(ENGLISH) Beg Me, Professor

"Do you think you can destroy our marriage? Is this why you're doing this?"My focus turned to her again. We stared at each other for a second. She gave a mocking laugh and shook her head incredulously."You haven't changed at all, Atasha," she snorted.I stood up with the blanket wrapped around my body. Without asking, I went to Zachary's closet and picked one of his oversized t-shirts. I also chose shorts there and then got dressed in front of them without caring. After dressing myself, I then turned to look at my sister. Zachary was still sitting on the bed with his boxers on."Eunice, you are too much of an overthinker," I said and laughed a little. "Destroy it? Can't I just miss my ex?" I smiled mockingly."How dare you?!" She quickly came to me and gave me a slap.I didn't move from my place and smiled. "What? Isn't this normal? I thought it was okay for us to share. You know, like before."Her face immediately lost color. She looked at Zachary for a moment, who was still starin

It's been two years. I'm not sure if time actually passes swiftly or if I just don't forget things easily. I just shook my head and wore my glasses before looking back at the big house in front of me."Welcome back, Atasha," I said to myself, then started walking into the yard.Nothing's changed. The mansion's interior and exterior still share the same aesthetic. My heels made noise every time I stepped on the marble floor. I couldn't help but become serious when my memories progressively brought me back to what happened two years ago.I smiled bitterly. Family. They said, abandon everything except your family because they are the only ones you can count on until the end. But that's not the case for me.How can I appreciate my family if they are the ones who destroyed me?"What are you doing here?"I smirked when I heard Eunice's voice. I stopped in the middle of the large living room of the house and then raised my eyes to her. She was walking down the stairs, and next to her was my

"Hmmngh . . ." I muffled a moan under Zachary's hand.He was ruthlessly claiming me while covering my lips with one of his hands, silencing my audible groans. My left knee was grasping his other arm as I was pressed against the restroom wall."Hush. Tone down your voice," he grunted under my neck.My back arched when he sucked on my tits like a hungry baby. He pinched the top of it with his teeth and licked them with his tongue. I was engulfed by anguish and pleasure. I felt as though he was torturing me while also leading me to the ninth cloud."Fvck," I heard him murmur; he seem frustrated.He removed his hand from my mouth and hoisted my other leg in one swift motion. My knees embraced his hips, and my arms wrapped around his neck for support. I groaningly moaned when I felt him filling me to the brim. My back nearly scraped against the chilly bathroom wall as he proceeded to lash out with forceful thrusts."Ahhh! Hmmnngh!" I couldn't hold back my moans anymore.My nails dug hard i

I confidently strode down the hallway wearing a simple backless top and a short fairy skirt. Tracking down the classroom where my favorite professor was teaching. Mind the sarcasm.Two days passed, and during that time I did not attend any class. I spent my time relaxing and catching up on some projects that have been on my mind since I returned from the Philippines. I am a fashion designer, and I have my own clothing line. Even though it was not extremely famous, I could say that it was known somehow. I have four branches, two in America and two here in the Philippines.I didn't bother knocking and just walked into the room. Just like that, Zachary's eyes immediately met me in the middle of his teaching. His jaw tightened, and he looked at me intently."Ms. Rodriguez," he mumbled and looked at his watch. "Are you aware that you are thirty minutes late for my class?" He raised his eyebrow and scanned me from head to toe.One thing I liked about this school was that they don't have a d

I don't know how many hours I've been staring at the ceiling of my room. After my argument with my dad, I came here and never got out again. I didn't bulge even when the maid called me to join my family for dinner.I don't want to go back or visit this house. If I didn't need to come here for my plans, I wouldn't do it. Who would want to visit hell anyway?I let out a sigh as my memories came back. How they all hurt me. How my father abandoned me, who I expected to be on my side.***When I woke up, I could smell the chemical around me. Even though I kept my eyes closed, the weak murmurs of the people I was with did not escape my ears. They are arguing."She has the nerve to actually did it now!" It was Daddy's voice; there was a trace of anger in his tone."Calm down first. We can find a way out of this," my stepmother told him.When I heard my father, a glimmer of hope appeared in my chest. I resembled a young child who had just experienced hope. I cautiously opened my eyes and bega