Chapter four

Stacey’s POV:

“Shit! What have I done?” I facepalmed myself as I rushed into Chloe’s apartment.

Cursing won’t change what has already happened.

I knew that, but how could I just accept what I saw this morning? My mind flashed back to the early hours of the day.

I had woken up naked in an unrecognizable room with someone’s arm wrapped around me. My soul almost left my body when I realized that the person was Noah. My goddamn student.

“Nice going, Stacey, you got drunk for the first time in years and just had to do something stupid.”

This was why I swore off alcohol, because as soon as I sobered up, I was sure to regret all the decisions I made. But this time it wasn’t just a mere bad decision; I had dipped my leg into a quicksand. And the more I struggled to escape the thought of what I did, the deeper I went.

“Hey, look who’s back,” Chloe’s bubbly voice reached my ear from the kitchen area.

Her presence sprang up a core memory from last night. ‘Go home with him.’ She had mouthed.

She was the one who made you do it.

Yes. Stacey was the actual perpetrator. She was the reason I was in this situation right now. If she hadn’t advised me to go home with Noah… No, scratch that. If she hadn’t forced me to the club at all, none of what happened last night would have ever happened.

I stormed into the kitchen to see her happily making toast and scrambled eggs, while my head was scrambling to even make a straight thought. 

“You caused this.” I blurted out through gritted teeth.

She looked at me confused. “Caused what?” 

Then a sly smile appeared on her face as she scanned me from head to toe. “If you mean helping you get a good ‘D,’ then yes, you bet I did.” She winked.

This girl really had no idea how messy things were. No idea at all!!

“You should have stopped me, Chloe,” I replied, my voice sharper than I intended it to be.

“And why should I have done that?” She shot back. “You needed something to get your mind off Liam. When I saw you with that guy at the club, I thought that was the best thing that would help.”

“Well, you fucking thought wrong.” I yelled, my fist hitting the white table tiles.

Chloe flinched from my reaction, the glass plate in her hand almost falling to the ground. “Okay Cece, what’s going on?”

She dropped the plate on the table and faced me squarely, her voice turning serious. “I know I encouraged you to go home with the guy, but it was still your decision to make at the end of the day. Why are you pissed at me?”

I sighed, rubbing my hands in circles around my temples. 

She was right. It wasn’t fair that I was throwing all the blame on her when it wasn’t like she forced me to go home with Noah. If anything, she was only being a good friend.

“I’m sorry.” I apologized as I dragged out one of the kitchen stools and sat on it. “I’m just lashing out because the guy I went home with last night…” I paused.

“He is actually one of my students.”

Chloe’s jaw temporarily lost its muscle function, and her mouth fell wide open. “What??”

My head fell to the table in defeat. An image of me gagging on Noah’s cock and moaning as he stroked my pussy came into view. I covered my face with my hand in embarrassment. “I have to go to school today. How am I supposed to react when I see him?”

Just then my phone chimed with a notification. I brought the phone to my eye level. ‘DIVORCE SETTLEMENT AGREEMENT. 

TIME: 3PM.’

I had almost forgotten about Liam and the divorce in the mayhem of all that was happening. 

I showed the message to Chloe. “Would you be available to come with me?”

She gave me a warm smile. “Most definitely.” She walked over to where I sat and dragged me up. “Now go get ready for school, Madam professor.”

“But I can’t,” I grumbled. “What if I meet him in class?”

Her eyebrow arched, and she shrugged. “So what? You are both adults who had sex. What’s the big deal?”

Yeah, you didn’t do anything wrong. It’s not like he’s underage or anything.

Chloe’s world gave me a little boost in morale. I would just get ready, go to class, and teach as usual. And if I see Noah, I’d act like nothing happened. Because NOTHING happened.

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“Alright class, settle down,” my voice echoed through the lecture hall as the students took their seats.

My eyes scanned the hall for the third time since I entered, and there was still no sign of Noah. My heart was beating with joy.

Maybe I was just overthinking things. I mean, there was a possibility that he had been too drunk yesterday and didn’t clearly see my face. Honestly, why else would the hottest boy in college, who could get any girl he wanted, choose to have sex with his older lecturer instead?

When all the students had settled down, the hall fell silent. I turned around to start the class when the sound of someone clearing his throat from the door sliced through the silence in the air.

I spin my head to see Noah standing in front of me. A devilish glint in his eyes and a smirk on his face. He was holding a black bag in his hand.

“Good morning, Stacey.” His voice was just loud enough for only me to hear.

Stacey. He called you by your first name.

Shit! Did he actually remember what happened last night? Was he going to expose me in front of the whole class?

My mouth went dry, and my face turned pale as blood drained from my body. Noah dropped the black bag on the table and slowly unzipped it.

My heart was beating rapidly by the second as I looked on in bated breath. Clueless as to what his next move would be.

With the whole class watching us, Noah brought out a black box from his bag and handed it over to me. “I think this belongs to you.” 

I swallowed hard, my hands fidgety. I took the box from him and was about to keep it aside when he stopped me. “Won’t you open it?”

I looked at the black box in my hand then I looked at him and back to the box, every fiber of my being telling me not to open this Pandora’s box, but Noah was insistent. “Come on, open it.”

I took a deep breath. I barely had a choice; everyone’s attention was now on me, and I didn’t want to make a bigger situation out of things, so I decided to open the box.

With shaky hands, I slowly removed the lid of the box, and I gasped as I saw the black material.

“It’s yours, isn’t it?” He looked up at me with a knowing taunt in his eyes. “It’s your undies. I know because I can still remember how your boobs bounced as I took them off.”