Jennifer's POV “Dreams do come true, right?” Vera exclaimed as I explained to her how I was driven to school by Professor Sander. I also couldn't believe that I could ever be in the same car with him, but maybe the universe decided to bless me after being so unfair all this time.“I still don't believe it; you are making such good progress, and I bet within a month you will have gotten him to sleep with you,” she whispered in class, and I looked around the class to be sure that no one heard her.“Stop it, Vera. I don't think Professor Sander will do something like that. I think he's just being nice.” I said, but a smile etched my lips remembering our little banter in the car.I couldn't believe that Professor Sander was so sweet, even though he tried to keep a stoic demeanor, but from our interaction this morning before we got to the school, my perspective about him changed.“What's this feeling? Tell me you are backing out on our bet.” She asked in a hushed voice, as Professor Sande
Jennifer's POV I got home after a long day, and I wasn't surprised to find Professor Sander at home because he informed me that he would be late as he was going somewhere, so I changed into my short uniform and decided to clean his room upon his arrival.I walked into his room, and the aesthetic warmed my heart even though the theme was too cold. The room was painted in black, and the paintings on the wall were just as cold as the man that lived there, but I still loved it because it was Professor Sander’s room.“And this is Professor Sander's bed.” I blurted, running my hands through the bed, and I sat on it while his scent wafted into my nostril. I was so invested in his scents that I lay down on his bed, inhaling his scent hungrily. “God, he smells like heaven!” I moaned as I rolled on his bed, and I felt my pussy getting wet just by inhaling his scent.I rubbed my thighs against each other to ease my aching, and I hissed in frustration seeing that even his scent could get me so
Jennifer's POV “Jennifer! Jennifer!” I heard his anxious voice, and that was when I jolted out of my reverie. I looked around me, and I noticed that I was still lying on the floor, and in contrast to my imagination, I didn't make out with my professor, but instead his back was facing me, holding a bathrobe for me.“Are you okay? Take this first so you can look decent.” He said it, and I scoffed in disbelief.How could he be more worried about decency in this situation?“I don't think I need another robe; I'm already in one,” I blurted, swallowing my pain as I tried to get up, but I found it hard to stand up, and I knew I needed to ask for help.“Erm—Professor, I think I will need a little help here,” I said, and I heard him sigh heavily before he turned to face me. I watched him stare at me hungrily, and I could swear that I saw desires in his eyes, but they left as quickly as they were there, and I thought that I could be wrong.“I'm going to pick you up, so you have to hold on tig
Jennifer's POV The dining room fell silent after what Professor Sander said, and my throat was so parched that I found it hard to swallow my food. My grip on the cutlery hardened as I tried to digest the newly found information. If he has a wife, why haven't they found anything that belonged to his wife in the house, or could they be living separately? I bombarded myself with questions, and my mood turned sullen. I wasn't expecting a middle-aged man to be single, but not Lyon Sander; he could only belong to me. If the professor has a wife, could that mean I didn't have a chance? “And after our divorce, I haven't cooked for anyone except you,” he said, breaking the awkward silence, and I jumped up from my seat in excitement. “What? You are divorced?” I beamed, but I didn't know that I had splashed the milk I was holding on my shirt. “Yes, and I have never seen anyone so excited about that, and why did you spill milk on your shirt?” he said, and that was when I noticed the
Lyon's POV I tapped my feet anxiously as I gazed at my wristwatch at the same time. If there was something that I hated in my life, that would be tardy people. I never tolerated lateness, and I never tolerated tardy people. “But here I'm waiting for such an insolent person that has been keeping me sitting for 30 minutes!” I blurted, slapping my fists on the table. I contemplated ditching the meeting, but I remembered my grandfather's strong warning, and that made me sit still. I was on a blind date arranged by my grandfather, and even though I already told him that I was never getting married, he threatened me, and I had no choice but to agree. That was the reason he called me to the ancestral mansion the other time, and the person that I was threatening to meet has kept me waiting—the gut! I tapped my fingers gently on the table as I read the girl's information that I had asked my assistant to send, and I smiled. Her family isn't worthy to be in-laws with Sander. I kept scr
Jennifer's POV I was so angry, and that made me so productive. I cleaned the whole house, did the laundry, and also made some food, but my anger wasn't depleted, so my solution was to find more work, which led me to the wine cellar that I didn't know existed in the house.“He has so many collections of wines; I bet he enjoys it with his guest,” I said, and I had flashes of Professor Sander and a random lady chatting and enjoying a bottle of wine.“Gross!” I cringed as I cleaned the place.I never knew seducing the man would be so hard, and that frustrated me. I just wanted him to want me just as much as I wanted him, but it seems that wouldn't happen.“What if he decided to marry that woman!” I rasped, and my face distorted in anger. I decided to arrange the wines to pass time, so I climbed the ladder in the room to reach the top counter. I picked a wine, and I was intrigued by the writings on it.“That's one of my best collections.” I heard a voice behind me, and I panicked.“What t
