He teaches me...

Dean kissed the crown of my head and headed out of the room.

I needed to get dressed, but I still felt a little dizzy from our passionate kiss. I put on my bra and panties and pulled on the simple black dress I brought with me.

The dress was sleeveless, so I was a little cold. I took Dean's sweater, and knotted it around my neck as a shawl. I walked into his bathroom. Standing before the mirror, I sniffed the material of his clothing. It smelled like him. My hair was a bit messy and I made my hair into a bun.

I studied the blue and purple on my face, it was almost the same color as the enormous hicky on my neck. Strange, how those two bruise-like spots on my body, seemed to be created by to completely different and contrasting events.

I darted out of the room Dean had stayed in, and headed for the room the boys had slept in tonight. I opened the door, only to find that my mom and the kids were still in deep slumber. Gently closing the door, I heard voices downstairs.

The mansion was enormous in comparison to the fraternity's last home. Walking down the stairs, I heard voices. It was barely a whisper. I stood in the hallway, trying to orient. I listened where the sound came from and followed it.

The voices seemed to come from an area I hadn't visited yet. "Good morning," said Lauren, when we she caught sight on me. She was wearing a sweatpants and a oversized shirt. It probably belonged to her boyfriend.

"Morning," I mumbled, while I ran my hand across my face, and pinched my eyes. I still felt tired and my face still really hurt. Walking into the kitchen, I saw that Lauren was not alone. Christal and the red-haired girl that sat next to Dani last night, were there as well.

Oh no…

I tried to act normal.

"Hey, you are Dani's friend right," said the red head. I nodded. She stared at my neck in all obviousness. Dean's sweater, that clung around my shoulders, didn't do much to cover that up. "Where is Dean?" she unsurprisingly asked.

Christal made a sour face. "He needed to go see his father," I answered. "So, now your panties will be hanging next to mine," snickered Lauren. "Is that really a thing?!" I asked in disbelieve.

"Yes," Christal answered me instead of Lauren. She got off the kitchen counter, standing up, and crossed her arms. "All the flings that pass the revue end up there. Soon, the walls will be covered, because most have another in their bed every night," she stated matter of factly.

I thought about that. "You seem shocked," Christal said with a false smile. "Well," was the only thing I managed to say. "Some woman make it their goal, to have their panties up there," she shrugged. "Little hussy's, that is," she added with disgust.

Aha, she saw me as a hussy. "You act like none of them have a real relationship," Lauren intervened, eyeing me. "I cached one of them," Lauren said smug.

"Ah… but Melissa isn't up for something serious with Dean, right. She needs a rebound and is just teaching Dean how to ride, on an old bike," Christal said in a mean tone. "You are older than us right?" questioned the red head. "I mean, I heard that you have kids, since your ex-husband was here last night," she frowned.

"It must have been hard being in an abusive relationship like that," said Christal with fake pitty.

I had enough of this. "Whether Dean and I have a fling, or are at the start of something more, is actually up to…" I started to say in authority. "Well… Dean and I really," I said looking at each of them. "And yes, I have two sons," I added.

Lauren smiled at me, like she was proud of me. "And to answer your question," I began to say. "I am older than Dean, but it is Dean who is the one that is in the lead of teaching," I said and raised my eyebrows once, with a huge complacent smile on my face.

So… he wasn't really teaching me anything sexually, but he was teaching me something about will-power… And not giving into sexual desire. They didn't have to know that.

Christal's jaw dropped open. Jackpot.

"Ma'am, master Dean had instructed me to make breakfast for you and your family. I am here to inform you that the two little ones are awake. Would you want me to bring the food up right now?" a butler asked me. It wasn't normal that these young men, who were in college, had butlers right?

I couldn't even afford a housekeeper, or anything at all in life for that matter. I nodded 'yes'. "Thank you so much," I said to the older grey-haired man in a pinguin suit.

"That is very thoughtful of Dean," said Lauren. I shyly smiled. It really was. "I will go up to see my sons," I told all of them. "See you later," cheered Lauren. The rest just glared at me.

When I walked into the room the kids were sitting on the bed. the boys immediately got out of bed and flew into my arms. "Momma," said Zion.

"Mom are we on a holiday?" asked Edan. I looked at my mother, who was sitting on the edge of the bed. She was wearing a blue cotton pajama. Her eyes looked wary, like she hadn't slept much. "It does look like a hotel, doesn't it?" She smiled at Edan.

We heard a knock on the door. "Come in," I said. It was the butler and he brought in a huge cart of food. "Wowww," the boys said enthusiastically. Little Edan started clapping his hands. There was all sort of fruits, pancakes, different types of bread, cereal, and what not.

"I think you were right Edan," said Zion, "I think we really are in a hotel." Zion's eyes looked bright, full with wonder.

"It is not really a hotel…" I started to say. "But I get that you would think that," I smiled. My mom stood up and walked up to me. She placed her hand on my face. "I can't believe that you never told me about…" mom said referring to the different occasions my ex had hit me without her knowing.

"I should have noticed," said mom. "I am so sorry," she whispered. "No you shouldn't be," I tried to sooth her. "Let's dig in boys!" I said trying to lighten the atmosphere.

In the far corner of the room there was a dining table. This room was much larger then the one Dean and I had spent the night in. It was also much larger than that of Dani's. Speaking of the devil, she barged right in.

"Edan and Zion," she cheered. "Were the two of you gonna eat all that, without thinking of your auntie," she taunted the kids. I smiled. The kids ran to her and took her hand to show her all that was presented on the cart.

We all sat down and started to eat. "Dean?" whispered Dani. I held up my shoulders. "Went to see his father," I mumbled with a mouth full. My mom eyed us suspiciously. There was a knock on the door and it starlet me.

"Come in," Dani said. It were two officers. "Is Melissa Heatherington present?" a young female cop asked. Her blond hair was tightly pulled into a ponytail. "That's me," I answered.

"Can we speak in private?" The male cop joined the conversation. "I uhm…. Yes," I said and stood up.

"We can go into the room next to this one," I offered. I kissed the boys and guided the cops into Deans bedroom.

They started to ask me questions about last night and the life I had with my ex-husband before this night. The officers kept referring to him as my husband, because the divorce was not settled yet.

The officers event questioned me about Dean. "We think that it is not a good idea for you and your children to go home, based on the story you have told us," the lady said. I knew that much.

"Can you and your children stay here for a while?" the man asked me. I thought about Dean's words. I shook my head 'no'. The woman looked around. She must be thinking that there was more than enough space for us here.

"Maybe an unknown location would be more in your interest anyway," the blond cop seemed to think out loud with a sigh. She took out a brochure and handed it to me. "It is on a secret location in this country. They can help you get another home in time, and will help you get full custody of the kids," she went on.

She kept talking, but the information didn't really come through. The both of them were on the phone and seemed to be making arrangements for my son's, my mother and I. "Are you alright?" the female cop asked me.

I don't think I was. "I hate that my boys have to go through this," I quietly said. "We understand," the man told me. I finally really looked at him. He had shadows under his eyes. His hair was grey and uncombed.

"We can bring you to the shelter right now, if you want to," he offered.

I swallowed. I had promised Dean to stay here, but that would not be fair to him. He made clear that this would not be a suitable location for the kids.

"I think that is a good idea," I replied, not really sure if that was true.