My Student’s Hot Dad

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Chapter Eleven

It was Monday morning and I was in early as usual just waiting for Mischa and the other students who needed tutoring to arrive. My date with August went great as usual and I was still feeling the high from that, but at the same time the irritation I was feeling when I saw my ex-boyfriend at the restaurant we were at was still there. He alway did any and everything he could to get under my skin, which I should've expected, but what really irritated me was that he was going to tell my dad that I was dating August.

That really really aggravated me because I did not for the life of me want to hear my father's mouth when it came to my dating choices. After what he said about Francisco, I was very adamant on not even talking to him because what kind of man just says something so horrible to someone that makes his daughter happy and created the grandchildren he loves so dearly? If he so much as says something bad about August, then I'm going to throw a fit and completely cut him out of my life. Meaning that if there's some type of event with our family that we both have to be there for, then I'm ignoring him and acting like he doesn't exist. If he tries to talk to me, then I'm going to swerve around him and talk to others.

What really pissed me off about the entire situation is that August had to actually hear about my issues with my dad and that was just plain embarrassing. I didn't want him to know that I had daddy issues, especially at my age. I just hope he doesn't think any less of me after hearing this information.

Just the thought of that entire situation pissed me off.

"Emily, how are you doing?" Jaylen greeted. The smile he had on his face resembled that of a snake and I did not like it one bit. He was always snake to be honest, a poisonous one to be more specific. When he and I were dating, he would always make sure to inject his poison into my naive and infatuated mind like my father tried to do. That same reason was why we broke up. He always made it a point to pick at me about my weight, to belittle me in every way he could, and try to make me stay at home to do all of my "wifely" duties while he went out and played all day with statuesque women and brought home all the money.

Jaylen Robinson was a Malcolm King 2.0 and I should have realized that back then before I allowed him to attempt to control me. It would have saved me the pain and heartache of just seeing him sleep with his "cousin" and kick me out of the house within the same day.

"I'm fine, Jaylen. How about you?" I plastered a smile onto my face. It was best to just keep calm and not allow him to get under my skin. When he got under your skin, he would take that time to coil himself around you and take his time toying with you before consuming.

"I'm doing great. It's nice to see you and your master out and about," Jaylen answered. August stepped in front of me with an angry expression. He did not like that comment one bit and I wouldn't either. Just the fact that Jaylen would even say something like that to me was appalling. It was plain disgusting.

"Watch your mouth," August warned him calmly. Jaylen's eyes landed on August and he smirked at him.

"Hm. Can't even speak for yourself, Emily? That's just how you bed wenches-"

August almost jumped at Jaylen had it not been for me grabbing his arm. That bastard and his friends laughed as I pulled August off to the side.

"August, calm down please. He's not worth it at all. He's just trying to get rise out of you," I answered. August hugged angrily and flared at Jaylen who was just smirking back at him. I turned towards Jaylen and just glared.

"Jaylen, all that energy you have for belittling me can be put into finding yourself a girlfriend that will actually want to stay with you," I shot at him. My fingers laced with August's and I led him inside the restaurant. We both sat down at the booth right across from each other.

"August, I'm sorry about that. That guy is just..." I shook my head. Jaylen was such an asshole towards me and he always did his best to get under my skin, which he accomplished. Somehow, August dragged into this mess between me and him and it was exhausting.

"Don't apologize, Emily," He responded, "You don't need to apologize for a damn thing. He should apologize after what he said."

It was sweet that he was getting upset for me and I appreciated it. However, I didn't want him to know about this shit with Jaylen already. There were no feelings whatsoever for Jaylen but because of my father and his admiration for him, I had no choice but to be around him constantly. It drove me nuts that my own father liked him over me and he let me know every single time that I was lucky to even have dated Jaylen. That and the day that he was always trying to guilt me into getting back with him.

"That was your ex?" August questioned. Solemnly, I nodded in response.

"He's a complete bastard for ever letting you go," He told me, "You're a beautiful and intelligent woman that was the best thing he ever had. I'm also lucky to even have the chance to be near you."

"Thank you, August," I smiled.

"You're welcome," He responded, "Now explain to me how you even ended up dating that guy. I'm kind of curious as in to how someone as kind as you ended up with him."

"To be honest, it was just a result of me seeking the impossible, which was my father's approval for the first time in life," I explained.

"I've been there," He mumbled.

"Plus I was way more insecure than I am now," I added.

"Insecure? Really?" He inquired in surprise.

"I'm human like everyone else, August," I giggled.

"I know that, but I'm surprised that you were considering how you carry yourself," He replied. I knew that I gave off an air of confidence every single second of every single day, but I still had my days where my insecurities would get me. Back when I was dating Jaylen, I was still experiencing issues with my confidence and self-esteem and him constantly picking at my weight wasn't exactly helping.

"Well like any other human being I wasn't confident about myself or my weight either and my father did not go a day without letting me know. Somehow, I thought Jaylen would be different because at first he was charming and sweet. He didn't make me feel insecure until we were almost a year into the relationship. After that, he began to show his true colors and constantly belittle me in private and in public too," I explained, "My mother and sisters were pissed off that he was treating me this way, but my father agreed with him wholeheartedly."

