The Boy Who Has No Redemption (Soulless 8)

I turned back to my desk and packed up my things.

Of my students approached. Tyler wasn’t at the top of the class and he wasn’t necessarily at the bottom, but he had a good chance if he wanted to apply. “Dr. Hamilton, what’s the GPA requirement?”

“There is none.”

“Really?” he asked in surprise.

“Entire resumes will be considered, not just grades.”

“Well, I had a bad semester a few years ago. My dad died…everything went to shit. I think I got all C’s and D’s. Good to know I still have a chance.”

“Make sure you include that explanation in your application.”

“So, you think I have a chance?”

“You wouldn’t be my student if you didn’t have a chance, Tyler. You’re very bright.”

He nodded. “Thanks, Dr. Hamilton. How many students are you taking?”

“Forty.”

“Oh wow. The competition is going to be fierce.”

“Doesn’t mean you don’t have a chance. Really think about everything you want to submit, stand out, and hope for the best.”

“Alright. See you next week, Dr. Hamilton.”

I texted Ryan after I got out of the shower. You want to go out with us?

Depends. Where are you going?

Voodoo.

Eh, I’ll pass.

Why?

Dude, I’m married now.

You used to go out with us when you were engaged.

Yeah, it’s just different now. Honestly, I wouldn’t have fun anyway. Maybe I’m getting old, I don’t know. The loud music and the expensive drinks that are watered down…just seems like more work than it’s worth.

Alright.

You want to have dinner with us before you go? We can do that. Have some food before you pour the booze in?

Sure.

Cool. See you soon.

I left the penthouse and met them at the restaurant. They were already sitting together in the booth when I walked in and joined them. They were still in the honeymoon phase even though they’d been married for almost three months now. His arm was around her, and he leaned in and kissed her as his hand discreetly moved down to squeeze her tit.

She chuckled against his mouth then smacked his hand away. “Ryan.”

“Sorry, it’s just a habit.”

I ignored the inappropriate behavior and waved down the waitress so I could order a beer. “Maybe I should have walked in a few minutes later…”

“It wouldn’t have made a difference,” Ryan said. “I usually grab her boob every twenty minutes.”

Camille rolled her eyes.

“What?” Ryan asked innocently. “I married them. I can grab them when I want.”

“That is not how this works,” Camille said. “How would you feel if I just grabbed your dick all the time?”

Ryan grinned.

“Oh, never mind.” Camille grabbed her cocktail and took a drink.

Ryan waggled his eyebrows. “Grab it right now, baby.”

She smacked his arm again.

“Come on, I love your hand jobs—”

She cupped her hand over his mouth. “Will you shut up?”

With her hand still over his mouth, he shook his head.

She turned back to me. “Then I guess I’ll have to leave it here all night.”

Ryan raised his hand and grabbed her boob again.

“Oh my god.” She smacked his hand.

I chuckled as I watched them. “Should I leave or…?”

“No,” Ryan said. “I don’t care if you watch me grope my wife. And if you get off on it, then maybe I can charge you.”

“I don’t think he needs to pay for that when he’s fucking supermodels every weekend.” Camille took another drink of her cocktail.

“Even if I weren’t, I’m good.” The waitress brought my beer, so I took a drink.

“So, you’re still doing that?” Ryan asked. “The club scene every week…all that.”

I nodded.

“And that’s it?” Ryan asked. “Just…the same thing forever?”

Camille stared at me like she waited for an answer.

“What else am I supposed to do?” I grabbed the menu and pulled it closer so I could read it.

“Then that means Emerson is really gone?” Ryan asked tentatively. “I just thought, maybe you’d get back together.”

“Stop asking me about Emerson.” I was officially fed up. “We’ve been broken up for almost three months now. It’s over. It’s done. I’ve moved on.”

Camille and Ryan exchanged a silent look before they let it go. “Got it.” Ryan grabbed his menu and took a look. “I’ve got to get the jalapeno poppers. So good.”

“If you eat those, you won’t be eating anything else later.” Camille held the menu in front of her face as she checked out the selections.

“Oh, good point.” Ryan took another look. “We’ll do the appetizer quesadilla, instead. Then I’ll get a burger.”

It amazed me how much Ryan ate but still kept trim in his thirties. “I’m going to do the Caesar salad.”

“Speaking of Rome.” Ryan dropped his menu. “We booked our trip. We’re going at the end of May.”

“We’re soooo excited,” Camille said. “Thank you so much.”

“Great,” I said. “I’m happy for you guys.”

“We’re going before the crowds,” Ryan said. “You know, because I like to grope my wife in public.”

Camille rolled her eyes, but the action was accompanied by a smile.