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“As much as I’d like to stay, I gotta go,” he says as he zips up his pants.

Once fully dressed again, I take stock of my classroom. For how intense our steamy session was, not much was disturbed. Maybe next time we’ll have to clear the desk in one swoop of passionate lust, just like in the movies. What is this piece of hot man meat doing to me?

As I scan the room I notice the adjoining classroom’s door is slightly ajar. I don’t think I’ve ever seen it open. It’s been locked since I started here. I wonder if it has anything to do with the sound I heard earlier.

“Babe, I know what you’re thinkin’ but I’m sure it’s nothin’,” Ryder comforts.

“I know. I just can’t seem to shake this eerie feeling. Sorry to ruin the mood.”

“Hey, if it means I get to be manly and make you feel safe, I’m all for fulfilling my caveman duties.”

We walk silently out to my vehicle. I really wish he wasn’t leaving me, especially without a set return date.

“I wish you didn’t have to go.”

“Not gonna lie, it’s not gonna be easy bein’ gone from you. But this shit is fuckin’ serious, gotta be dealt with. When I’m in closin’ distance of home, I’ll text, then you better be in our bed, naked. Nothing else would make this worth it.”

With that Ryder leans down to possess my mouth for a soulful five minutes before watching me get into my car. I watch him in my rear view mirror as I head onto the road towards our house. He follows me the whole way before heading out on his own journey.

Chapter 17

Double Ds and Text Messages

It’s been five days since Ryder informed me that he had to leave town because of Mayhem-related business. He didn’t tell me how long he would be away or what exactly it involved and I found myself thinking about him throughout the day at work.

I know Ryder isn’t an angel, I mean he’s a drug dealer for Christ sake. That act alone could possibly land Ryder’s fine ass in jail. I know they’re only dealing pot right now, but it seems like the possibility of it becoming something more serious is scary. And I don’t even know what to make of this whole pimping thing he mentioned. What does that even entail? I really hope that he can convince Axel and the rest of the club not to get involved in anything more serious.

I know from the other night that Ryder is really torn on what to do. Should he go with his gut and what’s right or go along with what the other members want? Please, let him make the right decision because, depending on what it is, I’m not sure I will be able to handle it. Will his decision affect our future? The answer is I’m not really sure.

I’m tidying up my desk before I get ready to leave work, when I glance to the back of my classroom at the door joining the adjacent classroom. As much as Ryder tried to convince me that it was nothing, I still have a bad feeling that someone witnessed our steamy classroom rendezvous. I think that someone could possibly be Brent. He would have access to the key to unlock that door.

I can’t believe that someone actually watched me have sex! It makes me feel sick to my stomach to know something so intimate was possibly witnessed by someone else.

I step out of the front entrance into the parking lot and see lots of students and faculty members walking to their own vehicles or running to catch the bus. As I make my way to my car, I notice that there isn’t anyone waiting for me in the parking lot. Something must be wrong because since he left town, Ryder arranged for someone to follow me home every day.

Ryder’s words ring in my head, “Before you go anywhere, you make sure you have a visual of one of my guys before leavin’. If you don’t see them, you don’t go fuckin’ anywhere.” What do I do?

I can’t stay here forever and Ryder is out of town. I look back at the front entrance and see old Mr. Gutierrez, the Spanish teacher, walk out of the door. I notice his car is parked next to mine, so I walk across the parking lot with him. When I reach my car I go to unlock my door just as my phone buzzes. I dig my phone out of my purse and smile when I see the message from Ryder.

Home 2Nite Babe. Remember Naked Bed. Love U. C U Later.

I immediately text him back.

Can’t wait. Love you too. ;) XOXO

I start my car and blast the radio as I start my drive home. After a couple of minutes the song “One More Night” by Maroon 5 comes on and I sing away to it. My thoughts stray to the sexy tattooed lead singer, which makes me think of my very own sexy tattooed biker. I’ve missed him so much. I can hardly wait to get my hands on his smokin’ hot body tonight. I think I’m in Ryder withdrawal right now and I need my fix.

