders. I could never stop staring at his perfect jaw, highlighted just the right way with a five o'clock shadow which he never lets grow out. He always dressed rather well, whether it be in turtlenecks–which flexed his thick neck–flaunted his thick neck–or half suits, he could pull it off. I loved his silver eyes. They were feline shaped and so addicting. They were like a drug that I didn't want to withdraw from. His voice was a baritone sound and it was husky when he was speaking sternly. It proclaimed dominance over my heart and I think he knows that. His hands are huge and warm. It's weird that I never minded him touching me, but even weirder that just after his first week at the school, I had fantasies of him using his large hands to spank me. I felt embarrassed everytime I watched him after that for a week, but the yearning never went away. Even when I closed myself off from people, he always had the slightest, tiniest opening. I never thought he'd use it though. Fortunately, he did, and here we are today. It's funny how I have a crush on my teacher through all of the bullshit I deal with.

After daydreaming, I decide to call Addison's phone.

"Hello? Maddy, where are you?" she asks immediately.
"I can't tell you who I'm with, but I did as you said... I can't come back though. Not while Daddy's home."
"Okay? This is suspicious."
"I'm with someone I trust... I need a favor though."
"What do you need?"
"Can you go into my room and pull out the suitcase in the closet?"
"What do you want me to put in it?"
"Not that one. I have a suitcase pre-packed with clothes and medicine in case of an emergency." She goes silent at first. "Addy?"
"Yes... I'm sorry you have to live like this."
"It's fine..."
"It's not. I'm glad you have someone you trust."
"Yeah..."
"I'll get Daddy out of the house tomorrow around lunch. Come pick it up so I can say bye one time."
"I think I can do that. Thank you, Addison."
"It's the least I can do."

I hang up the phone once I notice Mister Lennox coming back. He places the food on my lap before getting in and strapping himself in.

"Who were you on the phone with?" he asks, changing gears.
"Why is that important?" I wrinkle my eyebrows.
"I don't need your attitude right now, Little One. If this is going to work, I need your full compliance and honesty. You're gonna be your own demise, so right now, while you still have medication, pain, and anxiety in your system, I'm gonna ask questions and I need honest answers." He puts his hand out. I unlock my phone and put it into his hand.

"I was talking to my sister," I respond softly. He checks the phone then hands it back to me.
"About?"
"I asked her to grab my runaway bag..."
"When can we get it?" he asks, leaving the parking lot.
"Tomorrow around twelve."
"Good."
"Mister Lennox..."
"Yes?"
"I'm sorry if I made you upset..."
"I'm not upset."
"It seems that way. I can't smell nor produce any pheromones because of my medication–"
"Stop, that's why I'm upset. You shouldn't have to destroy your body just so a man, who's two times your age and your biological blood, can keep his hands on me. The entire thing is nerve wracking."
"I'm sorry."
"Why are you apologizing?"
"I–I should've kept my problems to myself."
"Don't ever do that."The car fell silent again. It finally stops again in front of a small condo. It looked expensive despite being small. Mister Lennox gets out and walks around, opening my door for me. He takes the food off my lap and helps me out of the car. I limp my way up to the doorway.