His Student Mistress

This is a work of Dark Romance and contains mature themes. Please, read this warning carefully.

This novel includes depictions of:

Sexual Violence/ Attempted Assault(Not between FL and ML)

Infidelity and Emotional Betrayal( Not between FL and ML)

Drug/ Substance Abuse

Explicit Sexual Situations 

Proceed with caution!

ZOEY

Zoey stared at the clock on the wall.

11: 30 pm.

She turned on her laptop, a huge smile plastered on her face. It was time for the video call with her boyfriend. She was all the way across the world, far from him and she hadn’t video called him in three days. Long-distance was so hard.

The call came in, and she accepted it swiftly.

“Hey, baby. I’ve missed you so much. There is so much to unpack.” She rubbed her palms together, eagerly as Clinton showed himself. He was shirtless.

“Yeah, what’s good?” Clinton asked, picking up a blunt and smoking some. Zoey’s brows creased in confusion. Firstly, he was shirtless, and then he was smoking. Clinton was a christian and he didn’t do stuff like that. They didn’t do stuff like that.

“Why are you smoking?” She asked, confused.

“Oh, I’m just tensed. It’s nothing.”

Something wasn’t right and Zoey could feel it in her gut.

She was about to ask him the details of his day when an undressed woman walked up to Clinton. Clutching her pearls, Zoey’s eyes popped wide open.

“Who’s the bitch you’re talking to, huh?” The woman asked, bending over so she could take a look at the screen.

“Oh, hi, Zoey.” The woman said, smiling before collecting the blunt from Clinton and smoking. 

Flabbergasted, Zoey shrieked out in shock. 

That was her best friend, Cassie.

Clinton took a couple of steps back and Zoey could see that he was naked too. Cassie went down on her knees and began to pump him while she stared at the screen.

Zoey tried to ask them what on God’s earth they were doing, but the words couldn’t break free from her mouth, and so she sat there, tears trickling down her cheeks.

“Aww, Zoey, don’t cry.” Cassie pointed, pumping Clinton’s cock harder and faster.

“What are you two doing?” She managed to ask.

“Zoey, don’t fucking sit there and act like I haven’t always wanted this. You have been so focused on school and the church that you have failed to realize that I am just a man, and just like every man, I need a woman. I begged you for so long to let me have you, but you kept telling me we should wait till marriage since it was against the bible.” Clinton groaned as Cassie jerked him off.

“I-I. Clinton, you told me you would wait for me.” Zoey cried out and Clinton laughed sinisterly.

“Wait my ass! How long can I wait? I am a man and my dick needs to get wet. I had to get it from somewhere else.” 

Zoey stared at her best friend and shook her head in shock.

“Cassie, how could you betray me and do something like this?” 

“Aww. Naive Zoey thought she and Clinton were going to wait until their big day before he claimed her. She thought he would wait for her to give him her virgin cunt, but Clinton couldn’t wait, and so he came to get the pussy from somewhere else.” Cassie pouted. 

By the time those words broke free from Cassie’s mouth, Zoey was full on sobbing.

As if Zoey wasn’t watching, Clinton pulled Cassie up, bent her over, ripped the latex from the packaging and sheathed himself before entering her in one full thrust. Cassie’s moans filled the air, and Zoey couldn’t take it anymore.

“Zoey, you’re no fun.” Thrust.

“Zoey, you’re so fucking boring that if my dick was hard and you kissed me, I’d go flaccid.” Thrust. 

Cassie laughed.

“Enjoy your master’s degree in England, Zoey. And make sure you save that virgin pussy for that lucky man.” Cassie moaned before Zoey angrily slammed her laptop shut.

No. 

She could not accept that.

She sat there, hoping and praying that she’d get a call back from Clinton. She hoped he’d apologize.

She picked up her phone and dropped it so many times, but she got nothing from him.

Remembering the assignment given to her by her professor, she  got up from bed and recorded the assignment he asked his students to record.

She stared at the clock.

11:50.

The deadline for submission was in nine minutes. She quickly edited the video. Whilst about to send it, a notification came in. Zoey sent the assignment before heading to bed. Whomever the notification came from could wait till she was mentally cleared to use her phone like a sane person.

Right now, she was broken beyond repair, and all she wanted to do was cry herself to sleep.

The boy she’d loved since she was eighteen had been sleeping with her best friend all this while.

                                                 …

“Who is Zoey Prince?” Professor Beaumont asked the next day as his class began. Zoey raised her hand in acknowledgment.

“See me in my office as soon as class is dismissed.” He said, curtly.

The class went by in a blur because Zoey was trying to come up with a list of reasons why Professor Beaumont would want to see her.

She walked briskly, following behind him as soon as class was over. Still, he got into the office before her and shut the door.

Nervous, Zoey knocked and she was asked to come in after about three knocks.

“Good afternoon, Professor Beaumont. You asked …”

“Did you understand the concept of the assignment I gave you ?” He interrupted her, asking.

“Umm, sorry?” Confused, she muttered.

“I ask you a simple question, Zoey Prince. Did you or did you not understand the concept of the assignment I gave you?” 

Nodding, Zoey said “I did.” 

“Now, in simple English, tell it back to me.” 

“Professor Beaumont, I think you have the wrong person. Maybe you should check the records again.” Zoey said because for the life of her, she could not figure out what was going on.

“Don’t let me repeat myself.” 

“You said each student should do a one minute video, talking about themselves and the different areas psychology has helped them and send it to you by email on or before the 21st of October by 11:59 pm.”

“That means you understood the assignment.”

Zoey nodded.

“Then why did you send me p**n?”

Zoe scoffed in disbelief and shock because what on God’s earth was Professor Beaumont talking about?

“Sorry?” Her brows furrowed.

Professor Beaumont powered his laptop and opened the email and played the video. 

Moans and sounds of bodies slapping filled Professor Beaumont’s office.

He turned the laptop screen in Zoey’s direction and she saw a video of Clinton fucking Cassie.

Her mouth popped wide open for a second before her hand covered it.

“Could you please shed more light on this?” He asked.