Mariah paced her apartment nervously as she ran a hand through her hair. She was f****d, she was t-totally, extremely f****d. As she thought of the faces of the board of directors she knew they hadn’t bought her story. And with no student able to corroborate her story, she knew that come tomorrow, she might be facing much worse charges.
Starting with losing her job.
And ending with her being sued. As a knock on her door came ten seconds into that thought, she opened it immediately before yelling, “Where the hell have you been?” Derek came into her apartment confused, “Jesus what’s the rush? You knew I was coming. I just had to handle something.”
He threw his jacket on her couch and began to undo his pants, “Look I don’t have long, I have plans with the-,” Mariah held up her hand,
