The Professor's Daughter [Part 2 of 2]

9 | F*ck.

Leah's POV

My intuition tends to be right most of the time, so I usually don't question things... but what I mentioned before about something being "off" with Jennifer, and our relationship, I cannot shake it. Today went okay, I mean she wasn't here for most of the day. I don't know what errands she had to run, and I didn't feel the need to ask. All I know is that she just got home and I hear her shuffling in the kitchen.

She has been home for a few minutes and hasn't even come to see if I am here or not. I just feel like she doesn't care... or maybe that is just me looking way too far into things like I usually do.

Jennifer appears in the doorway of her bedroom and stops, "I'm home." "I see. Get things done?" I ask her, nestled comfortably in her bed. "I did. Here, catch." She says and tosses something onto the bed. I grab it and realize it is a phone. "What is this?" "Well, it is a phone. Usually people use to to call, text, take pictures..." she teases. I grin a little at her sarcasm and she comes and sits at the very end of the bed. "I meant, why are you throwing a phone at me?" "You need a phone, Leah. I just put you on my plan." Jennifer says, like it is no big deal.

Little things like this that she does make my heart want to explode out of my chest. She is thoughtful and caring, but she's being so distant and I hate it. It is like mixed signals on steroids with her.

"Thank you... I'm going to get a job tomorrow." I say and she nods her head, "okay." "Jen, I don't want you to feel like you have to let me live with you..." I say, softly. "I don't feel that way." She says back. "Okay..." I sigh. She starts to smile slowly and she leans back and puckers her lips a little. I place my hand at her cheek and peck her lips, "I love you." "You better." She winks as she gets up and walks toward her bathroom.

When Jennifer comes back from her bathroom she is wearing a white t-shirt with just her underwear, no bra, her glasses, and her hair is up. Simple and sexy as hell. I swear, the woman could wear a trash bag and still be stunning.

"Come here." I say to her. I'm going to keep trying to get us back to how we were, regardless of how much she fights me. "What is it?" She asks me and stands by the edge of the bed. "I just wanna hold you." I say innocently. She smiles and crawls into bed with me and I hug her and lay my head against her. I pull my hand up and down her back slowly and she sighs, "has your family reached out?" "Not once." I respond. "I'm sorry, Leah." "I feel better without them. I want to be here, with you."

I lift my head and look at Jennifer and kiss her slowly and sweetly. She's back to smelling all luxurious and sexy and I am loving it. I pull my hands down and let my fingertips touch her neck and she keeps kissing me right back. So far, so good.

I take the step I took this morning when she pulled back, again. Surprisingly she accepts my tongue and returns the favor. We make out for several minutes and I exhale deeply. I need her. "Jen." I breathe her name and she stops kissing me and pulls her hand down the side of my face. "Shh."

I kiss her again, several more times actually, and I roll onto my back so that she has to move on top of me. I hold myself up with my elbows, still kissing those perfect, pink, hot lips of hers. She takes her hands to my thighs and pulls me closer to her hips. I leave my legs spread around her waist and I hear that awful sound.

She sighs. Hard.

Moments after that dreadful sigh, she stops kissing me and sits on her knees between my legs. I feel her hand slide off of my thigh and she shakes her head, "Leah..." "I don't quite get it. Is not having sex with me part of some sort of punishment or..? I mean, if you're trying to punish me for something I have other ideas that include lots of sex. Beneficial for both of us." I say, looking up at her with desperation in my eyes.

"I am sure you do have ideas, but I just- Leah, I don't know how to make you understand." She says. I furrow my brows, pull my legs from around her, closing them, and look at her intently. "You really don't want to have sex with me?" "It isn't that, baby! I just- after everything that has happened my mind is fucked. You're seventeen!" She says, sort of just blurting it out. I let my face create a very subtle scowl and she shakes her head. "Don't-" "I get it. I'm a baby to you. That's why you won't fucking touch me, you let me live here, feed me, buy me a phone... I get it. You consider me your responsibility now." I hiss, obviously frustrated.

"Leah!" She yells. I sigh and push my hand through my hair. "Jennifer, I do not want to be with someone who babies me!! What the fuck?!" "Please, sit down. I did not mean it that way and you know it." "No, the only thing I know right now is that we aren't okay, Jennifer. Everything else is a big fucking blur and it is really fucking scary for me. I know your sister thinks of me as some little girl who decided it would be cool to fuck with you, and now I guess you consider me something similar to that too!" I sass. Jennifer sighs and closes her eyes, falling flat on her back.

I stand there for a moment, heart pounding and an anger burning inside of me. "SAY SOMETHING!" I yell and Jennifer jumps up, walks to me and slams me into the wall. She kisses me hard and in a very nasty way, her hands touching every inch of me within seconds.

Between the groans and grunts coming from both of us, she mutters this: "You wanna fuck, Leah? Let's fuck."