Cammie Healy - Jennifer Foor Page 0,88
feel the air blowing between my legs since I was in a skirt. He’d expect my exposed pussy positioned for his viewing pleasure. James used to arrange for this to happen, and like his little toy I’d always abided to his wishes.
Not anymore. I spread my legs just a bit more to make it appear like I was back for another round of professor/student extracurricular activities. In reality I was there to get his attention and then to end this forever. I needed closure. My child needed a good upbringing. He or she deserved a father who would love them unconditionally without regrets and ill feelings.
He came in while reading something in his hand. I concentrated on what I wanted to say, blocking out the rest of the people around me.
He looked up to greet the class, scanning the room once until his gaze locked on me. His eyes widened and I actually saw him stumbling for words. He peered out into the classroom again. “Forgive me for this late notice, but class has been cancelled today. Please read chapter eighty-one in your textbooks. There will be a test tomorrow.”
I couldn’t believe it. He was a coward. He must have assumed right away I was up to no good.
He waited until the room cleared out to walk toward me. I was surprised when he crouched down in front of me and reached for my hands. I pulled away while he spoke. “Cammie. I’ve been so worried.”
“What? You’re kidding, right? Worried? You’re sick in the head.”
“No. I mean that truly. You don’t understand. I was under my wife’s influence. She made me say those things to you. She knew about the baby. I don’t know how she found out. I suppose she hacked into my email, or cloned my phone. The messages you received weren’t from me, not even the texts.”
I was shaking profusely. This wasn’t how I saw things going. “I asked you directly if you ever cared and you told me no.”
“She was holding my phone. When you called she put it on speaker and made me say those things to you. She didn’t want me seeing you.”
“You told me to have an abortion the moment you found out I was pregnant.”
He looked down at his feet. “You’re right. I did. I said a lot of things that day I didn’t mean because I was panicking. I lied to you. There were other women, but none of them amounted to what we have.”
“Had,” I reminded him. “I feel nothing but disgust for you. You destroyed me, James.”
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry I let her control me. Come back and we’ll fix this. I’ve moved out. We’re getting a divorce.”
Right away I began to panic. I knew Wes was in the back of the room trying to listen. His heart was probably breaking just imaging that I might forgive this man.
I thought about both of them. James had been exciting. He’d taught me things about myself and opened my mind to a lot I would have never known existed. I’d done things I wasn’t proud of, and because of him I was struggling to move forward.
Then there was Wes, my knight in shining armor. Our chemistry was something I couldn’t control. Almost immediately I fell in love with him. I worried it was because I was on the rebound. I pushed him away for that reason, only to discover there was no denying the bond we shared. We’d been inseparable. He was the man I knew I could spend my life with.
“There is no us, James. I’m not here to make amends with you. I’m here to finalize some documents so I can move on with my life. I’m with someone.”
“Already?” He seemed shocked.
“He’s from home. I’ve known him my whole life. He’s good to me and I love him. I didn’t know what love was until he came back into my life. He’s showed me the difference. What you and I had was a mockery of lust. The only thing you’ve taught me is to steer clear of married men with hidden agendas.” I shoved the papers from the lawyer toward him. “I want you to sign these so I can move forward. I don’t want to see you again, James. I want you out of my life for good.”
He glanced at the paperwork. “Parental rights? What is this?”
“I want you to sign over your parental rights. This child is mine. You’ll never see it. You won’t come looking.