“After her other placement fell apart last week.”
“And you didn’t think to tell me?”
“She wanted to herself. She came over Thursday night to tell you but—”
“But what?” I bark, my heart beginning to beat out of control as I think about what happened Thursday night instead. Not that her turning up and telling me that she was about to be my teacher would have been any better. Worse, maybe. If that’s even possible.
“I don’t know, you tell me what distracted her.” His eyes dart down to my covered dick, a smirk pulling at his lips.
“She was in my English lit lesson yesterday,” I confess, making all the blood drain from Toby’s face. “Yeah, see. You should have told me.”
“What happened? I mean, it can’t have been that bad if you spent the night fucking her.”
“Nothing happened. I didn’t walk inside the classroom.”
“It’s just a couple of weeks,” Toby assures me. “Just stay out of her way, let her do what she needs to do and focus on your exams. Anyway, it’s not like you’ve even been at school. Something tells me that you’re not suddenly going to turn into a conscientious student.”
“I might.” If my teacher has anything to do with it.
“Nico,” Toby warns, hearing my unspoken words loud and clear.
“What? I think we can both agree that I’ve spent enough time moping in here. Maybe it’s time to rejoin the world and figure out how to pass these exams.”
“Well, you can’t fail them. Your dad would be so disappointed,” Toby says while his eyes hold mine steady.
“You’re a cunt,” I hiss, hating just how much those few words hurt.
“I’m not wrong though, am I?”
I glare at him, the air between us turning dark, but if Toby senses it, then he blatantly ignores it.
“Get your arse up. We’re hitting the gym and then we’re working.”
“Working?” I still. The thought of putting my suit on and heading out on a job fucking terrifies me.
“Revising,” he corrects. “Everything is still quiet on the real work front. Damien is still working with Stefanos and Galen.”
Guilt surges through me that I’m not there. That I’m not a part of the plans to bring those motherfuckers down.
“It’s okay, Nic,” Toby assures me. “They understand. Take your time.”
“It’s not fucking good enough though, is it,” I hiss, finally rolling from the bed, swiping the dustpan and brush from Toby and storming toward the bathroom, swinging the door angrily behind me.The bottoms of my feet burn, reminding me of the events of the night before and I cure myself when my dick twitches.
“ARGH,” I bellow, my anger, grief, and utter uselessness colliding again.
I clean up quickly, then take a piss, brush my teeth, and reluctantly step into the shower.
As much as that infuriating woman might piss me off, I also don’t really want to wash her sweet scent from my skin.
As the warm water hits my shoulders and races down my body, I try to force the memories from my previous two nights with her down the drain with it.
After a few deep, steeling breaths, I turn the water off, grab a towel, and head back to my bedroom.
Toby is nowhere to be seen, but I can hear him moving around out in my living area, so after dragging on some gym clothes, I head out to find him… tidying up.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
“What the fuck does it look like?” he spits, transferring dirty glasses and plates from the kitchen counter into the dishwasher. “You haven’t been letting Carolina in, have you?” he asks, referring to the cleaner who works between all our flats in this building.