Pulling into the driveway and shutting off the engine, all I can think about is soaking in a hot bubble bath and relaxing. I’m going to need all the rest I can get because when Ryder comes home tonight, watch out. I start taking my top off as I’m entering our bedroom door, so my shirt is over my head and keeps me from seeing what is waiting for me.

“What the fuck are those hideous things?!”

“Holy Shit!” I scream, tugging my shirt back down over my torso.

When I look over towards the bed where I hear the familiar voice coming from, I freeze. There lies Macie along with her fake Double Ds, buck ass naked and spread eagle on our bed.

“You are such a freak,” she says, taunting and laughing.

Ignoring her comment, I ask her, “What the hell are you doing in my house? And most importantly, why are you naked?”

I’m not entirely sure I want to hear her answers to my questions.

Macie tilts her head back and laughs again, making me want to go over there and punch her in her stupid fake boobs. Who just shows up at someone else’s house naked? Oh, I know. A skanky, whore like Macie.

“Listen to what I have to say to you, Frankenstein. Ryder sent me a text to meet him here. He wants to fuck me tonight.” I cringe at the name she calls me; it takes me back to high school and how people used to tease me back then.

“I don’t believe that. He texted me that he was back tonight and I live with him now. Why would he invite you here?” I fight back the tears because I don’t want to give her the satisfaction of knowing she’s getting to me.

“Your guess is as good as mine. Maybe he wants a three-way, but that ain’t gonna happen. I don’t do scarred freaks,” she taunts.

“There’s no way Ryder would do that! Get the fuck out of our house now!”

Macie gets off of the bed and stomps her naked ass over to me. I instantly back up, not wanting her close to me.

“Listen, you prissy little bitch! Ryder is my man. You’re cute and sweet, I’ll give you that. That’s probably why he’s drawn to you. It would be a challenge to see if someone pure as fuckin’ snow, like you, would be with him, but you’re not really what he wants. Guys like Ryder love it downright nasty in bed, the dirtier the better. You just don’t got what that man needs. And really, I don’t know how he can even stomach to see you naked. You’re fuckin’ disgusting!”

“Ryder’s not like that. He loves me!” I spit out at her, slapping her across her smug face.

She just stands there laughing at me, then she turns around and heads over to the foot of the bed. She bends down and picks up a pair of jeans off of the floor. Putting her hand in the pocket, she hauls out a cell phone and walks back over to me.

“All the men in the club are like it, Ryder is no exception. When are you gonna get that through your thick fuckin’ skull?”

“You are a lying bitch. I want you out of my house, now!” I scream.

“Look at the texts yourself, if you don’t believe me,” she sneers. Pressing a couple of buttons she shows me the display.

Mac, wanna fuck U 2nite.

OK babe. Where?

My place. B prepared not 2 walk right for a week.

Fuck yeah!

I don’t even finish reading the raunchy texts that keep getting dirtier as I go because I feel the bile come up in my throat. I rush to the bathroom and vomit in the toilet. The tears start running from my eyes and I try to catch my breath. I can’t believe Ryder would do this to me. I thought he loved me, but I guess Macie is right. He doesn’t. He just wants someone to fuck and I was so eager to let him in my pants.

I’ve got to get out of here, NOW!

I grab whatever I can and pack it into my overnight bag. Macie is still in the room and I can’t stomach to look at her. I’m a fucking joke! How did I ever think this was going to work out? As I walk out of the bedroom, Macie yells out, “See ya! I’ll think of you when I’m fuckin’ Ryder tonight!” She laughs.

I run out of the house and get into my car. Trying to calm myself down enough so I can drive and not get into an accident and kill myself, I pick up my cell phone and text Ryder.

