The Ex Games #1

Chapter 3



“That’s for the memories.” Brandon pushed me against the elevator wall as soon as the door closed.

“What memories?” I stared at him, wide-eyed.

“The ones we’re about to make.”

“Huh?”

“Shh!” He placed a finger against my lips. “If you make noise, people may hear.”

“Hear what?” I stared at the glint in his eyes. “Brandon, what are you thinking?”

“You know how I’ve always dreamed of office sex?”

“Uh huh.”

“So, we’re about to have some.”

“We’re not in the office.” I shook my head and then his meaning dawned on me. “What if someone comes in?” I looked at the doorway in a panic.

“No one will come in.” He grinned. “I put a sign on the doors, and we’re stopped right now.”

“Oh my God, Brandon.” My face went bright red. “I don’t know about this.”

“I’m a bad influence, aren’t I?” He bent down and sucked on my neck. “But I just want to have you everywhere.”

“You can have me everywhere in the apartment.” I laughed. “Everywhere and anywhere.”

“Now that we live together, that’s not so much fun.” His fingers ran up my shirt. “That’s safe sex.”

“I thought you were all about safe sex.” I raised an eyebrow at him and he growled as his fingers slipped under my bra and squeezed my nipples. “Oh,” I moaned.

“You know you want to.” He unbuttoned my shirt, bent his head, and took my nipple in his mouth.


“Oh, Brandon.” I moaned and my hands squeezed his arm muscles. “How can I say no?”

“You can’t. You’re just as insatiable as I am,” he growled as his hand slipped in between my legs. “I’m glad you wore a skirt today.”

“You chose my outfit.” I rolled my eyes at him.

“Well, I wanted to see you in your new skirt.”

“Uh huh.”

“And your new thong.” He licked his lips and I laughed, not quite believing how different my life was right now. I had been ‘living’ with Brandon now for two weeks and it was working out quite well. We had a rule where we kept work at work and so I didn’t have to discuss what was going on in the office if I didn’t want to. Brandon had been aghast when I had moved in with one lonely suitcase, I’d made some excuse up about my not having much stuff, which was true: all the furniture belonged to Columbia University. He’d felt so bad for me that he had taken me shopping and showered me with clothes and underwear. I felt a bit like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman, only I didn’t mind. He was my boyfriend, not my pimp, and he loved me. It was all okay if he loved me. I mean, I could see it in his eyes and hear it in his voice. I’d never felt so special before, so loved. It almost made me wonder why I had put so much time and effort into my studies in high school, when I could have been dating and having fun. Wasn’t this what life was about? Living and feeling? Not just reading and researching all day. Though, I knew Meg and the others were deeply concerned about the direction my life was going in.

“It’s not a good idea, Katie.” Meg had begged me to rethink moving in with Brandon.

“I’ll still be your roommate too, technically.” I sighed. “Don’t worry, you’ll still see me all the time.”

“I don’t know, Katie.”

“He’s a nice guy, Meg.”

“Well, I’ve never met him, so how would I know?” I’d left then, because what could I say? She knew why she had never met him, all of my friends knew why. I wasn’t a liar… well, only with him.

“You’re wet already,” he growled as his fingers slipped between my legs.

“Well, how can I not be?” I pushed him back into the side panel of the elevator and kissed him hard. He groaned as my hands fell to his belt buckle and undid it smoothly. I was now a pro at getting him undone in record time.

“I love it when you take charge.”

“I love it when you want us to make memories.” I laughed as I unzipped him and kissed my way down his shirt before falling onto my knees and taking him into my mouth. I felt heady with power as he groaned and pulled my hair as I bobbed up and down on him. The salty taste of him growing in my mouth turned me on even more and I took him into my mouth faster and more eagerly.

“Slow down, Katie.” Brandon groaned. “I’m going to come if you keep this up.”

“That’s the idea.” I laughed and took him into my mouth as far as I could go. Brandon was the first and only man, I’d ever given a blowjob. He was the first of many things. He only knew about the sex, though. I wasn’t sure how he’d feel if he knew just how inexperienced I had been previous to meeting him. I tried to blank that out of my mind, though the guilt was making everything harder and harder. He called out my name as he orgasmed into my mouth, I swallowed without thinking, wanting to taste all of him, enjoying the feel of his release as it slid down my throat smoothly.

