An Affair With My Vampire Professor

Alina

I giggled in my sleep because Nathan and I were buying jewelry and dresses for my birthday. It was exceptionally exciting because it had never happened before.

I loved Nathan too much and didn't care if he returned the favor. He had dreamy eyes that I could get lost staring at them. He was sweetly handsome and the girls wanted him too.

However, I'm territorial and protective of my own.

The doorbell rang twice and on the third ring, I jumped out of the bed, yawned sleepily and stumbled to the door.

"Oh, hello. Happy birthday in advance, Miss...." The delivery guy glanced at the body of the gift box to confirm my name. "Miss Alina. I've got something for you from Nathan " he said with a smile.

I smiled in return, "Hello, thank you." I maintained a smiling face, curious about what Nathan had in store for me.

I stood at the door to unwrap the gift. "A breakup letter?"

The delivery guy shook his head innocently, "I'm sorry but, I have no idea."

Nathan had carefully packed in every single item I'd gifted him, and he was breaking up with me two days before my birthday.

I was going nuts!

I collapsed into my bed as my adrenaline soared.

Moments after, I stood before a full-length mirror that spanned the entire length of the wall. My eyes were red and puffy from weeping.

Futilely, I kept kneading my cheeks and eye bags to get my face back in shape.

Nath didn't give a tangible reason for leaving. He only stated that he wanted to explore other options because I was needy and old-fashioned.

I knew he wanted Natasha, the new girl in college. They were well-suited for each other. Nat squared. To hell with them!

It was late in the evening, no matter, I rode my bike out that night.

The bar at Brooklyn Beach would have been a perfect choice due to the chilly atmosphere, but it was a bit far from home.

Lilith's Clubhouse was the closest utopia, and a cold beer seemed like the only solution. I could remember the bitter taste of the first one, then the second, and before I knew it, I was on my third.

That was when I saw him!

A very hot dude!

The glow from his eyes could literally light up the place. I rubbed my lips, maintained my steez, and pouted. My eyes were fixated on his face as he walked, eyes sweeping across faces as though he was looking for something or someone.

The mountainous man easily towered over everyone in the bar, and he was heading straight in my direction.

My heart did skip a beat when he got to me.

"Hello, beautiful, are you drinking your sorrows away?" he asked with a deep voice that matched the soft music playing in the background. "Succulent lips there. I'd love to kiss them if only you'd let me."

I was dead tipsy, and the world seemed blurry too, but every word he said was clear as day.

I sat there, stiff, tongue-tied, with my eyes examining the foamy content of the transparent mug and switching from the mug to his face occasionally.

I had to make sure I was safe.

"How much do you charge per night?" he asked impatiently, seeing that I'd ignored him previously.

With my palm hovering over the mug, "Let me make things clear for you," I said, raising my eyes to meet his gaze. "Not every woman you see at the bar is a harlot. Why don't you check the next table or go to a brothel?" I replied and quickly resumed drinking, gulping down the remnant. "One more please," I pushed the mug to the bartender for the fourth time.

The stranger shoved his hands into his pockets, and my breath stopped as he pulled out a ring case from one and a thick wad of dollars from the other.

"I'm guessing that you are single." His eyes flickered to my ringless finger with a smirk. "Are you going to marry me, or are you going to become my whore?" he persisted with his eyes searching mine.

Suddenly showing interest in the conversation. "All that money?" I asked in a whisper, completely stunned and breathless.

"Yes, five hundred thousand to be my whore, and if you agree to be my wife, there'll be a bonus. Up to ten million."

"Huh?" My words caught in my throat.

I glanced around, hoping someone, anyone, was watching. But no, everyone was engrossed in their businesses, totally oblivious.

"What are you? A serial killer? Human trafficker? Abductor?" I blurted out, the words rolling out before I could stop them.

"None of those, I'm from the Spencer's family. And you are?"

I hesitated, fear-gripped, but the sight of those banknotes on the table undoubtedly caused me to salivate.

"Alina," I mumbled, I could barely hear myself. My eyes flickered between the notes and his eyes, which were bold and lovely. I hope it wasn't the sight of the money that gave me such ideas.

"Very well, Alina. What's on your mind?"

"Which hotel are we heading to?"

He flashed a set of white teeth. "Good choice! Come with me."

I pushed myself up. I left a few weathered notes on the counter beside the empty mug.

