Page 78 of Wicked Little Secret
“Goodbye!”
I slam the door shut in her face, effectively cutting her off.
My face falls into my hands as a rumbly noise vibrates from my throat. To say I’m frustrated by what just happened would be an understatement. Not only did Mom turn up unannounced, she came by whileTheronwas here.
She proceeded to treat him rudely and then turned her nosy endeavor onto the old newspapers from twenty years ago. How could she think it was any of her business?!
There’s a boundary issue between us.
There always has been. But I’ve cut her slack because of what she’s suffered.
The way the community in Castlebury treated her sickens me to my stomach. It was beyond unjust. Some fucked up cocktail of racism, misogyny, and classism that culminated in her expulsion for daring to hide her pregnancy and my father’s murder at the hands of the Valentine Killer.
That included years of painful harassment and mockery for the both of us.
Mom seems like she’d rather take the high road. She wants to put the past behind us.
I’m simply not so forgivingorforgetful.
I wouldn’t be dedicating years to this cause if I didn’t believe in my heart I needed to avenge my family.
I needed to make everyone who had a hand in our destruction pay. The Driscolls, the Wickers, the Rothenbergs.
The Valentine Killer.
“It’ll be sweet,” I whisper to myself, setting the old newspaper back on top of the stack. “It’ll all be worth it.”
I wish I could say I was sensible enough to leave my hookup with Professor Adler as a one-time-only thing.
My body shakes uncontrollably, my orgasm exploding within. He grips my curls tighter with one hand and palms my ass with the other. His dick’s so deep, I’d swear he were about to split me in two until he’s tumbling over the edge with me.
I face plant into my pillows while he half collapses on top of me.
We huff air into our lungs, breathing like we’ve run several miles. The intense sex we’ve had is close enough.
The more I experience him, the more I learn Professor Adler enjoys getting a little rough. I enjoy it just as much.
A week has passed since that evening in the museum and we’ve made a habit of meeting up after hours. Always my apartment. Always under the veil of secrecy.
Mom hasn’t dared drop by again.
It wouldn’t matter if she did; I replaced the lock in the door.
Each night he shows up at my place, my body’s left tingling with satisfaction after it’s all said and done. I’m left getting the best sleep I’ve had in months.
But this isn’t just sex—lying in bed by the moonlight streaming into my dark bedroom, we have some of the best conversations I’ve ever had in mylife.
Professor Adler—Theron—is so easy to talk to it’s almost frightening.
We talk about school. His class. Specifics on cases he took as a working defense attorney. I pick his brilliant mind for his opinions and input on criminal law.
We talk art and philosophy and about our quirks.
I even bait him into a conversation about pop culture.
“C’mon,” I laugh. “You expect me to believe you don’t watch TV ever?”
“Other than the news and documentaries.”