“Oh how I love you, Katie.” He pulled me up and turned me around, bending me over and pushing my thong to the side as his fingers entered me slowly. “Oh, you’re so ready for me.” He grunted as his fingers made love to me roughly. “I can never get enough of you.” He groaned and removed his fingers quickly. I moaned in response and before I know it, he was sliding into me fast and deep.

“You’re hard again, already?” I cried out in surprise and gratification.

“I just have to look at you to be hard, Katie.” He grunted as he held on to my hips. His hands swung me around and reached up to squeeze my breasts. “Hold onto the wall, I don’t want you to fall.”

“Fall?” I questioned between gasps, but I soon realized what he was talking about as he slid in and out of me with such force and intensity that I could barely stand still. “Oh Brandon,” I screamed as his cock fell out of me. “Don’t stop.”

“I’m not going to.” His cock entered me again and this time he moved in and out so slowly that I thought time was standing still. My nerve endings felt like they were going to explode, and I wiggled my ass to try and get him to move faster again. I needed to feel him deep inside of me. I needed him to consume and take me. I needed to have him possess every inch of my body and soul. I gripped the wall and closed my eyes as he took me in the elevator. I screamed as he increased his pace and my body started trembling as my orgasm built up.

“Come for me, Katie.” He groaned. “Come for me.”

“I’m close.” I whimpered and my hips buckled underneath him as his fingers reached around and played with my * as he continued his dominance over my body. “Oh Brandon,” I screamed.” I’m coming, I’m coming.” I screamed as my body shuddered and he continued f*cking me. I banged my hands against the wall and hit something. Before I knew what was happening the elevator started moving.

“Oh shit, Katie. What did you do?” He groaned as he continued sliding in and out of me.

“I don’t know.” I screamed again as the orgasm took over my body. I couldn’t think about anything other than the pleasure that reverberated through me. “Oh Brandon, I love you!” I cried out in ecstasy. And then the elevator stopped. What happened next was most probably one of the most exciting, exhilarating and scary parts of my life. Brandon grabbed me and pulled me to the corner of the elevator with him. He pushed the front of my skirt down and handed me his briefcase to hold. Seconds later the door opened and two men walked in.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Hastings.” They nodded and smiled at him.

“Mark, Jason.” He smiled at them and then they pressed their floor buttons and faced the front.

“Don’t say a word.” Brandon whispered in my ear and I stifled a gasp as I felt him push me forward slightly and slip his cock back inside of me. He moved slowly, not wanting to draw any attention to us.

“What are you doing?” I gasped as I whispered back to him.

“I’m going to come again.” He winked at me. “And I think we’d all I rather come in you, then in my hands and on the floor.”

“Oh Brandon.” I shook my head.

“Just move back a little bit to meet me.” He whispered. “Yes, keep moving your hips like that. Oh yes.” His fingers dug into my hips and I pretended to stare at something on the ground as I felt his body trembling behind me.

“You heard Pepsi shot up 200 points, right Brandon?” One of the men turned around.

“Yeah.” His voice was rough, and I smiled.

“Your dad was happy, said if it keeps up we’ll all have big bonuses this year.”

“That would be nice.” Brandon grunted as his fingers tightened their grip. A devious thought crossed my mind and I started humming and gyrating.

“What are you doing?” Brandon asked casually as the guy stared at us both.

“Nothing, just dancing to the music in my head.”

“I see,” his eyes glinted at me and I smiled at him.

“Do you work here?” The guy gave me a friendly look. “I’ve never seen you before.”

“I’m Katie.” I smiled at him and shook his head. “I’m a friend of Brandon’s.”

“She’s my girlfriend,” Brandon mumbled, and I noticed the guy’s surprised look.

“Oh.” He turned back around and Brandon pulled me back so that I was right against him. I felt his body shuddering as his cock slid in and out of me quickly. He let out a slight groan and then I felt an explosion of warm semen fill me up as he orgasmed in me.

“This is our stop. See you later.” The guy nodded as they exited the elevator, and neither Brandon or I responded.

“Do you think they knew?” I gasped as Brandon turned me around and kissed me hard. He brushed the back of my skirt down and quickly zipped up his pants.

“Who knows? Who cares?” He laughed and grabbed my hand.

“I guess not you.”

“Why should I care? This is the best elevator ride I’ve ever had.” He laughed and kissed my cheek. “I don’t know how I got so lucky.”

“I don’t know how either.” I joked and his eyes grew serious.

“I think you may very well be the one, Katie Raymond. You may very well be the one.”



