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weekends? I either need to run or go home.”
    I turned my head to look at him. “I normally do, yes. But can’t we wait another hour?”
    “No,” he answered harshly.
    I popped up on my elbow as he slid out of the bed and retrieved his boxer briefs and shorts.
What the fuck?
He was back to acting like an ass.
    “No?”
    He pulled his shorts up his legs. “That’s what I said.” He ran a hand through his hair and sighed. “Fuck,” he muttered to himself. Shaking his head, he sat down next to me. “I’m sorry. I have something to tell you, and I know you aren’t going to like it.”
    “Last night was a mistake?” I alleged, figuring he regretted having sex with me.
    “No. Yes,” he groaned and ran his hand through his hair again. “Will you just hear me out? Please. Don’t say anything until I’m finished?”
    My eyebrows scrunched together in obvious confusion, but I nodded.
    “I’m…married.” I sprang up out of bed as my jaw dropped. Fucking hell. My stomach rolled. I had slept with a married man? This couldn’t be. I wasn’t a whore. I was going to throw up.
    He rounded the bed and grabbed my wrist. I yanked it out of his hold and stepped farther away from him. “Don’t,” he roared. “You said you’d listen!”
    “I really don’t think there is anything you can say right now that would make me want to listen.”
    He grabbed my shoulders. “Please. It’s not what you think.”
    “Not what I think?” I spat at him. “What the fuck should I think?”
    “It’s not a real marriage.”
    Shaking my head at him, I said, “How the hell is it not a real marriage?”
    “Just sit down and listen.” He sighed. “For the love of God, please. Just hear me out and if you want me to go, I will. You won’t ever have to see me again.”
    “Yes, I fucking will! I’ll have to see you every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. I can’t drop your class.” Anger clawed at me, but I sat down as he had asked.
    He kneeled in front of me. “I’ll help you switch professors.”
    “And what will you tell them, Javier? Hmm? That you can’t teach me any longer since you literally fucked me over?”
    He ignored my comment. “Six years ago, I met Amy at a party. We wound up hooking up in some random bedroom and I left thinking I’d never see her again. A couple weekends later, I saw her again and the same thing happened. I went about my life and she went about hers, or so I thought. Two months after our last…hookup, she contacted me through a friend.” He leaned in, giving me a swift, hard kiss on the lips. “I’m sure you know where this is going. She told me she was pregnant. I didn’t know what to do. I was raised in a family with high standards. After talking to my mom and dad, I asked Amy to marry me.”
    Scrubbing his hand over his scruff, he continued. “It was okay for maybe a month, but then she started acting like a raving bitch.”
    “She was pregnant,” I interjected.
    “No. This was worse. Way worse. And six years later, it still hasn’t gone away. Amy and I don’t even share a bedroom for Christ’s sake. The only reason, and I mean the
only
reason, I stay is Caroline.”
    “Your daughter?”
    “Yes,” he answered. “Caroline is everything to me. I want to be a full-time dad. I want to be there any time she needs me. That’s why I’m sticking out this hell of a marriage with Amy.”
    “Why are you telling me this? I know what a one-night stand is. Did you think I’d finally notice your wedding ring in class and report you for sleeping with me to your boss? I’m not that type of girl.”
    He closed his eyes. “No. That’s not why I’m telling you. I just wanted you to understand.”
    I pushed him back and stood. “Get out.”
    “Alex—”
    “Get the fuck out! I don’t want anything to do with you.”
    He nodded and stood as well. “Okay. I’m really sorry,” he gestured between us, “for all of this. I’ll see you in class on Monday.”
    I didn’t say anything