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Seducing Professor Cal

How far would she go to get revenge on a man who hurt her? Myra got the shock of her life when she found her fiancé in bed with her own father. The pain worsened when both men, who were not sorry, tried to gaslight her into believing it never happened. For many years she had pandered to her jealous fiance's wishes, devoted her life to pleasing him even when it affected her career, but he betrayed her without remorse. Unable to come to terms with this evil betrayal, Myra will hit Aiden back where it hurts the most, seduce his widowed father and make him hers. This story is about revenge, taboo love, crime, passion and lust. Myra Shaw, beautiful Femme Fatale will go any length, even marrying a man twice her age to take all her enemies down.
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Chapter 2

“I am calling off our engagement.” Aiden said, as soon as she walked into the locker room.

“What?” Myra froze in disbelief. “How can you say that?”

“And how can you do this to me?” He yelled in her face.

She stepped back, startled by his intensity and hurt at his tone.

“I don’t understand what you are talking about.”

“Just give me back my ring, Myra.” He said through his teeth. “This was the last straw.”

“What last straw?” Her voice came out weak, as she struggled to get past her confusion.

Why was he reacting so strongly to her just wanting to do her job?

“I am literally the only person for the job.” She said out loud, “Do you expect Major Lila to play a twenty-year-old college student?”

Aiden’s frown darkened, and he gripped her arm tightly, his eyes wild. “So you will not mind f*cking my own father then? For the team?”

“Father? What are you..” She paused as her mind traveled back to the meeting.

Dankworth! Her father had said something Dankworth.

Her eyes widened as she looked up at Aiden, finally understanding why he had reacted that way to her accepting the role.

“Babe, I’m sorry. I really had no idea.” She said quickly.

“Liar!” he threw her hand off, walked over to the nearest locker, and punched it.

“Aiden.” She called in hurt disbelief as she watched him crash out. “Who do you think I am? Why do you think I would do that to you?”

“Of course you..” He stopped, and then turned back to look at her. He regarded her for a few seconds then walked up to her.

He cupped her chin on both sides and leaned down.

“Go tell your father you decline the role.”

Myra stared up at him, and paused only one second before she said, “OK.”

He sighed and brought his nose against hers.

“I’m sorry about Professor Dankworth. I did not make the connection till just now.” She said, even as he began to gently brush her lips with his.

She would never have even thought about accepting it if she remembered that Callaghan Dankworth was Aiden’s supposed father.

The man had denied paternity since the incident happened when he was a sixteen-year-old highschooler, but Aiden’s mother insisted he got her pregnant till date.

Myra closed her eyes as Aiden gripped her hips, and his kiss deepened.

***

She knew her father could see her through the one-way glass surrounding his office, because even before she knocked on the door, she heard his deep rumble from within.

“Come.”

She walked in and stood at attention.

He watched her as he stubbed his cigarette out.

“What is it, Miss Shaw?” He always addressed her formally at work, although their relationship was different outside.

“Dad.” She cleared her throat and corrected herself. “Chief. I have to turn down Professor Cal's case.”

Her father did not look surprised. It was almost like he had been expecting it.

He stared at her, and she looked down at her boots nervously.

He could make her do the job and his decision would be final, but then she would be hurting Aiden.

She hoped his softer, fatherly side was dominant today, and he would not force her into this.

“Go think about it, Miss Shaw. If by tomorrow evening you still do not want to do it. I will let you off.”

She was about to tell him her decision was final but thought the better of it.

He was letting her off easily, there was no need to provoke him.

“Yes chief.” She saluted and turned to the door. She could always tell him tomorrow that she would really not do it.

She walked past Aiden, standing at his office door as she went back to her desk.

She made an OK sign with her hand.

The right side of his lip curled up in a satisfied smile, and he went back to his office.

Myra spent the rest of the day with her head bent to work.

She studied the details of the marital rape case in front of her, mentally scheduling to go check out the crime scene the next day for clues.

Something about the victim’s statement here was definitely not adding up.

Hours flew by and her shift soon ended. She was one of the first people out the door.

She hurried to her car, excited about the idea she had in mind to properly apologize to Aiden tonight.

“Someone seems happy.” Jess said beside her as they stopped before their individual cars, the first people to arrive in the underground parking lot.

Myra smiled brightly at her.

“I would smile too if I was getting a promotion in a few months. Don’t get me wrong.” Jess added, as she unlocked her car door.

“I am not taking on the case anymore.” Myra said.

“What? Are you crazy?” Jess shouted in disbelief.

“Give Reign a kiss for me.” Myra giggled and jumped into her car.

She had only seen Jess’ baby a few times, but she absolutely adored her.

