My body sang a tune only Ryan knew... When Twenty-two year old Sammy Cartwright's NYU football dreams were dashed due to an accidental testicles smash in a heated match, he scheppled back to Todos Santos and after a year feeling depressed, took up his father's teaching job temporarily in Royal Elite High. Too bad he hasn't any formal experience with teaching and the hypocritical principal is threatening to fire him if there isn't an improvement within the end of the month. Dumped by his girlfriend of six-years and navigating his bisexuality, Sammy isn't prepared for the temptation that comes in the form of Ryan Churchill, the principal's bastard son who's got a pretty face and a dirty tongue to match it. But Sammy knew better than to cross his boundaries. When Principal Churchill gives him a chance to prove he's worth his salary and tutor Ryan for a week, Sammy knew he was doomed. Judging by how eager Ryan was to get into his pants and how unashamedly willing his body was to give in to the youngster's demands, Sammy knew seven days were more than enough to break the rules. But the consequences could wreck him for all he's worth. - - - - - My name is Sammy Cartwright and I have a confession to make. I slept with my student who I was supposed to tutor to prove I'm worth his mother's goddamn money. I let him jerk me off. Finger and fuck me to oblivion. I let him drive me insane with his tongue in my arse. I had multiple orgasms, in multiple positions. I fucked his smart little mouth. I slept with my student and I'd be damned not doing it again. Some may call it unprofessionalism, like his rich arse mother did. But I call it destiny, a fantasy meant to happen. My name is Sammy Cartwright and I slept with my student because it made me feel good. Here's why it's all worth it.
Chapter 1 1 - Rock Bottom.
"I summoned you here, Mr. Cartwright because of the strings of complaints I'd received from the parents of the students of the twelve graders about the mass failure recorded in the last Literature test. I trust your father must have told you all about our school's commendable reputation and how we treasure our grades than anything else.
Bless his heart, I'd like to know though if you're encountering any difficulties since the beginning of your temporary appointment here so I can...see where I can help out." Principal Churchill droned, lifting a perfectly manicured finger to stop her glasses from falling over the bridge of her stubby nose.
I wrenched my attention from the office's monochromatic features and trophy case filled with awards the school had won to the fierce unsmiling lady watching me with a neutral gaze, her eyes narrowed. Shit. I hadn't been paying attention at all.
"If you don't mind Ma'am, I was thinking – "
"Mr. Cartwright." She interrupted me, drumming her fingers on the desk and consulting her brown leather watch. "I'd like you to know I have more important things to attend to so it'd be best you saved me my time."
"Yes, well..." I trailed off, feeling trapped in a tight corner. "The students are the cause of their failure Ma'am. They've simply refused to be attentive in class and threatening them with detention is considered a bluff. I've tried all I can and was about telling you about it before the test – "
"It seems to me that you haven't established your control over the class which is why they've refused to take you seriously."
"Well, students are always disrespectful to teachers..." I laughed nervously.
"I take an exception to that, Mr. I previously taught biology before my appointment as a Principal ten years ago. It all depends on your demeanor in your first class with them. I have cause to believe you'd been playful to gain their trust and the disadvantages are exactly what you're passing through right now."
"I'd only wanted to be friendly because I thought it'd make the class fun for everyone."
"That's a weak excuse," She sighed, leaning back on her swivel chair. "Need I remind you that method is outdated? Students are wild these days and the best way to combat this is to stand your ground as a stern teacher and instill discipline where necessary."
"I – "
"We're done now, Mr. Cartwright." She motioned at the door dismissively. "I've got a meeting with the school council in five minutes. I trust you'd think over what we'd just discussed and find a way to avoid such an unfortunate occurrence in the future. You may leave now."
