CHAPTER FIVE

ADRIAN

The more I flipped through the pages, the more I was unable to control the bulge in my pants. I would've never believed that Lena would write something like this. But am I really surprised? Not at all.

She left it after class, I wanted to return it to her, but there was just a way the book looked and curiosity filled me, only to find out that she's been writing erotic poems. 

I couldn't stop myself and kept flipping through the pages, but I froze in my set upon coming across a poem with my name on it. The poem contained not only her fantasies but what she really thought of me.

Lena was attracted to me too?

I knew what I felt for her was beyond student and teachers relationship, that's why I tried to mask up my feelings by being stern with her, but I was unable to deny the burning attraction within me.

The worst part of it is that part of me that I've been trying hard to bury was coming out. I found myself thinking about it, wondering what it'd be like if it actually happened.

Thinking of how it'd feel to have her plump pink lips on mine, her legs wrapped around my waist, tracing kisses down her neck and sucking the hell out of her. Having her waist wrapped around my torso, fucking her hard and fast. It'd be a wish come through to hear my name come out of her mouth. How good it'd feel to pleasure her till the point she cries?

“Fuck!” I cursed, trying to control the boner I had in my pants.

Then it dawned on me that this wasn't anyone. This was my student, I'm older than her with at least a decade or more. Plus, if the school board finds out about this, I'd loose my job and she might loose her honor student title.

Fuck, I should stop this before it gets too far.

But I had already created the mental image in my head and it was hard to get it out. I was starting to get extremely disgusted with myself, wanting to hang myself there.

“She's my fucking student,” I yelled, hoping the reminder would serve as some kind of snap out of it.

I stared at the book in my hand, making a mental note to return it back to her. Despite the fact that I knew I'd never let my thoughts become reality, I couldn't help but want to tease her and left a note inside one of the page— The one with her fantasy about me.

‘Careless girls shouldn't write such dirty things.’

“It's only a warning. Maybe, she'd let go of the fantasy after reading it,” i told myself, knowing that it's a lie. The note was intended to fuel the fire.

Damn! I deserve to be locked up.

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“Make sure you work on the question on page six,” I said to the students. 

“Yes, Mr Knight,” they responded.

My mind was spinning. I was trying to be sane all through class, but I couldn't help but think about Lena. What her reaction would be to the note, I had been studying her since but she seemed neutral not even acting like I had just seen her deepest, probably darkest secrets.

I made my way to my office, wanting to drown myself at that moment. I'm sure that the thoughts going through her mind must be that I'm a predator.

She's a teenager. It's normal for her to have this fantasies, but I'm an adult, I should be the one to guide her, not the one she should be running from.

A knock on my door disrupted me from my thoughts. I cleared my throat, “Come in,” I said. There she was, looking gorgeous as ever, enough to give me a boner just by watching her.

“I came to talk about the notebook,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. Her fingers were twitching, and she looked everywhere but at me.

I thought you'd never show up, sweetheart.

I nodded slowly, trying to stay calm. “Alright.”

She stepped forward and placed the notebook on my desk like it was something heavy. “You left a note inside.”

I leaned against the edge of my desk and crossed my arms. “Did I?”

She frowned. “It was you. You’re the only one who could’ve seen it.”

I didn’t confirm or deny it. “Careless girls really shouldn’t write such dirty things.”

Her cheeks burned instantly. “That wasn’t meant for anyone to see.”

“But you left it behind,” I said, my voice low and calm. “Almost like you wanted someone to find it. Or maybe... just me?”

“That’s not true,” she said, shaking her head.

“Isn’t it?” I stepped closer. She didn’t back away.

She hugged herself, nervous. “Why would you even read it?”

“Why would you write about me?” I fired back, watching her every movement.

She went silent, eyes falling to the floor. Her lips were trembling.

“You could’ve written about anyone,” I added. “But it was me. You thought of me when you wrote all that.”

“It was just a stupid fantasy,” she blurted, still not meeting my eyes. “I didn’t think it meant anything.”

“But now it does,” I said.

She finally looked at me, and in her eyes I saw panic... and something else. Curiosity. A spark.

“I came here to ask you not to bring it up again,” she said quickly. “To forget you ever saw it.”

I stared at her in silence for a few seconds, then took a slow step forward, closing the space between us. “I could do that.”

She swallowed hard.

“But...” I leaned in just enough to make her freeze. “What if I don’t want to forget it?”

“Mr. Knight—”

“Adrian,” I corrected.

“You’re my teacher.”

“And you’re the girl who wrote about wrapping her legs around me,” I whispered. “So tell me, Lena...”

I tilted my head and gave her a teasing smirk.

“Do you want me to make your fantasy come true?”