Life After Marriage Book 3

You Deserve

AMBER P.O.V.

Aug wanted me out of the house so he could prepare for this “surprise” he had later. So I just spent the majority of my Saturday in my office grading papers that I had to get back to the students so that they could prepare for an exam they had coming up. The contents of the exam would come directly from the papers.

I got a little hungry so I decided to get something from the vending machine on the second floor. My office was on the third. The only problem was it also happened to be directly in front of Westin’s office. I had successfully avoided him ever since I stood him up. And I didn’t not want any run-ins.

I figured it was a Saturday so he wouldn’t be there. I got my money out my purse and headed down the staircase to the vending machine.

“Thank God.” I looked at Westin’s closed door . That meant he wasn’t here.

I surveyed the vending machine and decided on a bag of Doritos. I put my 65 cents in, and pushed F -15 the number to get them pit. And just my luck, half way they got stuck.

“Are you kidding me?” I said to the machine.

I softly pounded the machine hoping it would work. I shook it a little. Still nothing. I just gave up on it and started down the hall when I heard a loud bang. I turned around to see Wes at the vending machine, and he got out the bag of chips.

I went back to get them, he just handed them to me saying nothing. And went into his office and closed the door behind him.

That was weird. Usually he always speaks to me. I didn’t want him going around mad at me, but he should understand that I’m married and that was the choice I had to make.

I knocked on his door, but he didn’t answer.

I slightly opened it and he gave me a look like he wanted to slap me for opening his door.

“The door was closed for a reason.” He turned from me, to some notes he was writing.

“You didn’t say anything and I --.”

“That’s because I’m busy and I don’t want to be disturbed.” He said smugly, not looking at me. “So please excuse yourself and close my door on your way out.”

What the hell was up with him? Might of fact, why do I care?

“Wes, if you’re angry about me standing you up I’m sorry.”

“You don’t owe me an explanation. I’m not your husband.” He continued to write not looking up at me.

“It’s not a matter of me owing you an explanation, it’s just I should’ve called.”

He didn’t say anything, he just got a book off the bookshelf behind him and opened.

That was the thing about his office. It was wall to wall in books. Like a mini library, and plus he had them on the floor stacked on by his desk.  All kinds. Even in other languages. He spoke Swahili, French, Spanish and German fluently.

“Is there a reason you’re still standing there?” He looked up from his books.

“Just admiring your books.” I gave an awkward laugh.

“Professor Alsina, is there something else you want to tell me?” He put down his pen.

“Really are we being formal now?” I asked him.

“Would you prefer for me to address you as Mrs. Alsina?” He put emphasis on the MRs.

“I don’t understand why you’re mad. You knew I was married.”