"Why didn't you tell me that you were fucking expelled?" She didn't know his voice could drop an octave lower. The way his eyes narrowed at her, teeth clenched and hands balled into a fist, stopping himself from choking her, because she knew he enjoyed doing it, made her thighs clench.
Fuck. He was very hot.
"Hastings. Did you hear anything I just said?" Kayla blinked and nodded, slowly. Oliver stepped inside the condo, scrutinizing Kayla.
"How are you feeling?" He asked, the anger still palpable but she heard the concern in his tone. "I'm fine. I have evidence to prove that I am innocent so you don't have to worry nor did you have to come all the way here."
"Stubborn raccoon." he patted her head and she swatted his hand away. "Have you eaten, Hastings?"
"Yeah. Loui cooked something for me as good luck." She said quickly, appeasing him. "Have you eaten, professor?" Oliver shook his head and she grabbed his wrist, leading him to the kitchen. He sat down and watched her make a meal for him.
Because of the meeting, she could only make scrambled eggs and toasted bread, but she put a lot of effort into it. Anytime he watched her cook, he felt like this was where she belonged. Not in a bad way but she moved with ease, happiness, and seriousness.
She appeared at peacemaking food for others or maybe he was just thinking too much.
"Ta-da! Dig in!" Kayla dropped the plate in front of him and she stared at him, hopefully as he took a bite. "How is it!? Is it good!?"
"There is nothing you would make that would taste bad," Oliver spoke seriously making Kayla blush. "Th-thank you."
"Is my raccoon shy? Here, taste what you made." He held out his fork, waiting for her to take it. Kayla hesitated. This was very intimate but she lowered her head and let him feed her.
"Good Girl," the praise sent a wave of ecstasy through her body. When they were alone he degraded her by calling her all sorts of names that in a normal situation, she would have killed him but they seemed to do things to her. Things she loved.
"You don't have to walk me to the meeting room. I'm a big girl and can take care of myself." Oliver still didn't listen to her as they walked through the campus. "Plus if you, the owner show up with me that would raise a lot of questions. Go to work, Ollie!"
The corners of his lips lifted, "First it was asshole now it's Ollie? My, my, my, Hastings. Someone would think we were progressing and you actually liked me." he teased and she glared at him.
"I hate you so much that my heart wants to give up anytime I see your face!" She huffed.
"You don't have to put too much effort to explain it to me if you truly hate me."
"You… you….you! Argh! Get lost!" She couldn't even push him away because people were watching so she stomped her feet, squealed something, and stormed off.
Oliver found himself laughing at her antics. When she was out of sight, his laughter faded. He brought out his phone and placed a call, "Hello, brother. I need your help with something."
"Ah, Octavio junior, you've finally remembered that you have a family." The person on the other end of the phone, had a sexy voice tinged with a Spanish accent.
"My name is Oliver. Don't ever call me that. I've told you that time and time again. Anyways, that's not why I'm calling." He put his hand, inside his pocket.
"Really? I thought you were calling because you wanted to say hello. Ah! You hurt my feelings." Oliver rolled his eyes at his brother's drama. If anyone heard him they would believe that he was truly hurt but Oliver knew better.
"Do you still have your sect here in this country?"
"Si. What do you need them to do?"
Oliver paused for a moment before answering, "I need them to make someone disappear with the utmost discretion after I'm done with them."
"I never knew you had it in you, hermano! Don't worry my boys are very discreet and I won't tell our eldest brother if that's what you're worried about and Mama too!"
"Graçias Miguel. I owe you one." Oliver nodded as Miguel could see him.
"What is familia for? And I know it must have been hard for you to call but it means a lot to me. We got you, Octa-Oliver. You always have a home here."
His grip on his phone tightened. Home. The word sounded foreign. "I'll send you the details. Thanks again, Miguel."
"No problema!" With that, Oliver hung up the phone.
The professor and the student who messed with his Hastings would pay. No one touched what was his. No one.
"So Professor Maynor and Isaac Graham, you admit to planting the paper on Miss Hastings?" Dean Sinclair asked, cautiously but he knew what their answer would be.
Last night, he got an e-mail from Kayla explaining the truth with the video of Maynor and Isaac doing something that almost made him bleach his eyes.
All the professors stared at him with utter disgust. This time, both men were standing in the middle of the room and Kayla sat beside the Dean, a satisfied smile plastered on her face.
"We do." Maynor gritted his teeth as he spoke. The bitch had fucking blackmailed both of them but what they didn't know was that everyone in the room also knew about his scandalous behavior.
"Why? Did anyone put you up to it or was it on your own accord? Did you have an issue with Miss Hastings before?"
"No one forced me to do it. I just don't like her and her attitude so I framed her for cheating." Issac replied head lowered.
Kayla leaned forward. Why was he defending Reigna? "Are you sure skinny- I mean Isaac? If anyone forced you to do this, your punishment might be less. Think about your future!"
Isaac met Kayla's assuring gaze before looking at Maynor. "If anyone is pressuring you, Isaac, you can tell us. You are our student after all." A professor chimed in.
"I… I am not being pressured. I… did it because I wanted to. Professor Maynor didn't-" Isaac gulped, eyes filtering across the room before settling on his hands. "He didn't force me to do it. He's innocent."
