Then, I deleted him from my contacts.
As I was doing that, I saw Ben’s photo, and I
got angry all over again.
I texted him:
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“I won’t bother you anymore.”
“You’re just an old man anyway, probably
can’t even handle it! No one wants you!”
“Bye, never wanna see you again!”
Then, I blocked him and deleted his number,
too.
07
That night, a fancy upscale club.
To take my girl Sarah’s mind off that jerk
Matt, I got a bunch of our friends together.
For the first time, feeling reckless, I ordered a
few male models to keep us company with
singing and dancing.
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I stepped out to take a call.
When I got back, Sarah was gone.
I asked the others and they said Matt took
her.
I was pissed and worried. “You guys just
watched him take her?!”
“Taylor, calm down,” one of them said.
“This is a fight between them, you can’t get
too involved.”
“And Sarah went with him willingly.”
I frowned and called Sarah.
She hung up.
<
Then, she texted me:
[I’m okay, don’t worry. I want to talk with
him.]
That message calmed my worries.
But I was still annoyed.
I wasn’t in the mood to sing anymore.
Seeing my mood drop, the others suggested
going downstairs to the dance floor.
It’s more lively and had some acts.
I nodded.
One of the male models asked me to dance.
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As we danced, he kept getting closer and
closer.
It felt like he was trying to seduce me.
I felt uncomfortable and tried to push him
away.
But he put his hand on my waist.
I was about +
t
tell him off when I was
grabbed by the arm.
I was yanked into a familiar, but stranger’s
arms.
I looked up and saw Ben’s cold and dark
eyes.
“You…”
<
Before I could say anything, he dragged me
off the dance floor.
And straight out of the club.
“Hey! What the heck are you doing?”
Ben stopped, looking at me, and replied, “I’m
gonna get some ‘you‘.”
I stared at him, thinking I misheard.
It was hard to believe that kind of comment
came from the cold and polite Ben Harrison.
I just stood there, flabbergasted.
He suddenly stepped closer.
His masculine energy, mixed with a sense of
<
intimidation, surrounded me.
I felt a strange fear.
I instinctively stepped back.
After a few steps, I told myself to stop being
such a wimp.
I had nothing to be afraid of.
He wouldn’t actually do anything.
I stopped and looked him in the eye.
“Professor Harrison, I’m not into you
anymore.”
“And that was a very inappropriate thing to
say. It was vulgar.”
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His eyes were like cold, still water, with no
waves, but still with a chilling aura.
When he heard me say vulgar, the calm water
rippled.
He glanced down and said, “You’re the vulgar
one, Miss James.”
“After all, you were the one screaming about
wanting to see me naked and bite my fingers
in the hospital.’
“And after I rejected you, you called me old
and useless.”
Ben paused, then grabbed my neck.
“Have you even tried me yet? Miss James?”
<
I tried to get away but couldn’t.
My face was all red, and finally I managed to
say, “You’re a teacher, how can you talk like
this?”
“Like what? ”
Ben said, “Are you worse than me?”
“You keep harassing people, calling them
‘babe‘.”
“And you were all over me in my car. Taking
advantage of me.
“You’re the vulgar one here.”
I was flushing, and completely speechless.
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I talked big, but was useless in real life.
I had been flirting with Ben, but I controlled
the situation.
But now, he controlled the situation.
I may have talked trash, but when it became.
real, I became scared.
Seeing my flushed face and panicked eyes,
Ben seemed amused. He moved his thumb
across my neck.
I don’t know where he touched me, but I
shivered.
I whimpered.
Both of us froze.
<
Taking that moment, I pushed his hand away.
Holding my neck, I was in shock that I made
that sound.
I never knew I was so sensitive there.
Looking at my scared, but firm posture, Ben
chuckled.
He took away that aggressive energy, and
said, “Scared so easily?”
“You have no guts, but you try to flirt with
guys and even hired male models?”
I was humiliated and said, “It’s none of your
business!”
“You told me not to bother you! Why are you
“Don’t worry, I won’t flirt with you. Plenty of
guys wanna chase me.”
I turned around and headed back to the club.
Ben grabbed my arm. “Go home.”
