“You aren’t on the list, sir.”
“Her mother was supposed to call.”
“Just one moment.” Fuck. I scratch the back of my neck.
“Sir, I apologize we don’t normally allow pick up changes over the phone, but the principal is making an exception this time.”
I get buzzed into the office. Wylla Mae is sitting in a blue chair across from the receptionist with her ankles crossed. Backpack on the floor. Head bowed staring at her feet. The door closes behind me and she looks up. “East.” A smile so bright it blinds me spreads over her face as she pops up and wraps her arms around me with such force, I take a step back.
“Heard you got into some trouble, Lil’ Lady.”
“It was Darin Cohen’s fault. He kept making fun of me and saying I was wearing an over the shoulder boulder holder. I told him to stop and then he gave me a titty twister. So, I punched him in the face.”
“He did what?” I growl, gaze snapping to the woman seated behind the desk.
Her eyes widen and her mouth forms a circle. “Well, um you see the teacher particularly saw Wylla Mae punch Darin. She made him bleed.”
“Good. It’s not okay for that little asshole to sexually assault Wylla Mae. That’s what that is.”
“I can assure you, Mr.—”
“Reed,” I remind her. “Did you call Darin’s parents?”
“Yes, but…”
“But what? If Wylla Mae is being sent home what are you doing to that little pervert?” I don’t genuinely believe the kid is a pervert, but he should be the one getting sent home in this situation if anyone is. “Where’s the principal? Who is in charge here?”
“Mr. Wilcox is in a meeting but if you’d like to schedule an appointment.”
“You’re damn right I want a meeting. I can wait.”
“Sir, I’m afraid that’s not going to be possible today.”
“This is some shit.”
“Sir, please watch your language.”
“This isn’t over,” I grumble. “Grab your things, Wylla Mae. I’m taking you for ice cream and we can celebrate you busting that little bastard’s nose.”
“Yes!” she hisses and smirks at the uppity bitch.
Chapter 5
Easton
Two and a half years later
“Fuck, Alexa.” I grin down at her as she goes down on me. Those plump lips wrapped around my dick. I grip her hair and thrust in and out of that talented mouth. One thing about the bitch is she gives good head. I hear the front door open and shut. “Shit.” I pull back and lose my hard on immediately the moment Wylla Mae comes in from school.
“What’s the matter, East? I was just getting started. I’ve missed you, honey.”
I know that’s what she said in her messages while I was out on a run, but when I checked in on her social media she sure as shit didn’t seem to be missing me when she was replying to all the filthy fuckers commenting on her profile picture. The picture I might add that shows off her tits.
“Mom, I’m home. What’s for dinner?” Wylla Mae calls out, her voice carrying up the stairs.
I give Alexa a look and she rolls her eyes. “I locked the door. Are you ever gonna get past this? You never touch me if Wylla is home.”
“I don’t know, babe. It just makes me have a weird vibe. I don’t want her to hear us.”