“So how have you been?” Brandon asked me softly at the same time I mumbled, “Fancy seeing you here.” He chuckled and I blushed.

“I’m good. How are you?” I spoke softly, scared that he could hear my rapidly beating heart. My eyes took in his appearance greedily. He looked even more handsome than I remembered, but just as smart in his dark grey suit. His hair looked as black as ever and it was still moist from his morning shower. He hadn’t shaved this morning, I could tell from the light stubble around his chin, and I clenched my hands to stop myself from rubbing my fingers over it. This elevator ride was so much different that the elevator ride we’d had so many years ago.


“Great.” He rubbed his lips. “Sorry about the kiss. I forgot for a moment.”

“It’s fine.” I blushed, not needing to ask what he had forgotten.

“You look well.” He looked me over quickly and disinterestedly. I felt disappointed that he hadn’t studied my body a little longer, or my face, but I guess he just didn’t care.

“Thank you, so do you.” I spoke disjointedly, and it felt weird being so polite with someone that knew every intimate part of my body

“You still look bright-eyed and bushy-tailed.” He smiled at me, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “I guess you’ll always have a youthful look.”

“Yes, I guess so.” I turned my face away, heat flooding my face at his unsubtle comments.

“So, you work for Marathon Corp?” he asked me casually as we exited the elevator.

“Yes, yes I do.”

“I take it the resume wasn’t faked?” He raised an eyebrow and I stared at him blankly. This was going to be harder than I thought.

“Everything on my resume was true.”

“It’s a good thing it’s illegal to ask for someone’s age when hiring them, isn’t it?” He looked at me coldly and I shivered. All pretense was gone from his demeanor. He still hated me. He still hadn’t forgiven me.

“I made a mistake once.” I looked him directly in the eye. “I’ve never done it again.”

“That’s good to hear. Or is that another lie?”

“I didn’t mean to lie.” I repeated the words that I had cried to him so many times in the past.

“If it had only been one small lie and you told me the truth, then I would have understood. But you perpetuated a fabrication of your life.” He stared at me with a hostile expression as his words tore into my soul. “Everything was a lie.”

“It wasn’t all a lie.” I bit my lip. I did love you, I wanted to scream at him. I did love you and you were supposed to love me. You were supposed to forgive me. But I kept quiet.

“You’d still be lying if I hadn’t caught you.” He shook his head furiously. “It was all just a game for you, wasn’t it? A high school girl caught up in a high school game.”

“I wasn’t in high school.”

“Close enough.” He looked away from me. “What difference does a couple of months away make?”

I remained silent, not knowing what to say. He was right, of course. I hadn’t known when or how I was going to tell him the truth. Of course I had felt guilty. I’d felt extremely guilty. Especially when he asked to meet my friends and family. I pretended I’d fallen out with the girls I’d gone to Doug’s with that first night and that I hadn’t made any new friends yet. Family was easy to discuss as they were all in Florida: I told him that one day we could make a trip for him to meet them and he had been fine with that. It got more difficult when he asked about work and wanting to meet my colleagues and attend one of the many happy hours I talked about. I had joined some study groups and told him I was trying to bond with workmates. I’d used sex to shut him up every time he brought up the topic. Aside from that, everything else was going swimmingly. Neither of us were great cooks, so we took up a gourmet cooking class together every Saturday morning and cooked dinner for each other every Saturday night, before making love for hours on end. I suppose eventually that would have gotten old and we would have wanted to do more than cook and have sex, but we were still in the honeymoon phase of our relationship. It was easy for me to skip the alcohol questions. I told him after the hangover I’d had that first night, I didn’t really want to drink much anymore, so I only had a few sips of wine when we were at home. When he asked to see my driver’s license picture one day, I told him I had lost it on the subway and was going to get a new one when I had more time. It didn’t matter much, as I didn’t drive, and we never spoke of it again.

Brandon loved to show me new things in the city. I was his first real girlfriend since he had left college. I tried not to think of that too much, though, as I always felt jealous when I thought about his ex-fiancé, and the subsequent women he had bedded. I didn’t like to think of him with other women. I wanted to be the only one in his life and in his memories. He laughed frequently when I asked him who he loved the most, who he thought of the most, who he wanted to be with the most. He thought it was cute that I had small insecurities about his past. He’d always kiss my forehead and tell me I was the one and only in his life, forever and always, and I would melt against him happily.

Everything was going perfectly, up until that day. I had organized my schedule so well that even I forgot that I was just an 18-year-old freshman at Columbia University and not an entry-level associate at a marketing firm in the city.

