ログインZOEY Was this the eternity they were thought about in church? Every pain is supposed to end here on earth. Why did her head hurt like crazy when she passed through the gates of paradise? Paradise? Damnation, better yet because in her last days, she had committed the atrocious sin of fornication with her professor. The creator would not welcome her with open arms. Her eyes blinked open, and she looked around. Was hell a place on earth? Because why did hell look so familiar with the place she was coming from. Zoey sat up straight, her head five seconds from splitting open because of the pounding headache she was feeling. She could not even hold the head up properly, she had to use her right hand for support. Looking around, it dawned on her that she was in fact not dead. Rather, this was a continuation from where it all stopped yesterday. And then the memories began to play in her head. From when Celeste was pissed about her ordering from Angelos, to when he slapped her and
ZOEY She went home feeling victorious. On top of the world. It was nice seeing his reaction to getting a taste of his own medicine. The tables had turned fully in her favour, and she was loving every bit of this. On the train back home, she was conflicted, going to her blocked contacts, her thumb hovering over the unblock button for so long. She was actually thinking about it. Yes, he’d sent her ten thousand pounds, and that was a lot of money. Still, it literally wouldn’t cut it. He insulted her cognitive abilities just because she was begging him to fuck her. Deciding that what he did was too much, she shook her head ‘no’, and decided that today was not the day to unblock him. Would the day ever come? She wasn’t sure. She got off the train, and branched at the regular restaurant she ordered that takeout she had come to love, trying to arrange the order of things she would do as soon as she got back to the apartment. Once back, she took a shower, headed to the kitchen and
ZOEY As discomforting as it was, Zoey slept in one of the lecture halls that night, all sorts of bugs and insects feasting on her skin in the process. Also, due to the fact that she didn't have a jacket, she shivered occasionally. She almost broke her vow and walked back into his office. As early as 6:00 AM, she was up, taking the train back home because she looked a mess. No one should see her in this state. The plan was simple. Once home, she would strip in the living room, go to pee, take a very long shower and nap for a long time since she could barely sleep in school. Opening the front door, and almost letting go of the top part of her dress that she was holding, Zoey got the shock of her life. Thank heavens she decided to wait before stripping. "Oh, Zoey. I thought you had like a sleepover at a friend's place or something. I wasn't expecting you to be back so early." Maya told her, her mouth full with a piece of cake. Confused, Zoey's gaze moved from Celeste to
ZOEY She could not count the number of times she had licked her lips from merely watching him stroke himself in that relaxed manner. She could do this all day—stand there, and watch him touch himself because this was the sexiest thing she had ever seen. When his cock pulsed in his hand, she swallowed, not sure how to feel because fuck! The man was big. Simon looked up at her again, giving it one last stroke, beads of sweat falling down his forehead as he reached for his wallet on the table. Unzipping the wallet, he retrieved a condom. The hand that was stroking his dick returned to wrap itself around the shaft while he used his teeth and the other free hand to tear open the condom, rolling it on smoothly. "I don't like to play games, Zoey, but one thing I hate is to get led on when she doesn't really mean it. I'm just a mere mortal, and there's a level to which I can hold my restraint. I'm going to ask you one last time. Do you truly want this?" He asked, gently, and as
ZOEY Zoey needed this like the air she breath. All the while Daniel was being a gentleman to her, holding her dress, and kissing her cheek, she could not feel the spark. All it took was for her professor to kiss her like she was his lifeline for her to feel something. As Professor Beaumont kissed her, she felt a tingling sensation in her core. The flood began, and he had damn near knocked out the breathe completely from her lungs. It was one hell of a makeout session. An explosive exchange of tongue and saliva. When Zoey felt like her lips were swollen, she stepped back, searching his eyes before grabbing the collar of his shirt. "Do not think for any reason that because I'm letting you take me like this, I've forgiven you." "Yeah?" "You're still the most hated man on my list. Just so you know, you could fuck me like crazy right now, go outside, and get run over by a car, and I wouldn't feel shit for you." "Shut up." He muttered before picking her uo again. "You
ZOEY Zoey nodded, deceiving Dr. Emerson that she had heard what he said. What the man did not know was that she would rather die than walk into Professor Beaumont's office for anything. It may have seemed as though she was bluffing when she made that statement, but she meant everything she said. Yes, she was in dire need of help since her phone had run out of battery, and there was no way she could get a charger, but she would never walk into his office to ask for help—there were probably a million chargers lying around. Given her circumstances—she was fucked. Zoey decided that instead of crashing out for the umpteenth time, and cussing out the universe for being such a dick to her, she would go for a walk to clear her head. Who knew? Maybe on that walk, she would run into a Good Samaritan that would help her, and make her forget all of the shit that had happened today. Walking out of the departmental building, the fresh wave of air that hit Zoey's skin gave her the all cl







