Her Innocence His Addiction

The class ended two hours later. I kept my head low throughout those hours, unable to look at him. Knowing he was finally leaving brought a bit of calmness to me. 

"I learned that he gave you guys an individual project," he said, packing his books. It was officially the end of the class. 

Some voices mumbled a "yes", while others whined. 

"He asked me to collect them. So this is what we're gonna do, yeah?"

I wasn't listening. I mean, I was, but I was more panicky about the fact that I hadn't completed my project. How could I when Mum wouldn't give me a break?

I quickly took out my notes from my bag and began getting the work done. It was supposed to be submitted in a printed form, but I guess I'll have to beg the professor to pardon me. The important thing is that I submitted something, right?

"Girlfriend," April nudged me. I paused scribbling in my notes and looked at her. She tipped her head forward and I looked. 

Her Dad was staring right at me again. I sucked in a shaky breath. 

"Willow Smokes, where was your mind at? You didn't hear a word I said."

"Uh..." I wasn't sure how to reply. I can't say that I was finishing up my project. I'd be ratting myself out. 

"See me after class." He deadpanned. Panic yanked at my insides. I do not wanna see him after class. 

"The rest of you, submit your projects to Willow. She'll bring it to my office. Have a nice day." He was gone in a blink. 

I didn't even want to think about what he just said. Finishing up my project was more important. 

April helped me collect the projects of the rest of the class. I took a quick glance at her and she was bickering with the HAS girls. They're always on each other's throats; it doesn't faze me anymore. 

Minutes later, she was back at my desk. "God, I hate those girls!"

"You'd fit in their little group if you didn't hate them so much." I teased.

"I'd rather die than be friends with those little witches." She huffed, folding her arms. "I think they're just jealous of me..."

"Here we go again." I rolled my eyes playfully. Trust April to give you major main character energy every damn time. 

"But it's true." She insisted. "I mean, why else-"

I turned off her voice, focusing solely on my project. Half an hour later, I was done. 

"Thank God!" I stretched. My bones were sore. 

"Yeah, thank God." She scoffed, getting on her feet. "He sat here with you for half an hour. Sure, let's thank him."

"Thank you, April." I laughed, blowing her a kiss.

I stood and grabbed my bag. She helped me carry the books until we were close to her Father's office. 

"See you later." She waved, going the opposite direction. 

I was itching to beg her to come with me. But it'd be a dead giveaway, and I didn't want her to suspect me. 

So I braced myself and knocked on the door. 

"Who is it?" His edgy voice came from inside. 

I gulped. "It's...it's...Willow, Sir."

"Come inside."

Dear God...

My shaky fingers pushed the doorknob and the door opened. I walked in slowly and shut the door behind me. 

I almost didn't. But the air conditioner was on. He'd be pissed if I left the door open. 

He was sitting on his leather chair, his coat was gone, the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up and he had glasses resting on the bridge of his nose. 

I was struggling to navigate my breathing amidst my racing heart. It doesn't help that he looks so nonchalantly hot...it doesn't help me one bit. 

"Took you forever," He said with a smile. But his eyes were cold. It gave me chills. 

"I'm...I'm...here to drop these." I gestured at the books. 

He pointed at his table. I came forward slowly, dropping the books on it. 

"I'll get going, Sir..." I bowed, ready to race out of here. 

"Why did you disappear?" He dropped the question, taking off his glasses. 

I froze. 

He stood in a slow, menacing pace, towering over me. Thank God there was a table between us. 

His hands were braced on it as he leaned forward. "Why did you run away, Willow?"

"I...didn't..."

"Oh, yes, you did. I woke up the next morning and you were gone. Vanished. I wanna think it wasn't because you didn't enjoy what happened."

"No...I...I...had to go see my Mum..."

"So you enjoyed it?"

"No..."

"No?" He gritted out in a very husky tone. 

I was jittery. What should I say? No? Yes? What?

"Please just let me go back to my classes." I pleaded, almost tearing up. "Whatever happened between us has to remain a secret forever. You said so yourself, right? You said we weren't gonna mention it after that night."