The world spun around me as I stumbled outside. I flail my hands, searching for something, anything, to support myself with.

I saw a figure, a man, I knew it when he spoke. He helped me into the Rolls-Royce.

"Bon voyage, captain. Have a wonderful night." Someone said in French as we drove away. It was freezing outside, but inside, it was even colder.

"Are you feeling cold, Alina?" he asked and I nodded. "Brad, turn down the AC." He instructed his chauffeur.

"Thank you," I mumbled.

"Welcome."

I couldn't see his face in the dark, but I imagined that he smiled. I wanted to text my stepmom about my whereabouts, but I didn't even know where we were going.

He leaned in closer, wrapping an arm around my waist. "Don't be too far away, Alina," he said, his lips barely grazing mine before he kissed me with an intensity that made my head spin. He pulled back suddenly and gazed at me in the dark.

What was he looking at me for? Did he mistake me for another?

"Your lips taste like chocolate. Was that a compliment? I wondered.

He leaned in again, fiercer this time.

I figured my lipstick was gone, but my body was super excited, urging me to kiss him back. I couldn't resist the pull at the moment.

As we went, his fingers found comfort under my crop top, hanging tightly around my left breast and fondling it however he wanted.

I didn't try to stop him, I was enjoying every single bit of his touch.

We later pulled up to a building, not a hotel. It was surrounded by a tall, wired fence. I followed him inside, glancing back occasionally since I had the feeling of being followed. Soon, we were in his master bedroom.

The curtains, made with the finest fabric, hung down from the ceiling. The bedsheet was expensive from the outset, and there were molten images, for decoration, I guessed.

Gesturing to the bed, "You may sit, Alina."

I settled into bed, not directly releasing my weight on it, or perhaps I feared feeling relaxed. I struggled to stay on high alert despite my drowsy state.

"What would you like to drink?" he asked, making toward his wine rack.

"I'm fine. Thanks."

"I like it too much because you are tipsy. It'll permit me to dominate you all night." He smiled sensually at me.

I forced a smile. He was older, maybe 15 years older, but handsome. I thought I could try the whore job, then the marriage, and divorce him after two years or less.

Wasn't it about spreading my legs north and south? Then he would pound me as much as he wanted, and I would get up to bathe with wads of dollars? He seemed more like a pervert to me and I was so ready for this game.

After he'd gulped down a considerable quantity of a love wine, he started to undress. He had hair up to his butt line. I wondered if that was would I'd suck on until he motioned for me to get him a tube in a basket. It was a shaving cream, thank goodness.

He disappeared into the bathroom, leaving me alone in his lavish bedroom. I began to explore the room. His walk-in closet was filled with designer clothes and shoes, each piece revealing his taste of luxury. There wasn't a single item that suggested amateur design.

I imagined a future where I would be his wife, and he would share his immense wealth with me. The thought brought peace to my soul, and for the first time since the breakup, I felt genuinely grateful for it.

When I opened another wardrobe, I was hit with an explosion of women's clothing, panties, and bras piled in baskets. My brows knitted together in confusion. Suddenly, a wave of nausea washed over me, and I ran off to the bathroom, emptying everything down the water closet.

Turning around, I caught him staring at me. "Sorry, I just wanted to..." But I was interrupted.

"No, you're free to feel at home. Are you okay?" I nodded. "Do you want to join me?" I tried to avoid looking down, but his question made my gaze drop.

"Dios mio!" I exclaimed with my mouth agape. I'd never seen a dick so big and long. Was that what he wanted to use on me? No wonder he was looking for a wife. Perhaps, that would be the reason every woman he met feared marrying him. That length would certainly choke me to death before I could lay my hands on his money

"What is that?" He inquired, standing and revealing the entire length of his manhood before my eyes.

I made sure to keep my eyes off of it, choosing instead to look at his face. As I opened my mouth to speak, my lips trembled as a result of fear. "Stomach upset," I lied, rubbing my belly as I pulled out of the bathroom.

I wanted to snatch up my shoes and run away, but just as my fingers brushed my handbag, he emerged from the bathroom with a grin on his face.

"Let's get to business." His voice sent shivers down my spine. I started to take off my clothes, but he stepped in with an offer.

"Just hop on the bed and relax. I’ll handle your clothes," he said, licking his lips, his gaze glued to my body.