The penthouse immediately falls silent, my beating heart being the only sound echoing throughout the walls. The clacking of the keys continue to rattle just outside the door. It seems that whoever is attempting to enter, is struggling.

Goosebumps slowly rise along my arms as I feel a negative shift in the ambiance. Y/n wouldn't have a hard time unlocking her own door, would she? What if someone's trying to break in and I've been a sitting duck this whole time.

My nerves spike up at the thought of being someone's prey. Suddenly, I notice the door knob budge ever so slightly. I act quick and run towards y/n's kitchen island, instantly crouching down avoiding any eyes on me.

Then, the sound of the door cracking open increases my fear exponentially. I can't help but internally scold myself for getting into this situation. The door shuts and I hear the distinct sound of footsteps approaching.

I suddenly flinch at the sound of keys being thrown onto the island surface, indicating that whoever just entered is quite close.

The lights are still off, maybe I can make a run for it unnoticed. As I contemplate the decision, I ultimately decide that escaping is far better than potentially dying.

I take a couple deep breath's to gain some sort of courage, as well as to compose myself. I then inch forward to peek through the corner of the island and my eyes don't seem to see any sign of a person nearby.

I immediately stand up and tip-toe my way towards the exit, I'd rather not raise any suspicion with my heels clacking on the floor so I'll just take each step slow and steady.

I continue my way as well as scanning my surroundings, making sure that I don't knock over any items or stumble into furniture.

I feel my heart instantly drop as I feel my phone vibrate and ring in my pocket.

Shit.

This can't be happening, not now. It must be Colin, I told him I would be at school grading papers.

I quickly pick up my pace despite my heels causing chaos amongst the floor.

I then feel a pair of strong hands on my shoulders trying to stop me from escaping.

There's no way in hell I'm letting them stop me, certainly not without a fight. I turn around kicking and kneeing them aggressively.

They stumble to their knees and to the ground, groaning.

I internally pat myself on the shoulder, I honestly didn't think it would be that easy. I look down to examine the individual and an all too familiar person, or should I say student of mine, lays upon the floor.

Is that? no it can't be.

"Y/n?" I question.

she groans "Please, make yourself at home."

I ignore her sarcastic remark and mentally scold myself for being so ignorant. No wonder it was so easy taking her down, she wasn't trying to murder me. Hell she isn't even an intruder, I am.

Way to go Scarlett.

I quickly bend down to her level, which happens to be the floor, seeing as how I may or may not have injured her... sensitive area.

"Are you okay?" I ask.

She scoffs "Yes, I'm wonderful. I just so happen to be on the floor for fun." She hisses.

I sigh knowing that she has every right to be annoyed with this whole situation, and me, but it was truly an honest mistake.

She clears her throat "Top shelf in the fridge, do you mind?" She asks while gesturing towards her crotch.

I furrow my brows in curiosity but I then nod understandingly once I realize what she's implying, ice. She needs ice.

I stand and walk towards the direction of her ridiculously large fridge, opening it. Only to reveal a small bag of ice. I grab it and immediately head back to y/n only to notice that she's no longer on the floor.

"Over here." She says lowly.

I follow the direction of her voice and see that she's now sitting up on her couch, hands still covering her area. I then attempt to hand her the bag of ice but she just studies me.

"Look away." She demands.

I furrow my brows "Why?" I ask concerned.

She sighs "I know that you're just a literature professor but if you somehow ever took a course in biology you would understand that when a part of someone's body gets injured, blood tends to flow faster in that area." She informs.

I scoff "What good does that information do me? and it doesn't explain why you want me to look away." I scold.

She awkwardly clears her throat "Scarlett, you kneed me in the dick." She blatantly states.

My eyes go wide in what I just realized and what she was trying to explain to me. If blood flows faster in the area I hit, that means...

She's hard.

I nod and hand her the ice bag while looking the opposite direction from her.

She sighs "Thank you" she says as she takes the ice bag from my grasp and places it on her area.

As I mentally prepare myself to apologize for the whole situation, y/n interrupts me.

"As much as I enjoy your company, what the hell are you doing here?" She asks irritatedly.

I clear my throat "I was worried." I state apologetically.

She furrows her brows "Not much of an explanation Scarlett, care to elaborate?" She asks.

I sigh "You just left so suddenly, after your game. I thought something was wrong, I could see your attitude shift when you checked your message." I explain.

