She Needed Saving

Jennifer's POV 

I was interviewed thoroughly, and I mostly passed all of the questions because I had little knowledge about housekeeping, but Professor Sander has proven to be difficult to please.

Could he be trying to make this difficult for me? I pondered, but shook my head.

“After careful examination, I'm sorry to inform you, Ms. Kendrick, that you didn't get the job,” he said, and I looked at him shocked.

“What! But I did well, and you haven't interviewed the rest, how are you so sure that I'm not good enough?” I was confused.

“I already know that you won't get the job immediately you stepped in.” He replied coldly, meeting my gaze, which was his first time ever since the beginning of the interview.

“Why? Why don't you want to give me the job?” I asked, tears welled up in my eyes, I couldn't believe the man, who I had been crushing on for so long, could do that to me.

Or did he know about my little crush on him?

“If it's about what me lik..” I was saying, but he caught me. “Because you are my student. A student of mine, won't be in the same house with me,” he blurted.

And I finally got it, he didn't want to have any rumors flying around about him, and he didn't mind that he would be depriving me of a job because of that.

“Oh, that reason? You are a very disciplined man, Professor Sander. You don't even care who you will hurt because of your ways. Thanks for your time today.” I said as I dragged my weight off the seat.

My heart felt heavy, and I didn't know why it hurt so much. Could it be that I wanted the job so much? Or was it because of the person that denied me the job?

“Wait!” He called out, and my eyes lit up thinking that he had a change of mind. “Yes.”

“I wouldn't be giving you a job, but if you are in a fix, and need money, tell me I will help.” He said with a tone of arrogance, and my mood dampened.

“No, thank you, I am not desperate.” I said through gritted teeth, and walked out of the room. Who does he think he is? Just because he's a professor, and earns a decent salary does that make it fine to bully people?

I thought I already got the job seeing a familiar face, and it turned out to be false, which means I lost the chance to earn such a big salary. What am I to do?

My phone blared up with a call, and I picked it seeing that the caller was Vera, she invited me to drink tonight, and since it was already evening I decided to go. I would party my sorrow away tonight, and strategize tomorrow.

“What! That's crazy! Why didn't you tell me that?” Vera screamed. After we met at the club, I explained my ordeal to her even though it wasn't the best place to have such conversation, and she was angry. I had to calm her down, explaining everything, even mentioning my job hunt to professor Sander’s mansion.

“That old snake! He said that!” Vera berated professor Sander, and I wasn't okay with it, but I didn't say a thing, so as not to anger Vera. “Yes, but I don't know if you can lend me..” I was saying, but she cut me off.

“Don't even worry about it, I will get it settled.” She said, and I hugged her tightly expressing my gratitude. She promised to give it to me, but I refused saying I will repay her when I get a job.

“So about professor Sander, you are done with him, right? Especially not after what he did today.” Vera asked over the loud club music, but I couldn't answer.

“I mean you have had a crush on him since freshman, maybe this is the time to let go. Date some boys, have wild nights, and party like crazy, you can't live your 20s again you know.” Vera advised, but it wasn't that simple.

Professor Sander, it's not just my crush, my feelings for him have developed through the years that I couldn't see myself with another man but him. Even though I knew we wouldn't be together due to our circumstances, I just couldn't give him up. Not even after what he did today, but I decided to agree to Vera’s word.

“You are right, let's forget about that jerk and party away!” I screamed, and Vera joined me as we started drinking shots after shots. Some guys came over to flirt, and I started rocking the blonde one of them, but he started advancing his touch, so I excused myself to the restroom.

When I got out of the restroom, the blonde guy was there with a creepy smile, and I knew I needed to escape him.

“Hey pretty.” He greeted, and I replied vaguely hurrying my steps back to the club. “Don't you find that place noisy?” He asked, and I stared at him weirdly.

I knew how guys like that acted, they tried to lured a girl in by acting innocent, but I wouldn't be fooled. It didn't looked half appealing as my hot professor, so I would passed.

“I can book a room for us, and let us have the best night together, but we just have to be quick, it'll get more expensive if it's overnight.” He muttered, but I got tired of playing games with him.

“Hmm, I will pass.” I said walking past him, but I was dragged back by him.

“You don't get to walk away from me,” he said, and I tried to wriggle out of his hold, but he slammed my body against the wall. “You stay with me tonight, and have me fuck you, slut!” He roared, as he pressed his body against mine, and I screamed, hoping that someone would hear my voice over the loud music, and saved me.

But would anyone like that showed up? Or I should just accepted my fate?