Jennifer's POV I felt a bit shy when he took off my shirt, and seized up my breast hungrily after he took off my bra, but his next words boost my confidence.“You have them just in the right sizes.” He said as he cupped my perky breasts in his hand. My breath seized as his mouth grazed my nipples, and I moaned loudly as he started sucking on my nipples while he fondled the other one.I dug my nails in his back as he sucked my breasts, and I bit his earlobes gently trying to relieve the pleasure. My insides were wet hot, and my pussy was already soaking wet. I knew I wanted more as I felt his hard cock pressed tightly against my pussy.“I want you to fuck me,” I rasped trailed my hands to his pants zip while as I nibbled on his neck, but he stopped me abruptly.“What are you doing?” He asked in a hoarse voice, and I smiled. “What do you think?” I said getting hold of his hard cock through his brief, giving it a light stroke, but he stopped me.“No, this is wrong! We shouldn't be doing
Lyon's POV “What are you doing?” I blurted in shock as I looked at Jennifer, who was cladded in a red sexy lingerie showing off her perfect body, and I felt my cock jerked as she walked towards me.“I'm here to fulfill your deepest desire, Professor, because you are a little shy, and I know you want me just as much as I want you,” she said, getting closer to me as she ran her hands on my chest down to my torso.I felt the whole room hot as she took off my pants leaving me in my brief, and she kissed my hard cock through the brief. “What are you doing?” I asked as she glided my hard cock out of the brief, and I saw her eyes hungrily like it was some meat.“Giving you the best treatment,” she said, as I stroked my cock, and I shiver ran down my spine. “Don't do that!” I blurted, but I lost my senses as her mouth went down on my cock. “Mhmm!” I moaned loudly as she sucked on it, and I held her head as I pushed the whole length in her mouth. She sucked on it, that it didn't take long be
Jennifer's POV I looked as the man struggled to breathe, and I gasped as I stepped back in fear. I didn't know what to do, but the only thought that couldn't go through my mind was to call Mathew; he always has the perfect solution. I dialled his number, and he only picked up on the third ring, and I could hear women's voices in the background.“Save me!” I breathed into the phone, and he assured me that he would be there, and when he arrived, he looked around the room, but he wasn't looking at the gang boss fighting for his life, but the suitcase filled with money.“Is that money there?” Mathew asked, and I nodded my head, but I was shocked he was more concerned about the money than the person at the brink of death.“I doubt that's our problem. Is he dead?” I blurted, as I pointed to the man reaching out his hands to us for help, but Mathew slapped his hands off.“Did you not smell this, J?” He called, hugging me, and I wondered if I should be excited by the smell of blood. “I can s
Jennifer's POV A groan left my mouth as I stretched my body, but I felt my body stiff, and my eyes went open immediately only to find myself in an unfamiliar environment. The room was dimly lit with just a bed and a table. It looked more like a workshop than a room, so I wondered where it was.“Where am I?” I winced in pain as the events that happened in the alleyway before I lost my consciousness flooded my head, and I panicked remembering that I saw Matthew's face before I lost my consciousness. “That idiot kidnapped me!” I blurted in shock, wondering what he was thinking, but the intense pain I felt in my hand tied together made me panic, knowing I had to escape the room before Mathew came back. But how would I do that? I didn't even know where the bastard had brought me. Could it be a prank? I thought as I tried to take off the rope in my hands, but at that time the door to the room opened, revealing Mathew, who had just had his bath because his hair was damp.“You bastard! Why
Jennifer's POV “This is a disaster!” I screamed as I entered the bathroom of my new rented house, and I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw the bathroom flooded with water. I noticed that the leakage was from the apartment above mine, so I called the landlord, and she told me that the plumber would be there.“Ahh!” I screamed as I held the pot over my head, and I wondered when the plumber would be there. After a while of holding the pot over my head, the plumber came, and he repaired the leakage while cracking a dry joke.“So did you live alone?” He asked, looking around my shabby place, and I immediately got wary. I heard of single ladies getting attacked because they lived alone.“No, I'm not; my boyfriend will be home soon.” I blurted, showing the man the way out, and he didn't believe my words, but I didn't care.I thoroughly cleaned the place, and it looked a little habitable with that, but I made a mental note to get some wallpapers to cover the wall mold. I made a trip to the
