Vivian’s POV

Normally, when she and Ryan had sex, all that Vivian could focus on was him and how good he was making her feel. But that evening she just could not get her head in the game.

Her mind was elsewhere. She had thought that she was hiding it well, but clearly she was not.

Instead of eating her out, like he had told her he was going to. Ryan was instead seated next to her on the bed, a worried expression on his face.

"What is going on?" He asked. It was tempting to lie and say that there was nothing wrong. But Vivian chose to share her troubles with him.

"One of the mums at the school laid a complaint against me. I have a disciplinary hearing tomorrow at two. Everyone knows she’s a problem mother. But I feel like there’s absolutely nothing I can do to defend myself,"

Ryan frowned. His hand moving in circles over her naked thigh. "What is the complaint about?"

"She said that I am fairly put her daughter in time out more than all of the other kids in the class. That I am bullying her,"

"What?! That is ridiculous. I might never have seen you teach, but I know you. And I also know that you love those kids. You would never do that.,"

Vivian shrugged. "That does not matter. What matters is that I have to prove that I have not been singling the kid out," Ryan hummed, his hand dipped between her thighs. His fingers parting her folds, and Vivian unconsciously widened her legs.

"Ryan," She called out softly and he shushed her, his fingers continuing to caress her intimate bits.

"Forget all about that for now. Tonight let us just focus on me making you feel good,"

Moving to settle between her legs, Ryan began fingering her like there was no tomorrow. Reducing her to such a mess that by the time his tongue joined in on the fun, Vivian lost it in a matter of seconds. Her thighs clamping down around his head as she came.

For the second round, Ryan thrust into Vivian in one smooth move, burying himself all the way to the hilt and then pulling out completely over and over. Gliding against her sweet spot each time his length speared into her.

He kept such a maddeningly slow pace that by the time Vivian came, she was almost out of her mind with pleasure, and was so wet the sheets were soaked.

The orgasm was so intense that she fell asleep soon after. All of the stresses of the day forgotten.

When she woke up the next morning, it was to the sight of Ryan already awake and watching her.

"What?" She asked her voice rough from sleep. Gently cupping her boob, he smiled at her.

"I have a solution to your problem. Do you want to hear it?"

***

Before her talk with Ryan that morning, Vivian had been fully intending to just go into the director’s office and be chewed out by the director while doing her best to make the mother understand that she was not attacking her daughter. But thanks to Ryan, she had decided to go on the offensive instead of only focusing on defending herself.

"What do you mean you do not wish for us to meet at the director’s office? Is this your way of running away from responsibility?"

Looking at the director, Vivian gave the older woman a look. Silently pleading with the woman to back her. Thankfully the other woman did.

"Now now, ma’am, Ms Rose here believes that you would better understand the situation if you were to see your daughter in class. How about we do that so that there are no doubts whatsoever? If indeed your child is nothing but a perfect angel when with others, you will have a stronger case," Clearly liking the sound of that, the woman backed down.

She followed behind Vivian as she led her way back to her class. When they got there, they did not go in through the front door.

Instead they stayed by one of the back windows, simply watching the class being led by another teacher.

" See, my baby is a sweet angel,"

Just as the woman finished saying that her daughter pinched the little boy closest to her and the poor kid started crying. The substitute teacher who had not noticed the exchange immediately rushed over. When she asked what was going on. The woman’s daughter shrugged and carried on playing with her blocks, pretending like absolutely nothing was wrong. The little boy on the other hand couldn’t even speak up for himself, too busy crying.

"Oh," The woman said softly, looking as though she was about to faint, reaching out, Vivian steadied the other woman and guided her way. The three of them making their way to the director’s office.

***

"Her father used to do that. He would provoke me and then pretend like I was this awful person for reacting to something that was ’all in my head’," The woman wiped a stray tear with a shaky hand.

"She was so young when I left him though, I did not think she had been aware enough to copy such behavior. Thank you for letting me know well in time. I am sorry I doubted you,

Miss Rose. We will definitely be addressing this and I believe it’s time we visited a therapist.

My baby clearly needs it," And just like that, Vivian was off the hook.

***

With what could have been a very bad situation quickly resolved thanks to Ryan. Vivian was over the moon.

Waving her students goodbye as their parents came to pick them up. She found herself smiling more than usual.

She had just finished saying goodbye to the last of her class when her phone vibrated.

Taking it out, she smiled even more when she saw the message from Ryan.

[I am in the area. How about I pick you up?] Just as she was about to send a positive reply, someone called her name and Vivian turned to find a person that she did not want to see at all.

"Leave me alone, Bryce," She told him, But the man continued to move closer

She turned to walk away from him, but he extended a hand clearly ready to grab her.

Before she could step back however, Bryce’s hand suddenly stopped midair, fingers gripping his wrist tight. Fingers that belonged to none other than Ryan Terrell.

"The lady said no," The pure malice in Ryan’s voice made it chill run down Vivian’s back.

She’d never heard him sound like that before...it was strangely hot. When she looked at him, he was glaring at Bryce so intensely that Vivian was left wondering how her ex was not a smoldering pile of ashes on the ground.

"Listen, man, this lady is my girlfriend. I just want to talk to her," Bryce said, his face twisted in pain, and Vivian finally found her voice again.

"We are not dating Bryce. Get that through your thick skull," Ryan’s grip on the man intensified and Vivian swore she could hear his bones creaking, A very big part of her wanted to hear the limb snap,( and from the look on Ryan’s face, so did he).

Before the confrontation could escalate, there was suddenly a new voice.

"Mr Terrell, are you here about the donation? Everything seems to be in order. But if you have something else to add, please follow me to my office,"

Whether the director was aware of the tension in the air or not, Vivian had no idea, but she was glad for the woman’s interruption.

After what looked to be a very deliberate final squeeze, Ryan released Bryce’s hand.

Her ex immediately cradling the wrist to his chest staring at Vivian in shock, ignoring him completely, Vivian walked on ahead.

"The director’s office is this way," She said to Ryan. Walking in front of him, she made sure to add a bit more swing to her hips. A silent message that she would definitely be thanking him for a whole lot that night.