He stayed quiet for seconds, boring holes in me with his eyes. His jaw was clenching like it had some murder instinct. I wasn't sure why he seemed so angry. 

Wasn't this what he wanted to hear? 

Wasn't he supposed to be happy that I'm willing to let it go?

He leaned up and walked out of his seat, hands in his pockets. 

"You're young and naive, Willow. So I bet you don't know this. But you don't run off in the morning after such an intense moment. It's...disrespectful." 

"I didn't mean to disrespect you..."

"I'm sure you didn't, you're such a good girl, you wouldn't dare." He snorted. He was getting closer to me. My heart was pounding with every step he took. 

Soon, he was in front of me, intimidating me with his height and intense aura. His hand left his pocket and found its way to my neck, softly wrapping around it. 

I gasped. "S...Sir..."

"You don't get to brush me under the fucking bus either, Willow." His voice was low and rusty. "I call the shots, not you. You're too fucking young to even dare."

My eyes widened in confusion. What does that mean?

"Sure, we're gonna pretend it never happened, but why the fuck is that very easy for you to do? You're young, it was your first time. You should be shattered. You should be bawling your eyes out. You should be hating me. Not being this fucking calm and boldly telling me that we should forget it happened."

"But...but...isn't that what you wanted?"

He yanked my face forward, and I gasped. Those eyes were creeping me out. His harsh breath hitting my face made my nerves clench. Slowly, he gave a tight smile. 

"It sure is. I don't wanna be reminded that I fucked my daughter's virgin, naive best-friend." He gritted out. 

That was harsh. 

"Then...then...why are you angry?"

His eyes flickered. "I'm not angry. I'm just..." his gaze fell to my lips. Slowly, he began lowering his face to mine. 

"Sir...Anderson..." I'd hate myself even more if he repeats any bit of what happened that night.

"You shouldn't have left like that. Maybe then, I wouldn't be as confused and...incensed as I am right now."

"I...I...don't...understand..."

"You wanna know the crazy thoughts that went through my head?"

"No..." 

Something snapped in his eyes. He left my neck, held my arm, and swiftly shoved me to the table. 

"Bend over."

"Sir..." 

"Bend over." He seethed.

"No..."

His jaw tightened dangerously. "I forbid you from using that word on me. It's yes or yes. No more bloody nos from you."

"Please let me go..." Tears dropped from my eyes. "...this...this isn't the place for this. What if someone walks in?"

"Bend the fuck over!" He silently yelled, pinning me down on the table. I tried to stand but his hand kept me down. 

"Sir!" I whimpered, but he was adamant in my silent struggles.

"You're bloody young to be in my damn head, Willow. And too fucking soon makes it more insane!" He cussed, yanking up my dress. "All we had was a moment. You had no business haunting my thoughts and my damn dreams."

"I don't know what you're talking about...please let me go..."

"Then let me show you," he shoved down my panties, thrusting two fingers into my wet pussy. 

I whimpered at the forceful entry. His fingers went in too deep, stringing out a muffled cry from me.

"Those damn quiet whimpering of yours...they haunted me every night." He shoved faster, mercilessly, like he was serving me a punishment. I held the edges of the table as my body vibrated from his vicious thrusts.  

"Oh...my...God..." my lips quivered. My eyes rolled and danced at the rippling surge building inside me. I held the edges tighter, waiting for it.

"Your teary blue eyes haunted me..."

He clenched out, pulling out his fingers and shoving them all the way in. 

"I'm gonna...I'm gonna cum..." I squirmed on the table.

"Head down." He ordered, holding down my head with his grip on my hair. "Now cum for me, you little insolent girl."

I busted. My legs quivered as I orgasmed so hard. 

"Daddy..." I didn't know when that came out. It just felt like the natural thing to call him right now. 

He swatted my ass cheeks. "That's what I am, your fucking Daddy. You don't get to run away from me, Willow. This better be the last time."