Chapter four- Kneeling before Professor Winsley

The next day*****

I jumped out of bed and rushed into the bathroom. I brushed my teeth fast, washed my face, and threw my clothes on without wasting time. It was obvious lecture was about to start. I love waking up when it was almost time. That way, when I walk into the school, every head would turn at the sound of my heels clicking on the ground. They all knew Josephine Maradona was coming and they will have to behave….

I stood in front of my mirror, I applied bold red lipstick on my lips, and kissed the mirror for good luck. “Today, that professor will regret what he did,” I whispered to myself before walking out.

As soon as I stepped into the school compound, students from other departments started pointing at me. Some were whispering. Some were laughing. I just scoffed and raised my head higher.

Let them talk. They’ve always anyway…..

I’m their Queen…

Andrena and Christiana came running to my direction and they hugged me tight.

“I’m sorry for yesterday, Josephine,” they both said at the same time.

I snarled at them but didn’t push them away.

“Josephineeeee!” Andrena dragged my name in that annoying way she always does whenever she want to beg me to forgive her….

“We are having Professor Winsley’s lecture now,” Christiana said, breathing fast. “He must not get to class before us!” She screamed and started running. Andrena followed her immediately.

I scoffed and started walking like a queen, swinging my hips. But the moment I remembered how he had thrown me out of his office like trash, my legs moved on their own. I found myself running toward the lecture hall too.

I was almost at the door when I stumbled. My body crashed into someone hard. I gasped when I looked up and saw it was Professor Winsley. He lost his balance from the shock. Both of us fell. I landed on his chest while he hit the back of his head on the floor.

I tried to stand up quickly, but my hand grabbed something big and hard.

My eyes widened. It was his dick.

“Sorry…” I stammered, still holding it without thinking. The whole class burst into loud laughter. Phones came out immediately. Everyone was recording.

Professor Winsley grabbed my hand tight and pushed me away from his body.

He stood up fast. The whole class went silent in one second.

“Why are you mad?” I asked, getting up too. “Why are you acting as if you didn’t like the way I touched you? Every man in California dies to lay me down. They want this body. Stop pretending, you thief. I know you stole the wristwatch I threw at you yesterday .” I scoffed and folded my hands under my breasts, pushing them up on purpose.

“Stop whatever shit, Josephine. I’m your tutor. You can’t disrespect me like this,” Professor Winsley warned. He pointed at my wristwatch resting calmly on the podium.

I clenched my fist tight, almost breaking my own fingers. No. He couldn’t. He wouldn’t make me feel small. I had vowed a long time ago never to be a weakling again. I wouldn’t let him make me one.

I opened my bag and brought out a huge bundle of money. Fresh notes. Plenty of them.

“I know you are craving money. It’s obvious from the way you dress.” I threw the money on his face with a big smirk. The whole class roared in shock. Some people even shouted.

I was waiting for him to bend down and pick up the money like a shameless man. But what I saw in his eyes was far scarier than anything I expected.

The last time I had felt this kind of fear was because of my mom… and when I had been molested in high school. This man just made me flinch for no reason.

“Send me out of your class,” I found myself whispering.

But he didn’t even raise a brow.

“No, I won’t,” he said calmly. “I told you… You are giving me younger sister energy. Spoilt brat energy. And you deserve to be treated the way little bullies are treated,” he snarled.

“I’m not little. I am twenty-one…” I tried to scream it loud, but the next words from him made me flinch again.

“Josephine Angel Maradona. Get on your fucking knees and place your book on your head until the class is over.”

“Winsley…” I whispered, my voice shaking a little.

“Professor Winsley Dampson. Say my full name,” he ordered, his voice hard.

As if I was hypnotized, my knees started going down on the cold floor. I lifted my books and placed them on my head.

The whole class gasped loudly.

But I found myself gasping too. My heart was beating so fast.

Andrena and Christiana ran forward and knelt beside me. They placed their own books on their heads too, copying me without saying a word.

The silence in the hall was so loud. Everyone was watching. Waiting to see what would happen next.

Professor Winsley just stood there, looking down at me with those dark eyes. He didn’t smile. He didn’t look angry anymore. He just looked… in control.

And for the first time, I felt something I had not felt in a very long time — real fear.

I scoffed as he raised his sleeve to take his files and I saw something on his wrist… a wing tattoo.

My eyes widened and I whispered, “Sugar…”

“Andrena, he is Sugar,” I whispered in a shaking voice, staring at the tattoo on his wrist.