A Fractured Lover (Student/Teacher)

Chapter 28

Nathans POV

I watched Alex's light brown eyes double in size as her head flew in the direction of the front door where the knock originated from.

"You're joking right?" Her melodic voice asked lightly.

God, I wish I was.

"No," I said and reached out to brush my hand across her shoulder in a comforting manner. "I wish I was but he insisted since he was already coming by to pick up Silvia that he meet you too."

"With Silvia here? Where she could blow our entire cover?" She asked exasperatedly, her chest rising with each heavy, anxious breath that she took, making her breast rise and fall in an all too tempting display. Their curves, rounding out perfectly at the top where just a preview of her cleavage was showing, teasing me relentlessly.

God, she really has the best rack ever...

"Nathan!"

Alex's voice snapped me back into the present and my gaze finally left her chest and found her awaiting stare.

"Sorry, I was just-"

"I know what you were doing, perv," She said with that sarcastic glint in her eye that I had become overly attached to and loved the sight of.

"So are you going to answer the door or should I, your student?" She asked, pulling me back into our current predicament.

"He doesn't have to know that you are my student." I got up off of the couch and laced my fingers through hers, forcing her up off of the couch and tailing behind me. I knew she was reluctant to meet him but a part of me wanted this to happen. A part of me yearned for the approval of a father figure, someone to pat me on the pack with a proud look in his eyes and say that I had someone really special. It wasn't like I needed some sort of reassurance that Alex was in fact that someone special, more so just for the ritual aspect of it all. A father telling his son that he had done right by him; even if it wasn't his own father.

I spun on my heel once we reached the door to face Alex. Her entire body was tensed and nervous. She kept running a hand through her long locks of hair; a nervous tick of hers that I had picked up on a while ago.

Her eyes darted up to mine as I stepped closer to her, bringing her soft, curvaceous body into mine, my large hands skimming over her slim waist.

"Just be yourself and he will love you," I said, soothing her with my touch and words. She really had nothing to worry about but the fact that she was making so much out of meeting Dan, someone who she now knew how important to me he was, made my chest constrict with so much emotion that it left me breathless.

"Okay." She nodded and forced a smile to rise on her plump lips.

I gave her one last reassuring look before turning and opening the front door, revealing a man whom I respected and looked up to more than anyone since my dad passed.

Dan Gordon's light grey, wise eyes met mine. He looked the same as he had just a few months ago; maybe with a few added gray hairs. His once blonde hair, like Silvia's, had begun to gray over the years as he was pushing 60 now. Yet, he was still relatively in shape. His shoulder still stood broad and his height almost matched mine in size.

Within the first second of seeing me, Dan's thin lips rose into a familial sort of smile and walked directly into my house without question and went to embrace me, the way a father would their son if they had not seen each other for months on end.

"You look good, kid." Dan's voice rasped as he clapped me on the back a couple times.

"Not so sure I can say the same for you, old man," I joked back, earning me a swift smack on the back of my head.