Shattered Fantasies

Danny's POV

"Please," I gasped, my voice cracking. "Sir, please."

That's how my desires all came to life in one day, I felt so fulfilled. His office was dark and smelled of his expensive cologne and fresh textbooks. I was pressed against the wooden workbench, my back arching as a heavy hand slid upward, fingers hooking into the waistband of my jeans.

"Is this the extra credit you wanted, Danny?"

The voice was a low growl. Professor Chadwick stood over me, he was a tall shadow in a black suit. He finally didn't look like my professor anymore, he looked like a man hungry to claim me in the most ruthless manner.

Funny how he didn't know that since I got admission into Presley University, I had been dying and begging for the day he would just use me. And today was the day that was appointed by the great heavens.

"I will do anything," I whispered, his breath hitching. "My mum will destroy me if I fail again."

"I won't let her do that to you, I will destroy you myself," Chadwick murmured. He leaned down, his lips brushing my ear, it sent an electric shock through my spine. "If you are gonna fail in everything, at least don't fail in pleasuring me."

Mr Chadwick's hand tightened on my hair, yanking my head back. I let out a loud broken moan, my eyes fluttering shut as I felt his weight press me down against the table. It was terrifying, yet so perfect. I reached up, grabbing his tie, pulling him closer until our lips were inches apart....

Beep..Beep..Beep...

My eyes snapped open. The yellow morning sun stretched through my glass window, bright enough to cause blindness.

"Fuck," I croaked. "So that was a damn dream urghh, my life is a joke. Wild of me to think perfect Mr Chadwick will even consider me. I heard he had a fiancee. And worst she is a lady."

I was tangled up in my duvet, my voice racing at a hundred miles. I was lost in thought, still reminiscing my dream. That had to be the most happiest moment of my life. But that was something that could never happen. Mr Chadwick was straight. Also he hated feminine boys and sadly I am a boy who can't live without his lipgloss and makeup. The only thing masculine about me was the fact I was still dressed in men clothing.

My mum hated me too, for being so feminine but what can I do? I was raised by a woman and also thankGod she doesn't know I was attracted to guys. She would had killed me.

"Danny! Get your flat ass down here!" my mum voice echoed from bottom the stairs. She sounded like she had just won the lottery and couldn't wait for me to hear about it.

"We have a visitor! You should see him now!"

"Urghh!" I rolled my eyes, scrambling up from the bed. "I honestly don't like visitors. I don't even like people, or anyone," I grumbled.

"Coming, Mom!"

I threw my oversized pink sweater, the kind that hung off one shoulder and some tight white flares. I checked my reflection one last time, swiped my gloss over my lips, and headed down.

I could hear them laughing in the kitchen. Well, my mom was laughing but then a man's voice echoed too. It was deep, steady and horribly familiar.

"I think he's going to be thrilled, Sarah," the man said. "We have already spent quite a bit of time together."

I froze at the kitchen doorway.

Right there, standing next to the toaster was a really tall man with an insane build. He was wearing a casual black sweater that made his shoulders look twice as wide. And he was holding a coffee mug that said; world's best mum. From his voice and his build, it finally clicked. That man right there was my Professor. Mr Chadwick. The man I kept jerking off to.

My mum had mentioned to me before, that her fiance's name was Chadwick. But never in my wildest dream would I had imagined it was "the Chadwick." My biology professor.

"Edward! There you are!" My mum chirped, grabbing my arm and pulling me towards him. "I wanted it to be a surprise, but meet Chadwick. My fiance! Also I heard his your professor. Your professor is about to be your stepdad. Can you believe it?"

"No, I can't mum." I blurted out without thinking.

Mr Chadwick turned. His eyes were like chops of ice, scanning my messy hair, down to my painted lips. His hand tightened in the cup as he stared at my lips, his face almost frowning.

"Hello, Edward," Chadwick said. The corner of his mouth twitched, not a smile, but something sharper. "Small world, isn't it?"

I felt the air leave my lungs. All I could think about was my dream. His hands in my hair. The way he made me beg.

"You are marrying him?" I choked out.

"Yes, in two weeks!" My mum beamed. "And Chadwick will be moving in today. He has even offered to help you in your studies. Isn't that great?"

For a moment the world tilted. Chadwick stepped closer, his shadow falling over mine. He smelled exactly like he did in my dream. Cedarwood and cold ambition.

"I think we should start tonight," Chadwick said, his voice dropping an octave.

If Mr Chadwick becomes my step father, that means I am sexually attracted to my own step father. My mum's husband to be. No Lord, don't do this to me.

I swallowed hard. The strawberry gloss on my lips felt suddenly, terrifyingly bright.