Chapter 2 Danna Dave Ii

• I didn't mind having dinner that night. In my mind, I just wanted Nadine to choke on her food and die on the table, next to my father, so that he would carry the guilt of her death for the rest of his life. Then he would understand what was going on inside me and realize that I wasn't a teenager looking for attention... I was an adult woman who would never be forgiven. I knew that when I died I would go directly to hell and pay for all my sins, especially that of killing my own mother.
• But I didn't want to think about it anymore. I had already martyred and mistreated myself for many years of my life. In fact, so many that I no longer had any tears to cry.
• When I realized, my mind went away and sleep took over me. Then I found that tree, strange, with a thin, thin, light gray stem. Its leaf was green and tender and when I folded it, the feeling of breaking it in half was strange and at the same time satisfying. It had so many leaves... Narrow, but long, one by one clinging to the thin branches, which descended like waves to the ground, as if they wanted to make a hut so someone could live inside. The branches swayed in the cool wind... And as I moved away and saw it from another angle, the great tree seemed to cry...
• I opened my eyes and sat up with a start. That tree in my dream again! Since my mother's death she used to populate my dreams from time to time. And I didn't understand what that meant, nor could I identify what kind of tree it was, since I described it on the internet and there were several species, but none of the ones I saw in my dream. Maybe I would never know what she meant... Or maybe she was just my mother who came to see me in my subconscious and caress me... Would the leaves be so green and perfect, her soft fingers that made me feel like a endless longing?
• I pressed the control button and the blinds began to open, showing that the day was already dawning. I jumped out of bed, remembering that I had class with Jax that morning.
• I went to my closet and chose several outfits that matched, unsure of what to wear. I ended up opting for a black DG dress, with a plunging neckline, accompanied by black tights and Jimy shoes. Choo . On top, a Dior blazer, with white details. I thought about going to the salon first and getting my hair done, but I looked at the clock and maybe there wasn't enough time. And since Jax's class was the first one, I couldn't be a minute late.
• I noticed my straight black hair, just like my mother's. I still remembered that when we were in the sun, I said that her hair shone. And she always replied, proudly: “Your hair is like mine.”
• That year I was tired of the usual cut and opted for straight bangs to change my look. In the end, I really liked the result, although Moana insisted that the cut was outdated and out of fashion and didn't suit me at all.
• I was beautiful and few things didn't suit me. Regarding fashion, I liked to cause something and not follow styles and trends, exactly to differentiate myself from others. As my eyes varied between brown and honey, I used and abused striking and colorful makeup and carried red lipstick.
• When I cut the bangs, I also chose to remove some of the length of the strands, leaving them at shoulder height. I even read something in the social columns like “Danna Dave murdered her hair”. Little did they know how much fun I had with the nasty comments, which made me really want to cut it off completely, giving it a more modern look and completely removing the length. I was still thinking about it. “Cause” was my middle name. The first was “Problem”.
• I arrived at college five minutes before class started. I sat next to Moana and as soon as Professor Jax Gatti arrived, his gaze went straight towards me.
• I put the pen cap between my teeth, smiling provocatively. As he explained the material, he demonstrated confidence and his strong arms came and went to the whiteboard, fascinating me.
• Unfortunately I couldn't pay attention in his class... Because I focused completely on his body and everything we could do together... In this case his dick and my pussy. And in other teachers' classes I couldn't focus either because my mind kept on Jax and the size of what he had between his legs, which rubbed against his pants as he moved around the front of the room, with his loud, clear voice, which made me it made you go to another world... The world of lust, pleasure, sex.
• After class ended, everyone left the room. When Moana approached me, I said:
• - Go out and lock the door from the outside. I don't want anyone in here except me and him.
• - Okay – she shrugged – I just don't want any trouble, Danna.
• - I'll get you out of any trouble you get into, don't worry. – Guaranteed, safely.
• Moana left and little by little the room emptied. I took my notebook and went to Jax, putting it on his desk:
• - I have doubts. – My voice was soft.
• - I should have answered your question when I asked if “anyone had any questions”. – He didn't look in my direction as he put his belongings inside his backpack.
• I sighed and didn't give up. I loved the way he tried to push me away, sure that it was his biggest temptation. I put my hands on the table and slightly lowered my chest, sticking my ass back, letting my tight dress do the rest.
• - You are paid to answer any questions I have... It doesn't matter the moment.
• He looked at me and took a deep breath, placing his backpack on the chair:
• - What's your question, Miss Dave? – He took a deep breath, showing irritability.
• - What did you think of the gift? – Smile.
• - I'm asking about your question about my class.
• - And I'm asking about the gift I gave you... - I bit my lip, libidinously, approaching him, and he moved away.
• - Miss Dave, I am married and have two children. I am in love with my wife and I love my children. And believe me, you won't be able to destroy my life... Neither personally nor professionally.
• - Do you think she would give you a car? – I laughed – Do you know that the car I gave you is worth the equivalent of five years of your miserable work? I can give you the world, Jax.
• - Don't call me Jax, because I didn't give you such intimacy. For you, as well as for any other student at this institution, I am “Mister Gatti”.
• - Jax! – I provoked – I'm not a student like any other... My father is one of the biggest financial contributors to this fucking college.
• - And I have nothing to do with this.
• - He pays your salary.
• - The Faculty of Fine Arts pays my salary and not your father, Miss Dave. As for the car, I had it returned. And about the note, I tore it up and threw it away.
• - But your wife already knows that we had a perfect night! – I laughed, mockingly.
• - She believes in me. We have a solid relationship based on sincerity.
• - Fuck your relationship with your stupid wife and the brats you had! – I shouted – I sent you a fucking shower of rose petals!
• - You can throw money at me from a helicopter... I still won't have a relationship with you. – He was calm and emphatic.
• - You'll still be mine, Jax. – I assured, furious.
• - Don't act like an 18-year-old girl because you're not. Don't you realize you're a woman acting ridiculously like a spoiled teenager? I am not your object... And I am not willing to be part of your frustrated achievements and troubled relationships. I won't get involved with you, Danna... I don't like you, not as a student, not even as a person. – He turned his back and walked towards the door.
• - Either stay with me... Or I will destroy you. – I heard myself saying, stamping my foot on the floor, angrily.
• - Do what you want... I'm a married, happy and faithful man. – He didn’t even look at my face when he said that.