@prodigyofprinxetoncollege

Alexander glanced at his watch impatiently. He didn’t have time for this; there were too many things to be done in preparation for the gala and he wanted to get this part over with. An escort. Who would have thought his assistant would suggest this and Alexander actually agree?

“Sir?”

He looked up to find his assistant at the door, politely gesturing out of sight of the guest behind him to direct Alexander’s attention to him. “Mister Aaron Burr is here. I will ensure that you are not bothered until the meeting has concluded.”

Alexander nodded and stood, “Yes, please let him in.” He strode to the door to shake the young man’s hand. “Good afternoon.”

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Alex couldn’t look at him. Whether Aaron had tried to hurt him and the others or not, he was still a fucking demon. Why in the hell would he believe someone who was evil? Who wanted to take everyone down with them at the end of the world?

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Things could be much worse, Alex decided. A stray cat who he’d brought in out of the rain that was acting as if he were the king of the house. What a diva. How on earth did he manage to find the one cat in the world that acted like he owned the place, like he was the one who paid the bills.

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Would he though? Could anyone after this? Hell, could the doctors even help him at this point? He shuddered at the thought of having to see one and their instruments. After this mess, he was terrified they'd do something to him too.

"Yes, please." And something to warm himself with, and something to eat and drink. He was starving, cold, and exhausted. The bags under his eyes were far more pronounced than they used to be, and if he was thin before, he was a toothpick at this point.

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He smiled sheepishly as he hurried out the door to head to his dorm. Let's see. He had time for a quick nap and then a shower to freshen up and pray that the bags under his eyes weren't too prominent; Alex wondered if he still had that concealer from an eternity ago. Was it still usable? Would Washington know? Shit, what if he noticed? Ugh. Alex didn't want to seem like he was trying too hard or anything but still. His professor was hot and wanted Alex, and Alex wanted to leave a good impression on him and dress up a little and--

Alex forced himself to stop thinking when he sat down on the edge of his bed in his dorm. He was overthinking it. Washington wanted him without the nice clothes and hidden bags under his eyes. It wouldn't be a problem if Alex wasn't perfect.

Exhaling slowly, Alex set an alarm on his phone and curled up in bed to take the power nap he promised himself. After the nap and after he was showered and dressed in what was his nicer-than-usual-but-not-fancy pants and shirt, he finally texted his professor. Shit. What if it was a joke? A prank? What if this was just his professor taking advantage of him? Wait. No. Because Alex wanted that gorgeous man just as badly. It wouldn't be.

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Alex leaned to the side and pressed the side of his head to the glass. It wasn't comfortable with the wire grid there, but it was cool, which was sobering a little. Probably for the best. "Where're we going? Thought the prec...precinct was over there..."