A Night's Reward

Not a dream

When I woke up, I was disoriented for at least five minutes. The s*x was so good that it knocked me out right after. Mr brown eyes certainly knew how to make a woman happy.

I sat up on the bed and wiped my eyes with the back of my hand. It was then that I realized I was alone. There was no sign of anybody else being in that room with me.

If it weren't for my clothes that were flung in different directions on the floor, I would have concluded that last night was just a good steamy dream.

Swinging my legs off the bed, I stood up so I could grab my clothes. The ache I felt in my groin made me gasp and pause. Okay, definitely not a dream.

“The least he could have done was wake me up,” I muttered to myself as I picked my belongings from the floor.

Maybe he was married and needed to get back to his wife, I thought to myself then paused.

“I hope he's not married,” I said to myself, crossing my fingers like that would change anything.

It wasn't my concern though. I wanted to get f****d and I did, no strings attached. Not like he left any strings for me to attach myself to by running off in the morning.

Pulling my hair back into what looked like a bun, I was all dressed and ready to leave when a pink colour caught my attention and I walked towards it.

It was a note that read: You can stay for the rest of the day, don't worry about the room.

I scoffed, feeling insulted at the words. When I saw the dollar bills under the note, I recoiled back. Okay, now I'm irritated. What the fu*k did he think I was?

I made my way back to my dorm room so I could grab my things, attempting to wipe away every memory of the handsome brown-eyed man.

I didn't have many belongings since my home wasn't too far from school so it took me little to no time to pack them all into my large suitcase and I was out of the door.

I was just crossing the seatbelt of the lift I ordered when I felt eyes on me, making me turn. Clay was looking at me from a distance. A lot of other people were, but I knew it was his gaze that I felt.

“Friend my foot!” I muttered to myself as I pulled my eyes away from the only friend I had in the university. I sighed. Goodbye Oxford.

I turned on my phone, contemplating if I should let my parents know that I was on the way back but I decided against it.

“Drugs? You're selling drugs, Ava?” My mother screamed after I had briefly told her what happened. There was no easy way to tell your parents that you had been expelled from school for selling drugs.

My parents didn't even let me get past the living room without an explanation. Just as I feared, an email was sent regarding my expulsion.

“No mom. I'm not, I was accused falsely,” I tried to say but she cut me off.

“Do you know how much effort we put into getting you that scholarship at Oxford? How could you do this to me?” She cried out, burying her head in her hands.

There was literally zero effort from her end though. I did all the work studying to get high grades but I dared not speak.

My father hugged her shoulders in an attempt to comfort her but she shrugged it off.

“We can go to the school tomorrow,” my father started. “See if we can talk to them into giving a milder punishment. An expulsion is a bit too extreme for Ava, don't you think?”

My mother was already shaking her head before he finished speaking. “There's no use. When a student is expelled, it's stamped after the decision has been made. That stamp cannot ever be erased,” she said.

My mom was a part-time professor so if there was anybody who knew about this, it was her.

“Don't you have anything to say for yourself?” My father snapped, clearly in pain from seeing his wife cry.

“I'm sorry mama. I'm sorry Dad,” I said with my head to the floor.

They both stayed quiet and I took that as my cue to leave. I pulled my large suitcase behind me and was just climbing the staircase when I heard my mother speak.

“I knew taking you in would bring nothing but bad luck to us.”

Her words hit me like a brick and I paused in my steps. I could hear my father telling her in hushed whispers that she shouldn't have said that.

Forcing the tears back in, I made my way up the stairs and into my room, ignoring my sister who was waiting for me at the top of the stairs. “What did she mean by ‘take me in’?”

I pulled my drawer open and popped a hangover pill into my mouth. The last thing I needed was a hangover to add to the already banging headache my mother gave me. I stopped myself from pondering on my mother’s words. I had too much going on already.

I fell back on the bed and pulled my phone out of my pocket. I navigated to my contacts and smiled when I found the name that I was looking for. Dialing the number, I placed my phone on my ear.

If there was anyone who could make me feel less like s**t, this was them. I sighed in relief when I heard the click that indicated that the call had connected.

A baritone voice that I hadn’t heard in a long time echoed through the speakers. “Hey, baby girl.”