Finally, I’m given the reprieve I need. The bell rings and everyone bolts like their asses are on fire. My statistics class is notorious for being the most difficult at this school, so no one sticks around any more than they have to. When it’s just Willa and Levi, I walk over to the door and close it.

My hand clutches the door handle tight enough that the metal creaks. I release it before I do something psychotic like rip it off in a fit of rage. Somehow, I manage to keep my fury in check.

“Miss Reyes,” I say, allowing myself to look at her.

Her dark green eyes glisten with unshed tears. She’s confused as to why she’s being held after class. My guess is she’s always been a good girl and probably thinks she’s in trouble.

“Are you in a relationship with Mr. Paulson?” I grit my teeth. “I want the truth.”

Her eyebrows knit together in confusion and her nose scrunches. “I don’t understand the question.”

My patience, already wire-thin, snaps. “It’s a very simple question, Miss Reyes. Yes or no?”

She recoils at my harsh words. I want to recall them back, but I can’t. We’re not a “thing” because she’s my student and I won’t fucking go there. However, I still feel the sting of betrayal. Like I’ve been cheated in some way.

“Don’t be sick, Mr. Park,” Levi mutters. “She’s my sister.”

The room spins for a long second. His what?

“Step,” Willa corrects icily. “His dad married my mom.”

“So you live together?” I demand.

She studies me as though she wishes she knew what was going on inside my head. If this situation weren’t so fucked up and we were alone, I might offer her my thoughts.

“We’ve lived in the same house for a few years,” Willa murmurs. “Why?”

I sit down on the edge of my desk, contemplating what to do next. Smashing my fist through Levi’s face isn’t an option that’ll allow me to keep my job. And, in order to keep my eyes on my lovely obsession, I need this job.

“Come here,” I instruct, my eyes narrowing on her. “Please.”

Her body relaxes slightly and she nods. As she gets out of her seat, I cut my glare over to Levi and pull out his phone.

“Passcode.”

He shakes his head but mutters out the code. Once I have it unlocked, it opens back to the pictures. The one of her pretty mouth. She approaches, frowning as she notices Levi’s phone in my hand.

“What is it?” she asks, voice breathy and soft.

My dick thumps in my slacks. I try hard to ignore it. “There are photographs of you on Mr. Paulson’s phone. Were you aware?”

Her face pales and her pink lips part. “What kind of pictures?”