Lyon's POV I had been in the hospital with Meredith since last night, even at the expense of losing Jennifer, but I wasn't staying with her because I cared. I knew what tricks she was playing, and I had already caught on to it.‘Such a pretender; how long would she pretend to be sleeping?’ I thought as I watched her flutter her eyelashes, which she had been doing a lot to check if I was still, while she pretended to be in a coma. Ok, I'm done! I heaved inwardly.“You can open your eyes now; I think that's enough drama!” I breathed, and I watched her eyes wide open immediately, and I yanked my hands away, cleaning, as I was disgusted by her touch.She had disappointed me over and over again, so there was no need to be polite to her.“What did you mean?” She asked in a fake groggy voice, and I chuckled. “I know you are one tricky woman, but who could think you can also get me tricked? Did you not say your brothers are disturbing? Why did I hear differently?” I asked, gazing intently at
Jennifer's POV I watched as he rushed to Meredith, who was writhing in pain on the floor, and I wanted to smack some sense into the woman, but I knew that wasn't the right time.“Urgh! Lyon, you are back,” she moaned in pain as she clung to Lyon's body, and my face got hot watching the scene in front of me. Lyon helped Meredith to a sofa in the living room, and I descended the stairs in a rush too.“What happened here, Jennifer?” he asked. Immediately his eyes landed on me, and I sighed, knowing I would have to explain because whoever saw Meredith roll down the floor would agree that I pushed her.“I didn't know—” I was saying, but Meredith cut me off. “Isn't it obvious, Lyon? She pushed me down on the floor after she asked me to leave the house.” She lied, and I gasped.That lying witch!“No, I didn't go there. Why are you doing this? Are you not the one that rolled down the stairs?” I trailed off because Meredith's cry interrupted me as she lied that she felt she might have a concu
Jennifer's POV The past week has been hell for me, and I wished school were in session, but we were currently on break, which led to me being at home while the professor was mainly at work. It should have been peaceful and full of cock—I mean fun, but that woman hasn't given me any breathing space after she moved in.What was supposed to be a day had turned to a week, and I knew she wasn't moving out soon. So that wouldn't work out for me.“Oh, you are here!” I heard a voice behind me, and I hissed in frustration, knowing she was back with some of her ridiculous requests. I was currently in the living room watching a fashion show, and I regretted not just staying in my room or even seeking Vera out, but she seems to be avoiding me these days.“Did you need anything, Ms Orlando?” I asked, with a smile as I turned to look at her, but my eyes twitched with shock when I saw her wearing one of Lyon's shirts, which stopped at her mid-thigh, and I wanted to yank it off her badly, but I rest
Lyon's POV “What! Meredith is in your house?” James screamed, and I glared at him so he could caution himself. My friend is really a blabbermouth. I didn't understand why I decided to tell him when I knew he would react this way.“Yes.” I grunted, and I watched him pace around. “We need to come up with a plan to dispose of her body,” he rambled, and I wondered what nonsense he was saying. “Dispose whose body?” I asked, and he raved towards me.“You don't have to be modest about it, as there is no one in your office who can bug this place, so tell me, where did you hide her body?” He said, and I looked at him in shock.“I'm not being modest; I still don't understand what you are blabbing about!” I roared, slamming my fist on the table in anger, and James looked taken aback.“Did you not say Meredith is in your house?” He asked, and I nodded. “Alive?” He added, and he gasped when I confirmed his words.“Wait! Did you mean to tell me your ex-wife is in your house? Unharmed? Not bruised
Vera's POV I had always believed I was a lady blessed with luck, but a lot of things had opened my eyes to things. I mean, what are the odds of bumping into Lyon Sanders' ex-wife in a restaurant after she only came back to the country after a long time?But I'm a lady of luck, and that would help me to snatch Lyon away from that orphan slut, who became prideful because she was now warming Lyon Sander's bed.“So do you say you have what I need to know?” The lady asked, exuding arrogance, and I scoffed inwardly.She looks snotty for someone that washed all her dirty linens in public years ago, but I swallowed up my displeasure. I would need her to push Jennifer out while I later send her out again.“Yes, before that, are you not curious about why I even want to tell you anything about her or who am I? I mean, I know you are Meredith Orlando, the ex-wife of Lyon Sander; don't you think you should know mine?” I asked, and I watched her exchange glances with her friend before they both bu
Meredith's POV I watched as Lyon's housekeeper swatted out of the kitchen, and my lips were shaky as I held in my anger because throwing my hands with her wouldn't look good for me if Lyon found out. I needed to be the graceful woman he knew so he would yearn for me back.Lyon was everything to me, but after years of marriage, I couldn't believe the man I could lay my life down for didn't care an ounce about me. Maybe he cared, but he definitely didn't love me as his woman. His interaction towards me was definitely respectful, but he never once saw me as his woman.I thought our divorce would be a wake-up call for him; I thought I was right since he had been single all these years, and it would only be a matter of time before he came to beg me to come back, but the video of him with that slut was a slap in my face.“And here I thought the video was photoshopped only to find out that the two were actually involved,” I said, and helped myself to a glass of wine, trying to come up with