Chapter 69 You’ll Get A Better Job
Will’s P.O.V.
I reach college, looking for Iva, and jump out of the car.
As I scan the parking lot, her sobs ring in my head constantly and my heart aches. God, please take all of her pain and give it to me. Make me suffer instead of her.
And then I spot Iva.
She’s in her car, parked in the far corner of the lot. She’s just… sitting. Her hands limp on the steering wheel, her head leaning back against the seat, eyes blank, and she is drowned in despair.
Fuck.
My heart shatters at the sight. I’ve never seen her so still and hopeless.
For a second, my eyes become moist with tears. I want to collapse, scream, tear the whole world down for doing this to her. But no, I can’t. She needs me right now. I need to be strong for her. And I’ll.
After composing myself, I rush to her car. As I knock gently on the window, my chest aches with every second she doesn’t respond.
She is so lost in her pain.
“Iva.” As I knock harder, calling out to her, her lashes finally flutter, and she turns her face toward me.
And God… the pain in her eyes nearly kills me.
I meet her gaze, silently begging her to let me in, to let me hold her. My look says everything I can’t find words for.
Slowly, she presses the unlock button. I walk and slip into the passenger seat, and before I can even shut the door, she throws herself into my arms.
Her sobs fill the car, breaking me apart piece by piece. I hold her as tightly as I can, one hand cradling her head, the other caressing her back in soft, steady strokes.
I never thought that someone's pain would affect me like this one day. But when I see Iva in tears, every inch of my body hurts. My soul cries.
I want to give all the happiness in the world to my woman. I had promised her and her mother that I would never let her cry. But somewhere, I broke it. It’s because of my carelessness, the secret came out.
However, I'll make everything fine. I'll give her back everything she's lost today, her respect, her job, everything.
I lift her onto my lap, letting her bury herself against my chest.
“Cry, baby. Just let it out,” I say, even though every sound of her breaking crushes me further.
I don’t know how long we sit like this, her falling apart, me holding her together. Time doesn’t matter. Nothing matters but her.
Finally, her sobs slow. She lifts her face, her cheeks wet, her breath shaky. Her eyes are red, puffy, swollen, and look right into mine.
It hurts so much to see her like this.
I wipe her tears with my thumb and say, steadying my voice, “I’ll get you this job back, Professor. I promise.”
“I don’t want it.” She shakes her head, breaking the hug completely, making my brows narrow in confusion. “I don’t want people to question our love here every day. They’ll never understand that what we share is so pure.” She exhales shakily. “I’ll get another job. I just want to love you freely now, Will.”
For a second, I’m frozen. I wasn’t expecting this. She is choosing us, our freedom to love each other over her dream job.
I lift my hand and gently adjust her specs on her nose, staring at her in shock. “You really don’t want this job? It was your dream.”
“Yes, it was my dream,” she responds. Then, with a small, fragile but determined smile, she adds, “But now, living my life happily and freely with you is my biggest dream. I’ll find a better job than this.”
I blink at her, stunned. Shocked. Speechless.
How can she be like this? How can she still be light when life keeps throwing darkness at her?
What is she?
Because all I know right now is that she isn’t just my professor, my lover, my submissive. She’s everything I could never deserve.
And yet somehow… she’s mine.
I love her so fucking much.
I can’t hold back and crush her against me again, wrapping her so tightly in my arms like I’m afraid she’ll disappear if I let go. “Iva… I love you so fucking much. You have no idea what you mean to me.”
Her face is pressed into my chest, but I keep speaking, my hand stroking her hair, my lips brushing the top of her head. “You’re my everything. My light. My reason to keep going. I can live without anything, but not without you.”
She buries her face in my chest more, her nails digging into my shirt like she’s holding onto me for her life.
I continue, “I don’t care what anyone says. I don’t care what the world thinks. All I care about is you. And I swear, I’ll fight the whole fucking world if I have to, for your happiness.”
Her shoulders tremble as she sobs, but this time it’s softer, mixed with relief.
I tilt her chin up, making her eyes meet mine. Her specs are crooked again, her lashes wet, but she’s never looked more beautiful to me.
“I love you, Iva. More than life. More than myself. And I’m one hundred percent sure, you will get a better job than this. Because you’re the best professor.”
Before she can answer, I seal my mouth over hers in a soul-deep kiss. Her lips taste of salt from her tears, but they’re warm, trembling, alive under mine.
She melts into me, her arms wrapping tight around my neck, kissing me back with the same unshakable love.
In that moment, the pain, the job, the accusations, all of it fades. There’s just us.
Just love.