FUCK YOU ASSHOLE! DON’T EVER COME NEAR ME AGAIN!

Where am I going to go? I don’t have my apartment anymore and if I stay in a hotel, Ryder will find me like he did last time. First person I think of is Sandra, the mathematics teacher. She and I have gotten to know each other over the past couple of weeks and have even gone out for lunch a couple of times. I dial her number and she picks up on the second ring, “Hello.”

“Hi, Sandra. This is Ella,” I say, sniffling.

“Hi, Ella. Are you okay? You sound like you’re crying.”

“Yeah. Listen, I need a favour. Something has happened between me and Ryder and I need a place to stay for a couple of days. Do you think I could stay at your place?”

“Sure, honey. No problem.”

“Great. Thanks,” I sigh with relief.

She gives me the directions to her house and then we disconnect. I quickly text Payton, letting her know what’s happening and power off my phone. I don’t want Ryder trying to contact me, not that I think he will bother to call me, but just in case.

I turn the key in the ignition and start to back out of the driveway. Looking up I see Macie standing in the open doorway, wearing what looks like one of Ryder’s t-shirts. She gives me the finger, smiles and then heads back into the house shutting the door.

I look at Ryder’s house and can’t help but think of the future we could have had. I drive away with a broken heart.

****

I stayed at Sandra’s house all weekend. Without having Payton here, Sandra is the next best thing. She provides a great shoulder to cry on and she doesn’t judge me. Once I cried myself out, I attempt to prepare some tests for my upcoming classes.

Monday finally rears its ugly head again. For each of my classes, they complete the test, so I don’t have to actually do any teaching that day. I’m a complete mess, but I vow to myself to try to get it together for tomorrow. I‘ve got a class to teach, and I can’t let this affect my job.

I’m still reeling from the whole Macie/Ryder situation. I can’t believe how easily I was played. Ryder doesn’t have different sides: Sexy Ryder, Sweet Ryder, Scary Ryder or whatever Ryder he is for that moment. Nope, there’s only one Ryder. Asshole Ryder!

I make it through the day without crying. As the final student files out of the classroom, there is a light tapping at my door. Looking up, I notice it is Sandra.

“Did you hear anything from Ryder?” she asks.

I shake my head no. “I turned off my phone Friday evening and haven’t turned it back on since. He won’t call me, but I’m not taking that chance.”

“It just doesn’t make any sense,” she says, shrugging her shoulders.

“What doesn’t?” I ask.

“Why Ryder would invite her back to your house knowing you’d be there?”

“He’s a fucking asshole, that’s why. It doesn’t have to make sense.”

“I’m not convinced.”

“Look, I read the texts myself, Sandra. I know what I saw.”

“Okay, if you say so. Are you going to be spending a few more nights at my place?”

“Yes, if you don’t mind. I can book a hotel room, if I’m over-staying my welcome. Really it’s not a problem, just let me know,” I say.

“No, no. I kind of like the company. It’s nice having a friend around to talk to.”

“Other than Payton, you’re my only friend. I really appreciate everything you’ve done for me. It’s been really nice to have someone to talk to. Thanks.”

“Anytime sweetie,” she says, hugging me.

“Do you want to get Chinese tonight for dinner?”

“Sure,” I answer, laughing.

“I’ll meet you back at the house in about an hour.”

“Okay. See you then.”

Sandra leaves and I get my things together and head out into the hallway. I hear a clanging sound echo in the dark hallway. Looking around I don’t see anyone, but I get this eerie feeling like someone is watching me. Goose bumps break out over my skin. Okay, I freaked the fuck out.

“Hello?” My voice nervously echoes down the hallway. No response. Maybe it was the janitor going into one of the washrooms. He always has his iPod on listening to music as he cleans, so he probably can’t hear me when I call out.

I quickly walk out of the school and head towards my parked car. Looking up I come to an abrupt stop. Ryder has his arms crossed over his chest and is leaning against my car.