“I’ve got a work presentation tomorrow,” he’d groaned one night as I ran my hands down to his boxer shorts. “I’m not even prepared.”

“Is that your way of telling me no?” I’d laughed at him and kissed his nipples. “Are you really telling me no?”

“I know, call me an old man or something. But I’ve got to go and give a talk and I have nothing ready. I’ll have to leave early in the morning to prepare and then catch a train to the Upper West Side.”

“Aww.” I’d not really been listening, as I was too busy trying to entice him. If I’d paid better attention, instinct bells would have gone off when he said Upper West Side.

“I can tell that you care.” He laughed and pulled me on top of him. “What’s your day like tomorrow? Can you get out of work early or meet me for lunch?”

“Hmmm.” I rubbed myself back and forth on him as he reached up and grabbed my breasts. “I’m not sure. I think I have a meeting.” I gasped as he leaned up and took one of my nipples into his mouth and sucked. “I can see what I can do.” I moaned as I increased my pace as I dry-rubbed him. His cock was hanging out of his boxers and was rubbing up against me through my panties.

“I’d love to take you to lunch, maybe even have sex in the bathroom.”

“What bathroom?” I gasped as he slipped a finger into my panties and rubbed my *.

“The restaurant bathroom.” He groaned as I rubbed my breasts in his face. “I know how you love public sex.”

“You mean you love it.” I laughed slightly. “I’m not sure if I can tomorrow, my boss wants to have a lunch meeting with me.”

“Oh no.” He made a face in sympathy. “I hope everything is okay.”

“Yeah, it’ll be fine.” I gasped as he slipped my panties to the side and guided his cock into me. “Oh, I thought you needed to sleep?”

“I’m never so tired that I can say no when my girl wants to ride me.” He held my hips as I bounced up and down on him slowly. “Ride me faster, cowgirl.” He moved my hips back and forth and I swiveled on top of him, letting his hard cock slide in and out of me like a bullet.

“Call me if you get out early, maybe we can do a late lunch.” He groaned and I giggled. It was always funny to me when he tried to hold a conversation during sex.

“Will do.” I gasped before I screamed. He flipped me over onto my knees and came up behind me and slipped his cock back inside of me. “Oh my.” I screamed again as he slammed into me hard. I loved it when we did it doggy style because I always seemed to feel every inch of him inside of me, hitting spots I never knew existed before.

“Or think about quitting and coming to work for me.” He grunted behind me. “Or maybe even just quit and we can start a family.” His words were low and I froze for a second. I didn’t respond because an orgasm took over my body and I was screaming out his name to continue f*cking me. He came pretty quickly after me, and I snuggled into his arms as we settled in for sleep. I stroked his chest with my eyes closed and enjoyed the warm feeling of satisfaction that rested in me.

“I wasn’t just saying that, you know.” He whispered against my hair. “I know we haven’t been together long and you’ve just started your career, but I’d really like to take this to the next level soon. I love you, Katie Raymond.” I didn’t respond to him and pretended that I had fallen asleep, but my heart couldn’t stop pounding at his words. I was hopelessly in love with this man and yet scared at the same time. How could I marry him and have his babies when he didn’t know the truth about me? Because I knew 100% that he was the man I wanted to spend my life with.

I met Meg for breakfast before my first class the next day because I had nothing to prepare for class. Some top businessman was coming to give a talk about what it meant to be a leader in the business world. I wasn’t really interested in hearing what he had to say, but I was glad that I had a day off from reading for class. I filled Meg in on the happenings of the night before, but she hadn’t looked happy for me.

“Katie, I love you. I really do. You’re my best friend and I know you love this man. But he’s also the first guy you’ve ever dated. You’re moving way too fast. For all you know, this is puppy love.”


“It’s not puppy love, I love him.” I shook my head and sighed. “You just don’t understand.”

“Does he even know that you’re going home for Christmas break?”

“No.” I shook my head. “I’m thinking about calling my parents and telling them I can’t come. Brandon wants me to meet his folks.”

“Katie, you cannot flake out on your parents. Think how disappointed they will be. Not to mention they will be on the first flight out here, and how are you going to explain that you’re now living with your older boyfriend?”

I groaned at her words. I knew she was right. I’d have to come up with an excuse to tell Brandon. Maybe I would tell him that my business lunch was me getting a promotion, but I’d have to travel abroad for the holidays.

