I"m a fixer. A lover. Always searching for the right fit.
And I come up empty every time.
My desires are unusual.
I don"t feel whole until I"m in the middle, holding it all together.
Which makes having a romantic relationship really difficult.
Two people. An unraveling marriage. Love on the rocks.
And they want me.
To put them back together again.
Problem is, once they"re fixed, where does that leave me"
I sure as hell hope I stick like glue.
***This story is MMF.***Books by Author:K. Webster Books
He"s finally proposed. Such a revelation should bring a smile to my face, but I can"t stop glaring at my phone. Bitter at my twin brother, Anthony"s, happiness. Something I never thought would happen.
God, I"m such a dick.
With a sigh, I fire off my reply.
Me: Congrats, man. Send Steph my love.
His reply is immediate.
Ugly Twin: Come by the house and have dinner with us. We don"t fucking see you anymore.
I"m just about to reply when a deep, husky voice stops me.
"Is macroeconomics so boring to you that you"d rather text your friends than take notes that"ll be on the first exam next week""
Gritting my teeth, I shove my phone into my hoodie pocket and meet the hard, unrelenting glare of Professor Young, who"s standing in front of my table.
"Carry on," I mutter, hating the way the entire classroom of nearly a hundred students all turn to watch me. They snigger and smirk, happy for the distraction.
Professor Young"s black brows furl together as if I"ve angered him by my response. I just want him to go away. Back to the front of the classroom where I can appreciate his perfect ass in his charcoal-gray slacks from afar. Always from afar.
"See me after class," he bites out, irritation in his tone.
I give him a clipped nod. He turns on his heel and stalks down the steps toward the front of the classroom. With each step, the fabric grips the back of his thighs, accentuating his firm ass. My cock stirs in my jeans and I stifle a groan. Of course I"d be into Professor Jerkoff.
But assholes are my MO after all.
My last relationship ended fucking terribly last month. And the one before even worse. I"ve tasted pussy and sucked cock. Just when I think I"m over one"in this case, men"I get a hard-on from this hot professor"s ass. A man. It"s like my brain can"t make up its fucking mind.
I love tits, dammit.
My dick jolts in agreement.
But all it takes is watching some gay porn on Tumblr and I"m all kinds of confused again.
I jerk my attention to the board where Professor Jerkoff holds a ruler and points to something he"s written and circled. His light brown eyes narrow as he gives me a warning glare. Two classes with this guy and I"m already thinking I"m going to have to drop. No damn way I can take this for an entire semester.
The class goes by in a fog and I struggle to focus. My mind keeps flitting back to Anthony"s fianc"e, Steph. She was the first woman I"d gone down on. The first person I"d ever done anything sexually with. It was all fun and games until my twin staked his claim.
And now she"s marrying my brother.
I knew they were in love and I knew he"d bought her a ring to propose with, but I just honestly didn"t expect him to follow through with it. Everything about their relationship went so quickly.
The thought of Dad"s reaction when he finds out has me stifling a chuckle. Our father likes control. When Anthony started seeing Stephanie, a woman closer to Dad"s age rather than ours, he"d about blown a gasket. It took some getting used to, but now everything is hunky-fucking-dory.
Chairs start scraping and it"s then I realize everyone is leaving. I lift my gaze and wonder if I can slip out past Professor Jerkoff. His piercing stare has me pinned. There"s no escape.
"Mr. Blakely," he calls out, his tone sharp. It"s as though he knows I"m ready to bail.
I grab my backpack and throw it over my shoulder. I have one semester of college under my belt and I already fucking hate it. I"m not like Anthony. I don"t desire to grow up and take over Dad"s advertising firm. I"m not sure what I want to do, but it"s certainly not that.
Avoiding my professor"s glare, I stare at my black Vans as I clomp noisily down the stairs. The classroom quickly leaves, so by the time I reach the bottom, we"re the only two people left.
"Macroeconomics is a requirement," he says coolly.
"You meet someone"s eyes when you"re spoken to," he snaps.
My head jerks up. He glowers at me, a vein in his neck throbbing out of control. Heat skates across my flesh and settles on my neck at the thought of running my tongue along that vein. Fuck, why does he have to be so damn good-looking"
His features soften and he crosses his sculpted arms over his chest. I appreciate the male form. This man is a beautiful work of art.
"You"re not dropping out," he states in a matter-of-fact tone.
My jaw drops in shock. "W-What" Why not""
"Like I said. It"s a requirement. Econ doesn"t simply go away. It doesn"t get any easier. And I can guarantee you that you won"t find a better teacher than myself." His tone is smug.