"Thanks, Principal Churchill." I got up and snailed my way out of the office toward the outer boy's bathroom. Anger, humiliation, and self-loathing whooshed through my soul, creating an itch of desperation I wanted to scratch away so bad.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
At any rate, I may not be renewed as a substitute teacher next school session and my dad stood a chance at losing his job unless I pull my shit together and assert my authority over the students with the hopes of transforming them into attentive human beings. To add to my list of misfortunes, this little mishap made Principal Churchill delay my salary till the middle of the month to see if there'd be an improvement in my Literature classes with the twelve graders and we had just received a notice that we were gonna be kicked out of our apartment if we failed to pay before the end of next week. Father's medical bills had not been handled and I was falling apart from all the pressure.
Also, my girlfriend of six years since we both left high school fired me a breakup message through text this morning telling me she found someone much better and that I and my broke arse could go to hell for all she cared.
So for the first time in six years, I was heading home without a pussy waiting and I was in no mood to head out to the nearby club for a hookup.
Rock. Meet. Bottom.
When did it all go wrong?
I could tell you when – right after I accepted this stupid job, that's when.
Teaching wasn't a career option I'd considered during my childhood. It was the worst profession ever and eight years ago, right after I started high school I got accepted by NHL and was about to fulfill my lifelong dream to become a professional footballer. That was what my father had wanted for me and I'd worked towards it my whole damn life. I'd won trophies just as big and glassy as those in Principal Churchill's office for the school and I'd been the rave of the moment, the guy every girl wanted but never stood a chance to have because they were deemed an unwelcome distraction.
I was scheduled to play for the big games shortly after graduation. When I said my goodbyes to my family and waved at them from the security point at the airport, they'd told me to take a dive. Fifty-five minutes into the match, I literally did. Dived and almost got my balls damaged from the strong force with which the ball hit me in my bid to stop it from entering the net.
That small accident not only killed my career dreams and lifelong plan by inflicting me with a phobia for football but also rendered me useless that by the age of twenty I'd sunken into a great void of depression. After three years of sulking, feeling sorry for myself, and seeing a therapist, my dad got into a really bad accident that left his car wrecked and a few limbs broken. His hands and legs were all in castes and there was no way he could teach with those, so I volunteered to be his substitute till he got back on his feet and passed the short test Principal Churchill gave me to test if I was truly worthy of the position. I thought it'd be a fun challenge because my dad did it. My grandmother was a teacher. Everyone in the family loved teaching.
For a while I did. Now I hate it with every fiber of my being.
This was my second-month teaching and judging by my performance, my last month at All Saints High in Todos Santos, California. Principal Churchill was one of the most influential women in town and her polished bitchery was infamous to its indigenes. And she absolutely despised and thought me unworthy of the job from the get-go. There was no use trying to impress her. My days here were numbered.
As I approached my beat-up jalopy parked across the aisle from her Highlander and her new boyfriend's Range Rover (Yeah, she divorced her husband two years ago for obvious reasons and she gets to bang a new man every week. Seriously, what sort of example is she setting for her son? Won't she deflate her giant-sized ego and either get back with her hubby or settle down?) It was none of my business though. I needed to get home and update Father on what happened today.
Chapter 1 1 - Rock Bottom.
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Chapter 2 2 - Hot Devil.
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Chapter 3 3 - Enemy Offspring.
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Chapter 4 4 - Twisted Tale.
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Chapter 5 5 - Chosen One.
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Chapter 6 6 - Reckless Abandon.
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Chapter 7 7 - ABCDEFU.
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Chapter 8 8 - Good Moments.
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Chapter 9 9 - Rough Gentleman.
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Chapter 10 10 - The Devil's Den.
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Chapter 11 11 - Heroic One.
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Chapter 12 12 - Tough Luck.
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Chapter 13 13 - Begging To Get Caught.
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Chapter 14 14 - Breaking Boundaries.
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Chapter 15 15 - Beginning To Care.
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Chapter 16 16 - All Of Me.
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Chapter 17 17 - Road To Happiness.
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Chapter 18 18 - Brewing Storm.
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Chapter 19 19 - Cabin In Flames.
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Chapter 20 20 - Cruel Blackmail.
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Chapter 21 21 - Sore Loser
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Chapter 22 22 - Perfect Man.
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Chapter 23 23 - Epilogue (Always & Forever)
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