She backed her car out even though Jess was still watching her in disbelief.

She smiled and waved at her, before pulling out fast toward the farmer's market.

She grabbed a cup of Mocha on her way and drank it as she shopped for the freshest of vegetables.

She grabbed all she needed, and drove back to her elegant apartment a few miles away from her parents' mansion.

As soon as she arrived home she ran around like a headless chicken as she did her skin care routine and cooked at the same time.

She had to be at Aiden’s condo to surprise him before he closed off work at nine.

Her face was layered with a hydrating mask as she made a sweet potato casserole, grilled a nice piece of steak, and baked a pie.

Her legs shook with excitement in the bathroom, as she lasered hair off her intimate parts, and shaved her legs.

Aiden was so snappish and on edge lately, and she suspected the infrequency of their intimate moments was the cause.

Their wedding was still months away and between their tight schedule and living apart, they did not have enough time for sex.

She let her hip-length hair down, and flat ironed the thickness of it just the way Aiden liked it.

She smiled at the mirror as she put on a new set of lingerie.

This should get any man out of a foul mood, even a fierce Police Captain like Aiden.

The way she looked now would set even a monk’s blood on fire.

As she applied a seductive scent to her pulse points, she decided not to wear a dress.

She picked out a dressy silver robe, something Aiden would tug once, and she would be standing in just her lingerie before him.

She packed all the meals she made in an elegant cardboard box, stepped into a pair of red bottom heels, and rode down the elevator to her car.

As she began driving to her fiancé’s expensive apartment complex, she turned on Nina Simone’s Feeling Good. The cool, sensual music put her in an even more feminine, seductive mood.

Her blood ran cool with desire, and her heart rate dropped till it was beating slowly.

By the time she was riding the elevator up to Aiden’s condo, it was a few minutes before 9pm.

But she was too late.

She realized that even as she stood in the foyer. The soft warm music from his condo was a little audible from here.

He was home already.

She shrugged off her disappointment, and focused instead on how surprised he would be to see her at all, even though he had beat her to getting home first.

She pulled out a copy of his key card, and scanned the door open.

She walked into his condo, and could faintly hear the shower running.

Perfect!

She hurried to the kitchen, took out his elegant dishware, and laid out the food as quietly as she could.

She stood back to inspect the table and smiled in satisfaction.

It was almost like a Thanksgiving feast.

She giggled excitedly and began to pad as quietly as she could in her high heels toward the master’s bedroom.

The music was higher now, and the shower was no longer running.

She smiled as she un-belted her robe and let the belt drop to the floor in the hallway.

She froze suddenly after her next step.

Something was not quite right.

She frowned as she raised her nose up to sniff the air. What was this unnatural heat, and..

She sniffed again. Were those scented candles? But Aiden was not expecting her.

Then the volume of the music reduced, and she began to hear the lusty moans coming from behind her fiancé’s bedroom door.

She gasped, stepping back.

She had to be dreaming. Aiden brought another woman home?

He could not be watching porn, these were real life sounds.

They were clear even from where she stood, the grunts, low-toned moans, the rhythmic sound of flesh slapping against flesh, the occasional exclamations of pleasure.

Her ankles shook and she almost fell.

She blindly reached her hand out for the wall to support herself.

Aiden was cheating on her? Their wedding was just six months away.

She shook her head as her chest began to ache, and it became difficult to breathe.

“Oh God.” She gasped silently as she crashed to her knees outside his door, and struggled to inhale through her mouth and nose.

Her chest was physically on fire, and her vision was hazy.

This can not be true.

Maybe one of his friends simply brought a girl to bang in his apartment. That would make more sense.

The Aiden she knew did not have patience for any other woman except her, and she had never found anything suspicious between him and any other woman.

She saw him every day at work, and spent most evenings here at his condo. The only reason they were not living together yet was because their jobs did not tolerate cohabiting.

She was tempted to just leave. She could pretend she was never here and try to forget this.

It was already too painful, and she doubted she would survive it if she actually saw her fiancé on top of another woman.

“Yes.” She heard Aiden’s deep voice ring out as the speed of the smacking cheeks seemed to increase.

Myra felt her lunch come back up her throat.

She gritted her teeth, pushed herself off the floor, and kicked the door open, ready to tear him and his wh*re apart.

But she froze.

Aiden actually had his own bare butt cheeks up, and the naked pair of butts behind him was too muscular to be a woman’s.

She squinted in disbelief as she saw the man reach out, yank Aiden’s hair back, and lovingly bit his neck.

Her fiancé moaned deeply, and just as the man turned his face, Myra saw he was her father.

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