We’re Parks.

That means we make money, not shape the futures of others.

But, since he knocked up my goddamn girlfriend my senior year of high school, I made it my sole mission to do the opposite of his wishes.

Rather than become an attorney like Hugo or a finance mogul like Jude, I decided to teach. It pleases me to no end that I’m an embarrassment to my father.

The feeling is mutual.

Riotous laughter explodes from behind me, chasing off thoughts of my father and bringing me to the present. I swivel around to face the class. It takes considerable effort not to look at Willa, but I somehow manage. Barely. Instead, I focus on the source of the disruption.

Levi.

He’s not-so-discreetly showing his phone to one of his friends. While he’s distracted, I storm over to him. A shocked grunt escapes him when I snap his phone out of his hands.

“Dude, hey, give it back,” he grinds out. “Seriously.”

“I’m curious, Mr. Paulson, what could be so important on this phone.” I look down at the screen and frown. “What is this?”

Levi shrugs. “Nothing.”

Nothing?

There’s a picture of a woman sleeping face down on a bed, her white shirt riding up to reveal a pair of pink panties.

“Porn?” I demand.

“She wishes,” Levi mutters.

Something in his tone unnerves me. “She?”

“I said it was nothing,” Levi grunts. “I’ll put my phone away. Scout’s honor.”

Ignoring him, I swipe to the left. A different picture, but the same person based on the fact the bedding is the same. This picture is of a naked breast, a man’s hand in the picture as he lifts a black shirt to reveal it. I swipe again and my blood runs cold.

Pretty pink lips parted in oblivious slumber.

My brain can’t compute what I’m seeing. It’s her. It’s Willa fucking Reyes. Why in the hell does Levi have these pictures of her?

I’m going to kill this kid.

Murder him with my bare fucking hands.

“I’m keeping this. We’re discussing it after class.” My voice is cold, cutting through the air like an ice blade. “You too, Miss Reyes.”

Her sharp gasp of surprise is such a sexy sound, but I’m too pissed to get aroused. I need answers. I don’t understand what her relationship is with this fuckface. Whatever it is, I’m going to get to the bottom of it.

The rest of class goes by in a blur. Levi’s phone, now resting in my pocket, burns against my thigh. I’m dying for this period to be over so I can deal with this shit.