Damaged Beyond Repair by Kashmira Kamat (KittyKash) (motivational novels txt) 📕

"You should take a stand for yourself, Rowan. It's high time you keep acting like a gentleman."

I angled my face towards her, "Do I smell jealousy?"

"She practically had her claws out; I almost saved you from being her prey."

I chuckled, pulling her closer to me; I kissed the side of her head. The wonderful essence of honey lemon body wash entered my nostrils, and I had to fight off the urge to pull her in my lap, "You're so beautiful, baby and that territorial demeanour just turns me on."

"Daddy, me too." Minnie brought my fantasies crashing down. It occurred to me that she was asking for a kiss too. I pecked my daughter's cheek.

Chez and Nina cleared their throats, "Incase you guys thought we weren't sitting here anymore."

I averted my gaze away to notice a pile of junk making their way near the other vacant booth. I recognized one of the guys from C.U, I never taught him though. His blue intense eyes spotted Alana and lingered until the gaze travelled to me, I passed him my signature death glare which forced him to turn back to his crew. I thought he'd stop the staring game there, but that just wasn't the case. He was asking for a piece of me which included more than a few punches and teeth knockout.

He silently began undressing my girlfriend, I clenched the fork hard.

"What's wrong?" Alana asked me, she sounded concerned. Possibly because she knew I was a potential trouble maker.

Alana can never relax where I'm concerned, she's always worried I might let her down and the last thing I wanted was for her to feel ashamed of me.

"Nothing." I gave her a nervous smile.

I was fighting battles with myself. If I approached them, I was likely to flip the lid and start a brawl here that would end badly, not to mention, a night behind bars. I was so tired with the rage, so tired of controlling myself but I sure as hell wasn't gonna let this guy get away with eye-fucking my girlfriend. I just couldn't, the way he stole those dirty glances at Alana made me want to rip his head off.

Three.

Two.

"If you'll excuse me for a minute guys, I gotta say howdy to a bunch of my old students." I smiled, climbing to my feet and strode over to their table.

The pile of junk turned their heads in my direction; I smirked at the man, giving a harsh pat on his back. I dug my hands deep in the pocket since my hands had a mind of its own and went out of control sometimes; I leaned into the table, "Haven't seen a woman, before?"

"Sure we did, but not like that one buddy. You have a score."

My jaw tightened, and his cocky grin vanished as soon as his eyes were levelled with mine. I used to be the president of the 'threatening club', I spoke softly and clearly, "That's my girlfriend you're talking about, you fuckwit. You look in that direction one more time and I'll rip your head off and beat your ass to the ground."

I had robbed off their ability of speech, "that's my first and final warning, trust me, you wouldn't make if for a second."

I watched him swallow; the Adams apple blobbing up and down. I successfully threw the junk out of the restaurant.

"They went back?"

"Yeah, they just told me they had some really important business come up." I said, and Alana passed me a wary look. She knew what I'd been up to.

I noticed Alana's phone vibrate on the table, she scanned it-glanced at Nina and did some weird eye signals.

"I need to use the restroom." Nina climbed to her feet suddenly, "Alana, you coming with me?"

Alana nodded and excused herself and the two disappeared farther into the restaurant.

That rung the suspicious bells in my head.

What were these girls up to?

"I really appreciate what you did."

I turned to Chez, "What? You said something?"

"I saw what you did, how you threatened those men." Chez took a bite of his calzone, speaking with a mouth full, "that's quite badass even for an ex-professor. Did you play basketball at an international level?"

"You heard me, huh? Yep I used to, but it's been a while since I last played."

"Did you watch that game the other day?" Chez was becoming amnesic about us being on bad terms. 

"I had the VIP passes to it but I couldn't make it."

I swear I noticed his eyes sparkle.

"I could get you one for the next game if you want." I wouldn't deny of having an ulterior motive behind the offer.

"You can?"

"Sure, I mean, my father's vice-chairman."

"Wow. I'd love to go, that would be awesome, sir, thank you."

The momentary silence filled the atmosphere, Chez took upon himself to ask, "Do you really love her?"

"More than you could imagine."

He just nodded, taking a bite of his now cold pizza, "So why didn't the other girls get promoted from being a student to a girlfriend? Why Alana?"

This was supposed to be my test. Maybe a little scarier than the university entrance.

"Alana is an incredible woman; she's never been intimidated by me-not at the very least. She is so much different and honest and speaking her mind without hesitating which makes her very special. That is probably why I was attracted to her in the first place." Chez was hearing me out, regarding me sincerely, "I tried to push her away in the beginning but c'mon, I'm a man and if one keeps pushing, you're bound to give in. I forced the idea that a student-teacher relationship wasn't gonna work but much to my predicament, Alana proved me wrong. She's not concerned about consequences and does what she thinks is right. She's strong and she....."

"WHOA. Hang on there. I get it." Chez smiled, "You're in love."

"So am I safe to assume that I've passed the Chez inquisition test?"

"Your half way through."

"I know you don't like me Chez, maybe you hate me and I can understand why and just because I'm Alana's boyfriend, it doesn't mean you have to force yourself to like me." My own words were twisting me from the inside, because for what it's worth, I wanted him to like me. To accept me.