August frowned deeply at what I was telling him while his fists clenched and unclenched. His anger was understandable because what kind of man would just belittle someone constantly and cheat on them?

"For three years, I put up with his cheating and verbal abuse like the insecure idiot I was. There were times when I tried to leave, but I was guilted back into by him and my father who told me that I would never find someone like him at my size. He even tried to force me to give up on my dream of teaching to stay at home and completely depend on him while he did that," I informed him, "It kept on going and going and going until finally one day I found sleeping with his cousin in our bed. That pretty much broke me, but what shattered me completely was the fact that he told me to get out. He told me that it was my fault for being so fat and that if I lost some weight, then maybe he wouldn't have to cheat."

"That's not a real man. That's a boy," August scowled.

"Oh no. He's a man. Not a very good one, but a man all the same. It doesn't make sense to call him a boy when he was in his twenties," I responded. It did irritate me when people called fully grown men "boys" for treating women like dirt because that's like saying twelve year old is going to constantly cheat on you or abuse you. Jaylen is a fully grown man. He is a fully grown man with trash ass personality.

"You're right. He is a grown man and he's a horrible one at that," August agreed.

"He really is, but somehow I can't seem to get rid of him," I mumbled.

"Why not?" August frowned.

"My father loves him like a son and he wants us to get back together despite knowing all the things he's said and done to me in the past. My father is completely enamored with the idea that a man is going to make me his wife that will do everything from the cooking to the cleaning and taking care of the children while the man constantly works, cheats, and does nothing be catered to," I answered, "Jaylen is the son he never had."

August frowned deeply again at my words. He placed his hands over mine. It was true. My father did not want me to be a girl at all and he's told me this countless times. He made it clear that he was not interested in bonding with me from the day I was born, and the same goes for Casper who was also supposed to be a boy. We were his biggest mistakes and so was Harmony.

"Emily, you are a great woman who is kind, intelligent, beautiful, and caring. If your father can't see that, then that's his loss. Even without his guidance or approval, you are still someone to be proud of," He assured me.

"Thank you, August," I smiled, "I appreciate you saying that."

"You're welcome," He replied.

"Has anyone ever told you about how much of a gorgeous, kind, and caring man you are?" I asked. He grinned.

"No, but you can continue to tell me," He beamed. That made me giggle. This man could be so silly, but it was very endearing. It always brought a smile to my face.

"Enough about this. Let's eat because I'm starving," I said.

"Me too. Who knew that almost punching a human garbage can could tire you out?" He said.

"August!"

He just laughed in response.

Because of my lack of attention to where I was going, I ended up bumping into a hard chest. I lost my balance and almost fell back to the hard floor if not for the strong arms pulling me back. When I looked up, I saw that it was Alex wearing a worried expressing on his face.

"Are you okay, Emily?" He asked.

"Yeah I am. Thank you," I responded. He let go of me once I was steady and I smoothed out the wrinkles on my shirt.

"You should be more careful next time when you're walking. You could have seriously hurt yourself," He said.

"You're right and I'm sorry," I nodded.

"It's no problem," He assured me, "Now what has you thinking so hard?"

"Just a little tired. That's all," I smiled at him. He did not look like he believed that excuse but he didn't push the issue any further either. I'm glad he didn't because just explaining the entire situation would have been exhausting.

"When you're ready to talk, just drop by my office any time so I can lend you an ear," He said.

"Thank you, Alex," I smiled.

"You're welcome. Now, how was your weekend?" He asked.

"It was fantastic. How was yours?" I questioned.

"Eh. It was so-so because I just spent the weekend watching movies and eating a bunch of chips like the sad, lonely bachelor I am," He joked. He was such a clown sometimes that I couldn't with him.

"Alex, That is incredibly depressing," I giggled.

"And who said that the bachelor life was supposed to be fun?" He cocked an eyebrow.

"Considering how you don't have to worry about buying gifts for the holidays, remembering anniversaries, and celebrating birthdays, I'd say that the bachelor life is pretty awesome," I explained.

"When you think about that, then I guess it is pretty fun. However, nothing beats wanting someone to talk to on the phone all night, someone to hold, and someone to love and cherish," He replied.

"That's nice too, but being single has its perks," I murmured.

"Not at my age. Everyone wants to get married as soon as possible and have children," He sighed.

"Well you just have to find a woman who would want that same type of platonic relationship with you where there are no strings attached," I replied.

"Easy for you to say," He muttered.

"You're right it is because I've found guys who wanted that as well," I replied.

"And how did those work out?" He questioned.

"Pretty good. We ended on good terms and nobody got attached," I answered.

"Ohh," He nodded.

"Were you expecting some kind of dramatic movie situation?" I asked.

"A little," He answered laughing.

"Alex!" I exclaimed.

"That's my name don't wear it out," He chuckled.

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