His Student Mistress
Zoey Prince was a good girl. A girl with impressive goals.
Goal Number One: Finish her bachelor's before age 21 - Tick
Goal Number Two: Begin her Master’s by age 22 - Tick
Goal Number Three: Get married to the love of her life by 25 - Not Quite
On the day her Master’s program began, she discovered that the man she’d spent the past four years loving was cheating on her with her best friend, his excuse being that she was boring and by the books, and he needed someone fun. Zoey was shattered.
Throwing caution to the wind, Zoe decided to prove to herself that she was not a boring person. She went on an escapade and this led her into the arms of the one man that promised to make her life a living hell. Professor Simon Beaumont.
Simon Beaumont was a menace. At thirty-three, he’d achieved a feat his peers hadn’t achieved half of.
Feat: Become a professor by twenty-eight - Tick
Feat: Become a billionaire before thirty-five - Tick
Feat: Get over his divorce from his ex-wife - Not Quite
When his student, Zoey Prince got on his nerves, he was determined to make her life a living hell. When life threw her into his arms, he pushed, but soon he came to realize something: They both needed each other.
Zoey would help him get over his messy divorce, and he would teach things about her body.
…
“Zoey, a man as impure as me shouldn’t be with someone as chaste as you. I’m a sinner before man, and before God.” Simon muttered as Zoey dry-humped him, placing her hands on his neck, her fingernails digging into the flesh of his nape.
“I don’t care, professor. Just claim me as yours.” She whimpered
into his ear.
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Chapter: Seventy-Seven SIMON Fuck this young lady. Fuck her for infiltrating into his head, and polluting his brain so that he that he thought about her, and only her. Back when he was in Dr. Anderson’s office, and she came in to write her tests, he almost got up, and left because her presence did something very weird to him. “Is that what you came here to tell me? That you want me?” He asked with the calmest tone possible as though they both didn’t affect each other. He wanted to make her feel like she was crazy. Like this was some form of unrequited attraction. “Why do you keep doing this?” Zoey quizzed, her voice cracking in the process. “I don’t have the slightest idea what you’re talking about.” He shook his head. “God, you’re such an asshole. I wish I could kill you right now.” She cried. “Zoey, if you came here to restate facts that have been long established, I think it’s high-time you saw yourself out of my office. I have important business to attend to.” He explained, choosing t
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Chapter: Seventy-Six ZOEY Growing up, Zoey's mother had always called her selfish because of some traits she had displayed. She had spent a lot of her time disagreeing with her mother, but maybe. Just maybe there was some iota of truth in what her mother was saying. For example, ever since she was called two days ago, her phone was mostly switched off, the only time it got turned on was occasionally when she had to check updates on her classes, tests or the upcoming examination. Two weeks ago, Zoey was so sure she had a future in Cardwell University, but that future had become so bleak. One day, she would have to pack her bags, book a flight, and go back home, but for now, she was in a state of denial. Every so often, she would close her eyes, and say a prayer to God because she did not want to come back home. With the heavy pang she felt in her chest, Zoey got up, took her bath and headed straight to school. As fucked up as she was feeling, she didn't want to miss the last shot she had at ta
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Chapter: Seventy-Five ZOEY While walking to her apartment from his car yesterday, Zoey promised herself she wouldn't cry even though his words hurt her so badly, but as soon as she shut the doors of her apartment, she buckled under the weight of everything that she had been holding back. All night, she cried, thinking about what she did at any point that made him say those mean things to her. She knew he wasn't a good person—he'd told her time and again, but that didn't mean that somewhere in the cavity of his chest, there wasn't a heart there. He was human, at the end of the day. All his life, he had probably dealt with difficulty in voicing out how he felt, and so, he decided to take the route of using his words to push people away. Or maybe she was wrong, and he was just a heartless person who didn't care about what his words did to people. For as long as she had known him, lust drew her to him, but maybe the man's character was just so disgusting. In due time, she would find out. Zoey felt
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Chapter: Seventy-Four SIMON All of a sudden, the slumber that was three seconds away from taking over Simon’s body disappeared, and left him a restless mess. Paula was supposed to be locked up in Brussels, and denied the privileges of a free man. She shouldn’t have access to a mobile phone. He knew some funny shit was going on, and he was eventually going to get to the bottom of it, but he wanted to use tonight to rest a little bit before hopping on it once it was day, but right now, how could he sleep? Swiftly getting up from where he laid in bed, he angrily picked up his phone, and dialed the number that she used to text him. There was no answer. He dialed the number thrice, walking to and fro around the room. The anxiety he was feeling was three seconds away from gnawing at his chest. A thought came to his mind when he was seconds away from completely losing his shit. He dialed the number of the commissioner of police in Brussels, and the man picked up on the first ring as though he had been
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Chapter: Seventy-Three SIMON She finally came off her high, and Simon could barely look at himself in the mirror because once again, he had messed up badly. While Zoey panted and whined, he untied her wrists that were bound to the bedpost before balling the material and slipping it into the pocket of his sweatpants. “I’m so thirsty.” Zoey whimpered, sitting up straight. He stepped away from the bed before he did something he would never forgive himself for. While barefoot, he padded to the bathroom, looking at his reflection in the mirror. Her squirt had dried on his face, causing it to be sticky and itchy. Also, her arousal clung to his beard and mustache. Turning on the faucet, he washed his hands throughly before he leaning over and running the water down his face. Once the sticky feeling had gone, he walked back to the room, and met her still in the position he left her. He wanted to ask her if she wasn’t going to take a shower, but he knew her, and he knew she’d tell him she couldn’t walk,
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Chapter: Seventy-Two ZOEY “Zoey, this isn’t fair.” Professor Beaumont shook his head. “Do you think I should have worn panties with this dress? I kind of like it with no panties because it makes my ass look very flattering, but it would have been great to have something soak up my arousal a little bit because I’m getting so wet. What a shame.” She tutted, shaking her head. She looked around the room, taking it all in as she licked her lips. By the time her eyes darted back to her professor, she caught him staring so intently at her breasts with a level of lust that had yet to be discovered. To further drive him insane, she pushed her big tits together with her right arm and kissed the tops of them, licking, and sucking on the skin so they had hickeys. Her hand traced down to her nipples, and through the material, she played with them. It was such a let down that the bust part of the dress wasn’t see-through. She would have loved to get his reaction when he finally saw her piercing. It still di
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