Hush (student/teacher)

Chapter 2

The pounding in my head as I woke up was extreme. The heat emanating from the body next to me wasn't helping either.

"Tess, get off of me." I pushed her, but then I froze.

Tess didn't have rock hard abs. Nor were her grunts pure manliness. Despite the hangover, I snapped my eyes open and jumped away from the bodily heat.

To my horror I was naked. "No, no, no, no. This can't be happening. I can't have lost my virginity in a drunken stupor." I was pacing with the sheets draped around my body. I didn't realize that the person was now standing in front of me.

"Blair, calm down." I squeaked when I felt his hands on my shoulders. "We didn't sleep together. You threw up on yourself so we stripped you. I think we both passed out before I was able to get clothes back on you. I promise I didn't look either." The smirk of Nikos' face made me angry.

Who gave him the right to make fun of me in such a situation. I rose my hand to slap him, but froze in horror.

"Nikos?"

"Hm?" He seemed to be facing a worse hangover than me, so he was rubbing his temples now. He wouldn't have even seen my slap coming.

"What is that on my finger?" He opened his eyes and reached up to grab my hand. I felt like throwing up.

"Why is there a matching ring on your finger?"

***

We'd stayed silent the whole way back to my house. Luckily, Tess had gone home when saw me leave the club with a 'sexy hunk' so that was one less thing for me to worry about.

We pulled into my driveway, and he put the car in park. "This weekend we can go back to the strip and get this marriage annulled. Nobody has to know about it."

"No." I gaped at him.

"What do you mean no? We are freaking married! We need to get out of this before everyone, namely my father finds out!" He un-clicked his and my seat belt at lightening speed before pulling me into his lap.

This is what I wanted to avoid. His rock hard abs and strong arms encasing me made me feel so safe. They always had, but it had to stop now. We couldn't be married.

Besides the fact that he's 17 years older than me, it's a complete betrayal to my father, and he's my teacher.

"Blair, I refuse to divorce. My religion and mother always told me that when I marry, I stay married until one of us dies. Now I will not annul this marriage unless, God forbid, one of us dies." His arms tightened around me, and I closed my eyes as the tears built up.

I didn't imagine getting married to be like this. Why did he have to be so complicated? Why did he have to feel so good?

"What about school? You're my teacher."