Sulking in a chair, Horangi glared at the wall across from him, tapping his foot angrily.

Fucks sake. I can't believe that little bastard ratted me out! Just thinking about it annoyed him.

A few days ago, campus security came for him, taking him to the dean's office because it had been discovered he was running an illegal betting/gambling ring on college grounds. Horangi had been shocked. Who would've ratted him out?

Some little shit who listened to his mommy or daddy too much, that's who. Some brat had discovered what he was doing, took photos, and reported it to his teachers. The fucker didn't even go here, still in high school since he was so young.

That didn't stop Horangi from beating the shit out of him though.

He'd cornered him, roughed him up, and left him.

And then campus security came to get him again. This time, though, the kid's parent got involved.

The door to the dean's room slammed open, and out stalked you. Horangi looked at you, and he felt his heart stop, suddenly feeling too hot.

You were gorgeous. Before him was the definition of a DILF. Fuck, what Horangi wouldn't do to take you home and show you a good time.

You came to a stop in front of him, probably pissed about what he did to your son, but he didn't care. He almost wanted you to yell at him. He might cream his pants if he does.

"You are the boy's father, then?" He says, biting his lip, eyes darting down to your crotch. Fuck…