Sexting the Silverfox Daddy

I sexted my student’s dad by mistake.

Now the Bratva king says I belong to him.

It started with a flirty text and one stupid selfie.

Meant for a stranger.

Sent to my student’s single father.

Gennady Sokolov.

Silver hair. Velvet voice.

Too busy running Chicago’s underworld to show up at school.

I should’ve deleted his number.

But his reply—

Dark. Commanding. Filthy.

I couldn’t stop.

We played with fire.

Dirty texts. Silk punishments.

And the night I tried to end it?

He knocked on my door.

Now I’m locked in his mansion.

Learning Russian between care and punishments.

And while his enemies circle—

I’m carrying his baby.

I sexted my student’s dad by mistake.

Now the Bratva king says I belong to him.

It started with a flirty text and one stupid selfie.

Meant for a stranger.

Sent to my student’s single father.

Gennady Sokolov.

Silver hair. Velvet voice.

Too busy running Chicago’s underworld to show up at school.

I should’ve deleted his number.

But his reply—

Dark. Commanding. Filthy.

I couldn’t stop.

We played with fire.

Dirty texts. Silk punishments.

And the night I tried to end it?

He knocked on my door.

Now I’m locked in his mansion.

Learning Russian between care and punishments.

And while his enemies circle—

I’m carrying his baby.