Kayla slammed her hands on the table, "Look here, skinny jeans! We are trying to help you and you're refusing to be helped for whatever reason! They will not protect you, goddammit!"
"Miss Hastings, I advise you to calm yourself or you will be asked to leave the room!" One professor warned and Kayla sneered at her.
Why was he covering for those bastards!? She could help him retain his position in school if she pleaded with the Dean to use it as a reward for the false accusation. Furthermore, she had Oliver! She could protect him but this fucking Coward was risking his life for them!
"Well in that case, since you've confessed to your crimes, Graham, I have to say that I am highly disappointed in you. We at Sylvester College do not tolerate plotting and scheming against other students. You have disgraced this school and most importantly yourself," The Dean shook his head, "did you think of the consequences of your actions before you took them? Miss Hastings was already expelled but luckily she was able to turn the tables but what about if she couldn't? Her four years spent studying would have been for nothing because of your corrupt mind."
He inclined into his seat, "Quite frankly I don't believe you did what you did to her because you don't just like her. It has to take a deep level of hatred to want to ruin someone's life, Mr Graham."
"Isaac has been one of my best students, so it pains my heart that he would do something unthinkable and inexcusable," Maynor opened his mouth and Kay thought that dog shit was spewing from them.
"However, as he is a first-time offender, I think we may suspend him in the meantime."
"Suspend him? You want us to just suspend him, after what he did to me!? If he had just told the truth and exposed those pushing him, he wouldn't be in this situation in the first place! We are not suspending him!" Kayla disagreed, immediately.
"We? There is no we here. You are just a student and have no say here!" Maynor mocked.
"And you think you have a say here? Oh please!" She chuckled, crossing her legs. This was going to be good.
"I do because I'm a professor."
"No, Christian Maynor, you are no longer a professor at this university because it has come to our attention that you have been having relations with Isaac Graham, over here." Kayla admired Dean Sinclair. His voice was always steady and precise when he spoke. She gave him a secret thumbs up.
"What!? That is not true! Where did you hear this lie!? This fable!? This nonsense!" For the first time, Kayla sat back and enjoyed the show. Maynor's face was golden.
His face became more twisted and uglier than she could have ever imagined. His big nose was crooked jiggled as he spoke and spit flew out of his mouth. She felt pity for all those students who sat at the front of his class.
"It's not a lie. We have evidence to prove your… your unscrupulous behavior." His colleague scrunched up his nose, repulsed.
"You are a disgrace to the professors at this college! How could you!? You have a wife, Maynor. A wife and three kids!" The accusation made Maynor tremble.
"What evidence!? Where is the evidence!? Someone is trying to frame me! This isn't true! Who is it!? Who is trying to frame me!?" His voice became frantic, scanning everyone there until his eyes landed on a certain Auburn-haired girl.
"You?" he breathed. "You!" he pointed a finger at her. "I know it's you! You did this! You framed me!"
"I framed you? I can't frame you if it's the truth, professor." The sarcasm in the last word made the man want to have a stroke.
"You are fired from this institution and Graham, you are expelled." Dean Sinclair said in a manner that left no room for arguments.
"You can't fire me! You just can't! It's not possible! Graham and I have no relationship! Isn't that true, Graham!?" He turned to his lover and Isaac burst out into tears.
"I'm so sorry, Dean. Please don't expel me! I didn't do anything wrong! Professor Maynor asked me to plant the paper! Pleas…. My parents! Please…" the boy was shaking, whimpering like a dog left out in the rain.
Pathetic. Kayla clicked her tongue. The sight was a sore to the eyes.
"You are lying! I didn't ask you to do anything! I didn't!"
"Stop lying, Christian! You asked me to do it when we met up at the hotel!" It appeared that skinny jeans did have a backbone after all. Boy, things were getting interesting.
"Hotel? Shut up! Shut up!" Maynor shouted.
"You said that if I did it, you'd divorce your wife for me!" Everyone gasped and Kayla was having the time of her life. Fuck this was better than she had planned.
"Shut up! You're lying! Shut up!"
"No! I have a recording because I had a feeling you would go back on your word which I have submitted to the Dean!"
His eyes widened and his jaw dropped. "No… you didn't! You couldn't!"
"Yes, I did! I didn't want to be your lover at the side because your wife couldn't satisfy you! You were only using me, you dirty old man!" The people in the room all stood up when Maynot got so furious that he punched Graham in the face. The poor boy stumbled backward.
Kayla winced, playfully. But Graham wasn't a pushover because he hit Maynor back. Hastings could hardly contain her giggle and something snapped inside Maynor when he heard her.
He rushed to where she was, his hands flew to her neck, strangling her. "You wretch! You fucking bitch! It's you! It's you! I will fucking kill you!"
Kayla sputtered, her head foggy. The lack of air made her heart clench and it started beating fast. It pounded in her ears, as people were trying to wrench him away. This was it... She was going to die. Her face turned red from the pain.
She didn't know where the old man got the strength from. He pushed her back and she hit her head on the wall, luckily she didn't bleed. He kept choking her. "Why won't you die!? You've ruined my life! You've…" Before he could ruin his statement, they finally managed to pull him away from her.
Kayla wheezed, gasping greedily for air before she slid to the ground, coughing. She was about to die. Maynor was taken out of the room, still yelling but Kayla didn't care. One minute she was giggling, the next she was being gagged to death.