Page 137 of Knox Academy Omnibus
I turn to face her and her petty little group of friends.
“Isn’t that also what your family did when you strung the family pet up by his neck in the backyard? Keep your stupid judgement to yourself, jealousy won’t get you anywhere.”
She looks about ready to murder me when Sawyer clears his throat.
“Damn, Psycho, who kills their family pet? You have to be messed up in the head to do that.” Sawyer laughs and we walk away. I smile at how much like his brothers he sounded in that moment, no longer having to play the good boy teacher role. Heis a Knox after all, and just then he damn well sounded like one. I perk up when I think about Sawyer training me again and being knocked on my ass. Bring it on.
When we’re back in my room, I remember the book I have wedged between my back and my pants. I excuse myself to the bathroom and decide to hide the book in the cabinet until after my training. I can’t resist sneaking a quick look though. The leather-bound cover has the Celtic Knot branded into the front, and the pages are old and yellowing. They’re that tissue-thin paper that highlights the age of the book. It feels ancient in my hands, weighty, important. Significant.
Carefully, I open the cover to have a quick look. It seems like the entire thing is in a different language. Maybe Google can translate some of it later. I feel like I am finally onto something. I honestly wouldn’t care much about the tattoos, but having the same necklace, that seems too much of a coincidence to be nothing.
Once I’m dressed more appropriately for training with Sawyer, we head back out to his car. While he can still come onto campus within reason, hanging around for long periods is not ideal. Sawyer had told me Monty managed to fix up his resignation paperwork and talk the board into believing that we didn’t start seeing each other until after he had officially quit and that no investigation was needed. I feel like the school board may be slightly corrupt because even I would have a hard time believing that. I hate myself for adding the photos to my revenge. Maybe I can talk to Monty about him working as a teacher again, even if it is one of the local schools. No, that’s a bad idea, it would just be me trying to ease my conscience. I’m sure he will figure it out on his own.
Sawyer pulls up at his house and I give him a sideways glance. “Is training code for sex?”
He laughs as he shuts off the car. “No, I have everything set up here and I thought I could cook you dinner and we could watch a movie.”
“Sounds good, I didn’t know you could cook.”
“I can’t really, I can feed myself enough to survive, but steak seems to be my specialty, and salad comes out of a bag, so I can’t mess that up.”
Sawyer leads me out to his back garden which I’ve never seen before. He has set up mats for us to train, and we spend two hours going over the same techniques until I grasp the concepts. But I also think he just likes pinning me to the ground.
When we finish up, Sawyer jumps in the shower quickly while I pick the movie. After he’s finished he gives me a shirt and sends me to clean up while he starts cooking. A few short months ago, I told myself that dreaming of a life like this was pointless, yet here I am again, dreaming about a future where I could come home to the man I love, cook a nice meal and enjoy each other with no worries in the world.
“How do you like your meat?” he calls out. I bite back a snigger. Surely he knows how I like it by now?
“Clean and fresh out of the shower,” I call back to him with a laugh while I dry my hair with a towel. He pops his head into his room and his eyes wander over my body.
“Your steak, Amelie. How can we go slow when you say stuff like that? Because you, standing there in just my shirt, looking so damn fuckable makes me want to...”
“I like it dead, please,” I say, cutting him off for safety.
I’m surprised at how normal and easy things are with Sawyer. I’m still slightly uneasy with his explanation about the tattoos, but it’s not exactly like I’ve told him everything about my life.
I expect things to end up in the bedroom, yet Sawyer is a perfect gentleman. After we eat and watch a movie, he takes me back to the academy.
Kalen’s stupid massive dildo that’s now displayed on my bedside table is looking mighty appealing and intimidating. I decide to use my hand instead. Even after a beautiful dinner with Sawyer, and Kalen’s constant presence, and even Slate's magical voice this week, it’s Onyx’s name falling from my lips when I orgasm, images of his tight round ass taking me over the edge.
Chapter Fifteen
Onyx
Holy fuck. She just yelled my name!
Slate, Kalen and I are sitting on my bed discussing Amelie and how we can make progress with her, when her soft cry comes from the speakers on my laptop, making me instantly rock hard.
“Dude, I thought we weren’t going to do that?”
“Do what?” I shrug defensively as Kalen flips me off.
I know I swore I wouldn’t peep, but I can’t help it. I watch the camera feeds religiously. It’s a compulsion I can’t deny. I don’t even want to. Slate knows I barely sleep at night, choosing to stay up and watch her. I need to know she’s safe, and no amount of security will reassure me more than my own eyes. Hell, if I could camp outside her door, I would. But that’s Kalen’s spot. I’m still pissed that he thought of it first.
Kalen has been obsessively trying to win her back, which hasn't worked so far, thankfully. But still, I can’t help feeling aggravated, jealous even, of Sawyer. He has it so easy with her. Though granted, he never technically did anything wrong. Hewas just collateral damage to our idiocy. The worst thing he did was run hot and cold, and I’m pretty sure she’s already forgiven him for that. Even Slate is singing with her again now. But I just can’t see a wayinwith her.
It’s driving me crazy.
And the guilt at what we did - whatIdid - is eating me up inside.
