Chapter 26

**Alyssia**

When running from the campus I couldn’t help but feel embarrassed. Tears of shame now running down my face at the thought of another man touching me, especially Mr. Lane. Lyra’s father.

My mind still racing at what he had said to me, about me being his and just now knowing it yet. Confused, I just continued to run. The only thought now was finding Zac’s apartment building.

*Think Alyssia, think. You’ve been there once already. It should be easy to find again,* I move to think to myself, my brain racking itself in hopes of trying to find the right building as I did not have a physical address to go by, only my memory of that night.

“Damn it” I cry, unable to handle my thoughts. My hands coming to touch my lower belly. The need to remain calm now a must if I wanted to have this child. A child that belonged to a man who was clearly older than me yet the world's hottest teacher around. A man who had captured my heart that very first night at the bar.

Taking deep breaths slowly, I slowly try to calm myself down. The need to think clearly now out weighing the guilt as well as the unthinkables as I continue to gather my thoughts. My eyes now scanning the area around me once I had finally spotted Club Magic. The bar where it all started.

“The bar” I whisper, a sense of direction now blooming. “That means I’m close.”

With that in mind I move to look for that big stunning building. The one with the stunning view that I vaguely remembered from that night, during which my drunk haze left me to be carried by Zac as he gently took me all the way to his apartment.

Shaking the memories away I try not to blush, my eyes still scanning the area. My eyes eventually locking onto a building that looked vaguely like it belonged to Zac Hunter.

“Here goes nothing” I whisper as I slowly begin heading towards the building in question. A part of me hoping that it was the right building and that once there I’d finally feel safe. And with a man who captivated me in so many ways.

A man that I often found myself calling daddy because he was so much more experienced than I was. A girl barely 21 and who barely knew what she was doing in life as well as behind closed doors of a bedroom.

Feeling tears rise again, I move to shove those thoughts aside for now. Not wanting to think so poorly of myself even when I knew Zac wanted me. As he showed me everytime he looked at me. The only question was, was I able to return those feelings. Those passions like he did. My answer, Yes. As he was my daddy and for him I would do anything. Anything and without regret too.

-An Hour Later-

When approaching the building I can’t help but gulp. My eyes moving to look at my cell phone. The clock reading 4:00 pm which meant I still had an hour or so before he would return home as classes didn’t typically end until 5:00/5:30 that evening.

Having left the Dean's Office in a hurry I hadn’t had the chance to double check the time. Only knowing that it was about lunch time when I arrived and everyone would have been at the cafeteria.

A foolish notion to think that everything would be okay when they clearly were not. The Dean. Lyra’s father clearly wanted to see me so that he would take a pass at me. Having felt his cock near my ass when he forced me into his lap. A shiver now running through me as I slowly move to enter the building my eyes moving to scan over the list of names only land on a Mr. Zac Hunter.

*YES!* I mentally cheer, proud of myself for actually finding his apartment as my hands slowly reach for the door only to find it open. Smiling, I move to enter the building before quickly heading towards the elevator. My heart now racing as I move to press the button.

Elevator doors slowly beginning to open to allow me entry as I move to press the button for the top floor and to where Zac’s apartment currently was. Please don’t be mad at me, I silently plead, unsure of what I would do if he was, or worse, disowned me.

Shaking away those thoughts I try not to let myself be consumed by fear just as the elevator doors open once more, having arrived at Zac’s floor. Sighing, I move to step out before heading for the apartment. My body exhausted as I move to sit down next to the door, content with just waiting for him to return.

-Later that Evening-

It’s about 9:00 pm when I finally start to come too. The first thing I notice is a bed. A soft yet firm bed. A soft glowing rising from across the room at a small night light as it glows dimly within the room.

“Wha-” I whisper, my body slowly rising as I try to take in my unfamiliar surroundings unsure how I had gotten here when I was clearly leaning against an apartment door.

“Shit, that’s right” I hissed only to be stopped by a voice. A familiar voice. A voice that always made my core tingle and my pussy twitch with want. A man who now stood leaning against the door of the room. Shirtless and only in a pair of jeans that sat loosely around his chiseled body, my mouth suddenly dry as I take in his body.

“You're awake. You had me worried there for a second when I found you leaning against my apartment door like that” admits Zac, worry clearly etched within his voice as he moved to approach me and the bed.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to” I whisper, averting my gaze as I try not to see his disappointment within his beautiful hazel blue eyes. Eyes that I swore could see into my very soul whenever he looked into them.

“Don’t” says Zac firmly, his body now coming to sit down next to mine on the bed, his hand coming to cup my chin as he moves to look me in the eyes. “Don’t ever look away from me. I worry because I care. Because I love you.”

Stifling a gasp I try to find the double meaning behind his words only to find none. His words holding true. Tears now threatening to spill over as they did, as Zac now moves to caress my face in an attempt to slow down the tears as they fall.

“Easy sweet girl. I’m not mad. After all how could I be” asks Zac, a soft enduring smile now gracing his face. His eyes holding mine as if silently telling me that he knew something was up and yet wanted me to come forward with it first.

Nibbling on my bottom lip out of habit, I try to hold firm while struggling to say the one word that I had been dying to tell him since I found out, a word that made me decide to keep it rather than abort it or worse put it up for adoption.

Sighing, I move to rip off the bandaid.

“Daddy… I’m-I’m Pregnant.”

Averting my gaze again, I can’t bring myself to see the disgust within his eyes or the anger of being tied down to someone like me. A College failure. Someone who was always unsure of themselves until I feel it. Soft yet firm lips now resting against my own. My chin still held gently within his hand. My thoughts gone as I melt into the kiss. His kiss. The only kiss I could ever want or need for all eternity.