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Dark Desires: The Professor's Obsession CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY-FIVE
LENA“Lena. Hey. Wake up.” I felt a hand shaking my shoulder, pulling me from a thick, dreamless sleep.I blinked, then opened my eyes. Ava’s face was the first thing I saw, her expression tight with a forced calm.“What time is it?” I mumbled, my voice raspy.“Almost eight. We need to go.” Her voice was soft. She was already dressed in a simple black dress, her hair pulled back severely. She looked like she was going to a funeral. Maybe she was. Mine.I suddenly remembered—the hearing. A fresh wave of nausea rolled through me.“I can't go,” I whispered, pulling the covers over my head. The thought of facing those people, their judging eyes, made my skin crawl.The covers were yanked back. “Of course, you can,” Ava said, her tone leaving no room for argument. “You didn't do anything wrong. You're not going to let them win by hiding.” She tossed a simple grey sweater and a pair of dark jeans onto the bed. “Get dressed. I made us coffee.”She left the room and I dragged myself upright,
Dark Desires: The Professor's Obsession CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY-FOUR
LENAI woke up to the smell of bacon and coffee. Which was weird, because I hadn’t set an alarm, and Ava hadn’t cooked anything more complicated than microwave popcorn in weeks. I pushed myself up on my elbows, blinking sleep from my eyes. Ava stood in the doorway of my bedroom, holding a tray. An actual tray, with a cloth napkin and everything. “Good morning babes,” she said, her voice too bright, too cheerful. “I made breakfast.” I stared at her. “Since when do you cook?” She set the tray across my lap with a flourish. Scrambled eggs, bacon, toast cut into triangles, a cup of coffee with that weird cinnamon sprinkle she knows I like. It looked… perfect. “I can cook really well, remember my family situation?” she said, pretending to be offended. “I just choose not to.” I picked up a piece of bacon, eyeing her suspiciously. “What’s the occasion?” “Can’t I do something nice for my best friend?” She perched on the edge of my bed, watching me. It was… unnerving. The last
Dark Desires: The Professor's Obsession CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY-THREE
MIKEI didn’t remember driving home. One minute I was storming out of Dante’s apartment, the next I was fumbling with my keys at my own door, my hands shaking so badly I could barely fit the key into the lock. The silence of my apartment wrapped around me like a cloak. No movie playing, no laughter, no Dante humming off-key while he made popcorn. Just… silence. I sank onto the couch, pulling my knees to my chest like a child. The tears came then—hot, angry, humiliating tears that I couldn’t stop. How could I have been so stupid? How could I have fallen for it again? Leo’s brother. The words echoed in my head, each time feeling like a fresh punch to the gut. All those times I’d talked about Leo, about how he’d ghosted me, how he’d made me feel worthless… and Dante had just listened. Had he been laughing at me the whole time? Had he reported back to Leo, told him how pathetic I was? A sob escaped me, harsh and ugly in the quiet room. I buried my face in a cushion, trying to
Dark Desires: The Professor's Obsession CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY-TWO
MIKE“Dante! The popcorn is burning!” I shouted from the living room. I could smell it from here and that meant Dante had gotten distracted again. I smiled to myself, shaking my head as I went into the kitchen and pulled the bag from the microwave. Typical Dante. He could remember every line from every cheesy action movie we’d ever watched, but he couldn’t remember to stop a microwave. I dumped the blackened kernels into the trash and started a new bag, listening to the familiar sounds of the movie I was watching echoing from the living room. It was comfortable here, I felt safe with him. Something I hadn’t felt in a long time. I carried the fresh bowl of popcorn into the living room just as Dante came downstairs from his room. We sprawled on the couch, a blanket pulled up to our chin, I looked at him, his eyes fixed on the screen. He looked younger like this and softer. The constant tension he carried in his shoulders was gone. “I had to make another one,” I said, setting the
Dark Desires: The Professor's Obsession CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY-ONE
EVELYNThe Henderson brothers were back again the following week for the business meeting that was cut short because of Luke and his shenanigans. They were exactly as insufferable as I remembered. I sat at the head of my polished mahogany table, tapping my manicured nails against the leather of my portfolio. “From what we were discussing last time we met, your projections are overly optimistic, Evelyn,” one of the brothers said, sliding a report across the table with that condescending smile I wanted to wipe off his face. “Given the current economic climate—”“The current climate…” I cut him off, my voice sharp enough to make his brother flinch, “...is exactly why you should be begging to get into this deal.” I flipped open my tablet, displaying our latest quarterly earnings. “My tech division has outperformed every competitor by eighteen percent. Your hesitation isn't caution—it's costing you money.”The other Henderson brother who was always sweating and always nervous, cleared hi
Dark Desires: The Professor's Obsession CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY
LENAThe rest of the car ride home was silent. I sat stiff in the backseat, Adrian’s jacket draped over my shoulders, the scent of gunpowder and sweat clinging to the fabric. My wrists still ached from the zip ties, my throat raw from screaming. But none of that compared to the questions burning through me. Who was that man? Why did he call Adrian brother? What did I do wrong to be taken against my will?And why the hell was I caught in the middle of all these? Adrian hadn’t spoken since we got back to the safe house. His knuckles were split, his jaw clenched so tight I could see the muscle twitching. Dimitri slumped against the window, pressing a bloodied rag to his ribs, while Marco and Jax exchanged quiet words in the front. No one looked at me, not that I gave a fuck.I looked around, studying my environment, the safehouse was cold and well hidden—nothing like Adrian’s penthouse. I stood by the fireplace, my arms crossed, watching as Jax patched up Dimitri’s side. Adri
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