Page 101 of Broken Prince
This is wrong, I shouldn’t be flirting with my professor.
Yet, I can’t help but feel the way I do about him.
God, my head is a fucking mess. I have feelings for my stepbrothers that I can’t explore without causing World War III at this point, and now I’m hot for my professor.
I could tell him no, this can’t go any further... only I don’t want to. I want to see where things go with Kai. But I can't until I talk to him about everything that's going on in my life. Starting something with someone on a lie would only lead to disaster.
But how do you tell a man you’ve only met because of a one-night stand–and that night was based on a lot of little white lies–that you're into three other men, men who are off-limits. And that I’m in some kind of fucked up agreement with one of their baby mamas.
What I do know is that I like Kai. I want to get to know him better. And I don’t want to go out searching for another man to fill the whole find-a-boyfriend requirement.
Only thing is, Stacy is going to want me to show proof that I’m seeing someone. I can’t very well tell her that I’m dating my professor. That would only give her leverage to blackmail me.
Kai: Guess you're just going to have to wait and find out.
Sighing, I toss my phone onto my bed as my mind plays out a few scenarios.
With everything going on, dating should be the last thing I’m doing. Yet, one of the fucked up conditions for Stacy to stop being a raging cunt and ruining Logan’s life is to get a fucking boyfriend.
At this point, maybe I should just swear off all men and go into hiding. Maybe I could give women a try?
As much as that idea sounds wonderful, I’m not attracted to women. Shame, because Winter would make a wonderful girlfriend. But at least I’ll have her as my bestie.
“I really need to get organized,” I mutter as I take in the tiny space. The nice thing is, I don’t have to room with anyone. The downside is there's a reason for that, and it’s because this room is so damn small it wouldn’t fit another person in here. There’s just enough room for a bed, dresser, and a small desk.
I’m going to have to bring a lot of my things back to the house because there’s no way I can have everything in here.
Grabbing a change of clothes and my toiletries, I head to the bathroom.
“Hey!” I jump when I hear Justin’s voice as I enter the bathroom. My eyes widen.
“What the hell are you doing in here?” My eyes slowly take in the blond-haired football player. He’s in nothing but a towel that's wrapped around his waist, his hair still wet from a shower.
His body is clean, smooth, and free from tattoos. But not from piercings. Both his nipples have barbells through them. I raise a brow as I bring my gaze back up to his.
“Checking out your future husband?” He wiggles his eyebrows. “Look all you want, Laney Girl. This is all yours,” he says, running his hand down his chest.
I roll my eyes, placing my things on a bench. “As I asked a moment ago, what are you doing here?”
He gives me a sly look. “Are you open to the idea of an open relationship?”
“What? No.”
“Then I totally wasn’t having sex with this hot redhead I met the other night.”
I sigh, shaking my head. “So, you hooked up and couldn’t wait to get home to shower?”
“You're being awfully calm about this.” He smirks.
“Justin,” I growl, not in the mood for his joking.
“You really want to know?” He grins wider. “I needed a shower because I spent all night blowing her mind.”
“Nope. I don’t wanna know, and I don’t want you to go into any more detail.” I raise my hand as I grab my shampoo and body wash, heading into an empty shower stall.
“I thought we were friends?” he asks as I turn on the shower.
“We are. But that doesn’t mean I want to hear about your sex life,” I call back, sighing happily as the hot water beats down on me.