Chapter 3 The Invisible Pull

Will’s P.O.V.

I can’t stop thinking about my professor how insanely hot she looked in that white corset top. I couldn’t take my eyes off her for even a second.

Damn, I couldn’t stop imagining what she’s hiding under those clothes.

And the way she reacted to my double-meaning jokes… it drove me crazy. Today, I’m sure she feels the same pull and attraction. It’s not just one-sided.

I'm just lying in my room at night, lost in my thoughts, trying to sleep, but I can’t. All I want is to tell her how much I crave to control her. To uncover her desires, to test her limits. To punish her for biting her lip and looking away from me without permission. I want to show her who holds the power... to make her feel everything that’s running through my goddamn mind since my eyes landed on her.

I clutch the pillow in frustration because I’ve got everything with a snap of my finger. This time, things aren’t easy. She isn’t easy to get because she is my professor.

But damn, that just makes it more fun… more of a challenge. I like that. And I’ll get her, because when Will Wilson wants something, he gets it, no matter what. No one can stop him.

My phone beeps on the nightstand. I pick it up, still lying on my back, shirtless, wearing just my shorts.

Her name flashes on the screen. Iva.

My jaw drops for a second.

Then I read the full notification: Iva liked your picture. It’s from I*******m.

Fuck.

She’s stalking me. It means she’s losing her mind over me the same way I am over her, and that thought makes me smirk.

I unlock my phone and open I*******m, but her like is gone. Where did it go? Oh… now I get it. She must have disliked it after mistakenly tapping it.

I smile.

That’s cute.

I open her profile and start stalking her. She hasn’t posted much, but in every single picture, she looks insanely hot and pretty. And I must say she looks extra hot in specs. Instantly, I imagine her on her knees in front of me, staring up at me through those glasses, her lips slightly parted.

God. That mere image hardens my dick, and I grip my phone tighter with desire.

Fuck. She’s driving me crazy. No one has ever made me feel this insane before. What the hell is happening to me?

****

One Week Later

An entire week passes, and nothing has changed, except that my obsession with Iva has only grown deeper.

Every night, I imagine her kneeling in front of me and following all my orders. And all the imaginations arouse me always. I’m losing control over myself every single day. I want her, and I want to do all those dirty things run in my mind when I look at her and think about her.

During class, I catch her stealing glances when she thinks I’m not watching. But I always catch her. Always.

She pretends to ignore me, but I know she feels it. The tension. The pull. The silent conversation we keep having with just our eyes.

Every time, she walks into the classroom, I smirk at her, dragging my gaze over her body without shame. And sometimes just to mess with her, I throw in a double-meaning comment during lectures. She stiffens, avoids eye contact, and grips the edge of the desk like she’s holding herself back. Like she’s trying not to imagine exactly what I’m imagining.

With each passing day, my desire to control her is growing stronger. It's no longer just an attraction, it's an intense hunger.

I want to ruin her self-control.

I want to watch her fall apart under me.

I want to hear her moan my name.

God! I can’t wait any longer.

After our first lecture of the day ends, I toss my pen on the table and lean back, stretching a little. It’s her lecture next, and like every day I can’t wait to see her and tease her through my eyes.

But today, I’ve decided to approach her. I can’t just keep watching from afar, teasing her with looks and words.

No more playing it safe. No more hiding behind smirks and stares.

Today, I’m going to test the waters… up close. Because I know one thing for sure that Professor Iva wants me just as much as I want her.

And I’m done with waiting for the right time.

“Will.” Isabel’s voice catches my attention and I move my gaze to her. She stands, slinging her arm over Jack’s shoulder. “Let’s skip this lecture and go somewhere to have fun today.”

“Yeah, good idea.” Jack nods, giving me a teasing grin. “Will, you wanna join us?”

I know they both are teasing me because they know it’s Iva’s lecture next. My friends are well aware of what’s going on, how much Professor Iva is driving me crazy and how obsessed I’m getting with her. And now, I can’t miss a single one of her lectures.

Sebastian, who’s buried in his notes and sitting beside me, looks up at them. He’s the only one in our group who’s serious about studies. He has this obsession with being perfect and topping all his exams.

“Guys… I can’t miss this lecture. You know it’s—” He stops mid-sentence when Isabel and Jack both turn and glare at him.

He was so lost in his notes that he didn’t even realise that Jack and Isabel were talking about skipping class just to tease me.

Sebastian looks at them, confused. “What?”

Isabel rolls her eyes dramatically. “You ruin the fun, idiot.”

Jack chuckles, shaking his head. “Seriously, man, your timing is so off.”

I just laugh, folding my arms as I lean against the desk.

Sebastian frowns, still not getting it. “What did I do?”

“You gave away the fact that it’s Iva’s lecture next,” Isabel says, pointing at me. “We were just teasing your boy here.”

Jack nudges me with a grin. “We all know Will would rather skip breathing than miss a lecture where he can burn holes into Professor Iva’s soul with that gaze of his.”

“Shut up.” I laugh, though I don’t even try to deny it.

Because they’re not wrong.

They’ve seen it, the way I look at Iva, and only they can understand my double-meaning talks during the lecture.

Iva is still pretending like nothing’s happening. But today she has to accept that she also feels the invisible pull between us. Today, I’m finally going to break the wall she’s trying so hard to keep between us.