“What are you doing?” She frowned as I whipped out my phone.

“How does this sound?” I asked her as I started texting. “Guess what honey, I think I’m getting a promotion. There is a rumor going around the office that my boss is going to promote me. Only thing is, I may be gone for Christmas. Business travel.”

“It sounds long and it sounds like a lie.” Meg sighed. “Why don’t you just tell him the truth?”

“I can’t.” I shook my head. “Not yet.” I hit send and sat back. “You don’t understand, Meg. I want to tell him the truth, but I’m just not sure he will understand.”

“If he loves you he will.”

“I know.” I closed my eyes. “I’m going to tell him after Christmas, I promise.”

“Okay.” She looked like she wanted to say more, but she didn’t. “Did he respond?”

“Yeah, “ I smiled. “He said, Congrats, can’t wait to hear all about it. Wish me luck this morning. I can’t stand having to do this talk. Love, your Brandon.”

“Well, I guess he fell for it.” Meg shook her head. “Let’s get to campus. I have class in a few minutes.”

“Yeah, me too. Just a boring guest lecture though.” I grinned. “Maybe I can get started on my biology homework.”

“You’re so bad, Katie.” Meg laughed at me and I shrugged.

“If I sit in the back, no one will notice what I’m doing.”

“Good luck with that.” We hugged quickly and then parted ways outside Butler Library.

“See you for study group tomorrow?” She looked at me hopefully and I nodded.

“Of course, I need it or I’m going to fail my finals next week.” We both laughed, even though my words were true, and I walked to my class absentmindedly. I walked into the classroom and sat in the back row, checking my text messages before turning off my phone and putting it in my bag. I pulled out my biology textbook and started going through the checklist my study group and I had prepared for the final. The teacher started talking and introducing the speaker, but I was so engrossed in one of the charts I was making that I didn’t even look up.

“Ms. Raymond, do you have something more important than today’s class?” The professor called out to me and my face went red as I looked up to apologize.

“No, sorry, Professor Wright.” I offered him a small smile and then froze as I looked to the right of him. In that moment, I felt a million different emotions coursing through my body. I honestly wanted to die or faint, but neither one of them occurred. The smile left my face as I stared at the guest speaker. It was Brandon, and as his eyes met mine, I saw a flash of surprise, wonder and anger in his eyes. He looked at me blankly for a moment and I offered him a small smile. He turned away from me and my heart started beating. I didn’t know what to do or say. I wanted to jump up and grab his arm and pull him out of the classroom to explain. I needed to explain to him that I wasn’t lying, not on purpose. I wanted to tell him that this was all a mistake. But I knew I couldn’t and so I just sat there.

“Class, I want to introduce you to multi-billionaire Brandon Hastings. Mr. Hastings, meet the freshmen business students of Columbia University.” Brandon smiled at the crowd and nodded, but his eyes sought mine. They looked shocked and angry, and I felt deeply ashamed of myself. I wanted to scream at Professor Wright for telling him we were all freshmen. I wasn’t even going to be able to pretend that I was a senior. I felt immediately angry at myself for even thinking of replacing one lie with another. The talk seemed to pass by like a flash of lightning. I was surprised because I had thought it would drag on. But somehow, hearing Brandon’s voice soothed me. He sounded normal, happy even, and I was able to convince myself that everything was going to be okay. But then the class ended and he walked out with the professor without even giving me a second glance. I sat at the back of the room for about five minutes, unsure of what to say and do. I felt frozen to my seat. I was scared to leave the room and face what was to come. I didn’t want to go to my study group and I didn’t want to go home. I felt a tear sliding down my face as I sat there. I wanted my mom. I wanted to go home and hide in my bed and forget everything. I wanted to pretend like none of this had happened. I wanted to pretend I hadn’t seen the look of anger and distrust in Brandon’s eyes. I wanted to pretend that my heart didn’t feel like it was cracking.

I stood up slowly and walked to the door with my heart in my mouth. I felt like my world was about to end and I didn’t know how to stop it.

“Hey,” Brandon was standing outside the door as I walked out.

“Hey.” I smiled at him, happy to see him. For a moment I thought that everything was okay. I reached over to kiss him and he pulled away in disgust.

“No.” He shook his head. “We need to talk.”

“I’m sorry, Brandon.” I rushed out. “I wanted to tell you, but I didn’t know how.”

“How old are you?” He looked at me and studied my face and body as if seeing me for the first time.

“18.” I mumbled.

“What?”