For a split second it looked as if she was pained by the memory I had just reminded her of. She quickly masked her emotions but I saw it.

The corners of her lips curve upwards "I'm flattered. Truly, I am. However, I'm a big girl and I can take care of myself, Johansson." She teases.

I shake my head, knowing there's a story to unfold "Talk to me." I demand.

She clicks her tongue "So you came all the way to my house, just to talk?" She questions.

I nod eagerly, waiting for her to go on with her story so I can help her with whatever issue she's dealing with.

She shakes her head "I don't think that's the case. Are you sure?" She asks.

I then notice her slowly remove the bag of ice from her area, revealing and incredibly large bulge in her pants.

I instantly look away "I didn't come for that, y/n." I hiss.

She scoffs "No, instead you came here to talk about my little feelings, isn't that right?" She asks.

I glance back at her, attempting to ignore what she had just shown me "Why is that so hard for you to believe?" I ask angrily.

She stands up and towers over me "How Can you be worried? How can you care? I just don't understand what's so important about me for you to go out of your way. So excuse me if I find it a little hard to believe." She says sternly.

I am instantly hit with the familiar smell of alcohol coming from her breath. Something is certainly wrong.

"I'm sorry that you feel that way. I don't know who made you think that you aren't important because you are, to me you are." I say sadly.

I hitch my breath when I feel her move a strand of my hair behind my ear while keeping eye contact and slowly glancing at my lips. She leans forward and I glance at her soft plump lips that I desire to feel. I reciprocate her actions by leaning forward and I am immediately met with her warm gentle lips.

I place my hand by her jaw as she deepens the kiss. I do my best to suppress a moan when I feel her place a hand by my lower back. She kisses me hungrily and it quickly grows heated.

She then places a hand on the back of my thigh lifting me up. My legs wrap perfectly around her waist. Still not breaking the kiss, she walks to her couch sitting down with me on top of her.

I instantly feel her hard on against my center making me moan and wanting more. She breaks the kiss and starts on my neck, giving me pleasurable sensations. My eyebrows pull together when she hits the right spot making me gasp.

I feel her smile against my neck making me role my eyes. She then places her hands on the dips of my hips pushing me down.

Fuck.

I need to stop this now or I won't be able to control myself.

"You're drunk." I moan out desperately.

"I had a drink, doesn't mean I'm drunk." She mumbles against my neck sending warm vibrations throughout my body.

"Y/n, I cant." I breath out.

She frowns "Too fast? I'll go slower." She says.

I stop her and look deep into her eyes while catching my breath.

I clear my throat "This isn't a good Idea. I know something happened to you, I know you don't want talk about it let alone think about it. You're trying to forget it and your using me." I announce.

She shakes her head "No, I want you." she corrects.

I sigh "I know you'll tell me when you're ready, maybe not but I sure as hell know when I'm being used y/n." I say seriously.

She scoffs "Then why are you still here if you can't give me what I want." She says bitterly.

I frown but quickly mask it with a serious face, similar to the professional face I use while teaching. Why did her words make my chest hurt?

I know she's going through something and that I should disregard anything she says because she's drunk and in pain, but that hurt.

I stand up "Get some rest." I say as I walk towards her door.

"Scarlett!" She says loudly making me freeze and turn to look at her.

"I- my-" she stutters trying to find the right words and I know that she's trying to tell me her situation but it's written all over her face that it's hurting her just thinking about it.

I shake my head "Goodnight y/n." I say as I walk out of her penthouse and into the elevator.

That's when I release a breath I didn't know I was holding. I'm tired, all I want to do is go home and go to sleep, forget everything that happened here.

The elevator door rings bringing me to the first floor where the receptionist is. She looks up and notices me.

"Fun night?" She teases.

I furrow my brows, were we loud? We didn't even do much. How could she possibly know?

She could tell I was confused and laughed lightly. She points and says "Honey, your neck."

I immediately pull out my phone worriedly. I quickly check my composure as well as my neck.

What. the. fuck.

How the hell am I going to hide this from Colin? How am I going to hide it when I teach? When I see y/n again I will certainly give her a piece of my mind. How could she do this to me?

"There's a CVS a couple blocks from here. They sell decent concealer that will cover that right up." She says happily.

I fake smile "Thanks for the information." I say sarcastically as I walk out.

Oh it's on y/n.

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