Danny's POV
The silence in the study was so thick it felt like it was pushing against my skin. Chadwick didn’t move. He just sat there behind that massive oak desk, his reading glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, staring at me like I was a ghost he had finally cornered.
I leaned against the doorframe, my hip c****d, the thin pink silk of the g-string digging into my skin. I could feel the wetness of the lipgloss on my mouth, shimmering under the dim lamp light. My head throbbed, a dull, rhythmic reminder of the pavement but the adrenaline was louder.
Slowly, deliberately, Chadwick reached up and took off his glasses. He set them on a stack of grading papers with a quiet clack.
"You don't listen, boy," he growled. His voice was a low, vibrational frequency that traveled straight