“I’m 18.”

“Not 22?”

“No, I’m not 22.”

“Jesus Christ.” He exclaimed and then swore.

“It doesn’t change how I feel about you.” I reached out to touch his face and he recoiled away from me.

“It changes everything, Katie.” His voice was loud. “You’re a f*cking freshman in college.”

“I still love you.”

“You don’t even know what love is.” He spat out the words and looked at me in disgust. “I can’t believe you lied to me! You’ve been lying to me, all this time. How could you?”

“I didn’t mean to lie.” I felt my eyelids getting heavy. “It’s not something I intended to do.”

“What was the text message all about?” He pulled out his phone. “I was going to buy you f*cking flowers, Katie. I was going to buy you flowers and take you to dinner to congratulate you.”

“I’m sorry.” I looked down ashamed.

“So where did the promotion come from? Is it because I told you I wanted to have kids with you? Did you need to figure out a reason to get out of committing to me?”

“No, that’s not it.” I cried out. “That’s not why. I have to go home for Christmas.” I said slowly. “My parents expect me to come home over Christmas break.”

“Oh my god, your parents.” His eyes looked glazed. “That’s why you’ve never told them about me, and why I’ve never met your friends. They don’t know about me, do they?”

“They do, at least my friends do.” I bit my lower lip. “I was scared for you to meet them, they all look their age.”

“You mean you were worried that I would wonder why all my girlfriend’s friends were 18 and in college?” He laughed bitterly. “Or were you going to ask them to lie to me as well?”

“No, of course not.” I reached for his hand. “Please, Brandon. Don’t be like this. I love you.”

“You love me?” He laughed a deep sorrowful sound. “You love me, huh?”

“Yes,” I nodded bleakly. “I really do love you.”

“Then prove it to me.”

“How?”

“F*ck me.”

“Huh?” I looked at him confused.

“Let’s go outside and find somewhere to f*ck.”

“What do you mean?”

“If you love me, you will do anything I want to make me happy, right?”

“Yes, of course.” I swallowed and followed him out of the building.

“Follow me.” He grabbed my arm and dragged me besides him. We walked to the front of the library and then to the side of the building by the trash bins. “Pull your skirt up and bend over.”

“What?” I frowned as he pushed me forward and lifted my skirt up before pulling my panties down.

“I want to f*ck you.”

“Here?” I looked at him like he was crazy. Anyone could walk around the corner and see us.

“Yes, here.” He unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out, before rubbing the tip of his cock against my opening. “Shit, you’re wet already.” He groaned as he slowly entered me.

“Oh, Brandon.” I groaned as he filled me up.


“I love you, you know that, right, Katie?” He grunted as he pushed me towards the garbage cans. “Hold on tight, this is going to be hard and fast.”

“I love you too, Brandon.” I moaned, not caring in that moment if anyone heard or saw me. “Please forgive me.”

“Shh.” He moved faster and faster and I gripped onto the garbage cans tightly as he pummeled into me, letting all of his emotions out. He came hard and fast and his sperm ran down my leg as he pulled out mid orgasm. “Oh, sorry.” He looked down at the line of semen that cascaded down my leg.

“It’s okay.” I nodded and quickly pulled my panties up and my skirt down. “Can we talk?”

“I don’t think so.” He zipped his pants up. “I’ve got to get back to the office.”

“Oh.” I bit my lip. “We can do lunch if you want, like you said earlier.”

“No.” He shook his head. “I don’t think so.”

“Oh, maybe I can cook you dinner tonight?”

“No.” He shook his head and looked at me with a blank stare. “I won’t be there tonight.”

“Oh?”

“I’ll give you time to pack up your stuff.”

“Pack up my stuff?” I frowned. “What do you mean?”

“I want you out by this weekend.” He shrugged. “I’m sure it won’t take long to pack up. You didn’t bring much. I know why now.”

“I don’t want to move out.” I bit my lower lip to stop myself from crying. “I love you.”

“It’s over, Katie.”

“But I love you and you love me.” I protested, trying to grab his arm and make him look at me.

“I don’t date high school girls.”

“I’m not in high school.”

“Close enough. What difference does a couple of months really make?” He looked up at me then and stared into my eyes. “Thanks for the last f*ck, though, it’s a better memory for me to keep than in the classroom.” And then he turned around and walked away. I stood there for about 30 minutes, stunned and dazed at what had happened. Tears streamed down my face and I sat on the ground, crying as my heart broke.