Damaged Beyond Repair by Kashmira Kamat (KittyKash) (best short books to read TXT) 📗

I watched him smile at someone who was at a distance; I followed his gaze and found myself looking at a middle-aged woman, making her way in our direction. Mr. Masters stood up. That was my clue to assume she was a college faculty.

"Good evening." She greeted him and offered me a genuine smile. I smiled back.

They continued a brief conversation, which was nothing short of personal. I realized they were just exchanging pleasantries.

"Hi Minnie," she cooed, "don't trouble daddy and mummy too much okay?"

Hold a fucking minute, what?

"I see you're a very lucky woman. It's good to have you back." She squeezed my hand warmly.

I just smiled in response not sure what this was about.

“Well, she’s not—”  The professor began saying.

"It's nice seeing you." The lady cut him off midsentence.

"It's nice to meet you too," I told her as she picked up her shopping bags and walked out the park gate, waving at us before disappearing into the darkness.

"Who was she?"

"An old acquaintance." He replied in a matter-of-factly. “And sorry about that, she just assumed you were Minnie’s mother.” He didn't seem the least bit sorry about what he'd said.

"No. That's alright." I waved my hand, "But, why didn't you tell her you aren't married?"

"She never asked, and I didn't think it was necessary. Her calling you Minnie's mother was solely based on her assumptions.”

"I see." I began to fidget; he always had an effect on me, whether in his class or outside. "I gotta get going. It was nice meeting you outside of class."

"You too." He said.

"Thanks for the ice-cream."

Mr. Masters gave me a nod. I grabbed my bag and started to leave.

"Annana."

I spun around to face Minnie staring at me with her doe-eyes. She definitely got my name wrong. "Come to mi house to pay? I haf dolls."

Professor Sexy gave me a nod of approval.

"Sure." I told her, "I'll come and play with you sometimes. Maybe next week." I clenched my shopping bag in my hands.

"She likes you, Alana." He said.

And maybe you could like me too?

He continued, "You should stop by my apartment sometimes."

There. I hit the freaking jackpot.

"Thanks for inviting me sir, I definitely will."

And I wish I hadn't sounded so desperate.