My Professor Is My Husband

" Whoever gave you my card knows my business. Don't act coy and innocent around me on purpose!" He barked at me.I'm honestly taken aback. But my expression tells him more. He heaved back on his seat, wearing a disgruntled look. " I wouldn't bother to explain myself if I didn't want you there," he softened. " It's obvious you're clueless."My eyes roamed around, fighting off the guess in my mind. Moments later, he confirmed my thoughts. " Ethan handed me over to a pimp."I swallowed. This is not how I imagined my eighteenth birthday would turn out." It's nothing personal. Just a business. If you serve him well, I might actually add more money to the standard fee..."" How much?" I cut in, pushing my swirling thought to the back of my mind. It hurt, but college is my chance at a proper life. And it's not just for me alone. My only relative, my grandmother is in a nursing home. Without meeting up with her fees, she will be sent out.My body shudders every time I imagine her on the st

"So it's best you run and never look back.”My home training and every restraint within me elapse. “ it was you?"" I'm hurt you didn't recognize me," he spoke softly. His voice rang a dangerous note in my head, and between my legs." I understand it's the terms of the business," he glanced down at my boobs, lips tilted by the side. " I suggest you run along..."" What if I don't want to?" I blurted and slapped my mouth. I averted my gaze. Ethan is right in front of me on the driver's seat. I try to withdraw, but he pans my head back to him." Is that a yes to a second night," his breath brushed my face. I feel his restraints waning. His hands trembles. My chest rose and fell in sync with his. In a hot flash, he pressed a button, sealing us away from the driver. His lips smashed against mine. His fingers hurriedly tugged at my bra and flung it aside." Aaron," his name escaped my lips. He paused, right over me, with eyes searching mine in an enthralling way. I fell for those blue ey

I bit my lower lip, and paused. “ How many kids do you want?” I asked.He's a member of the wealthiest family in the country. He can't possibly want more than two.“ Do you think six will do?”“ Jesus Christ!” I took a deep breath. “ Not in vain, not in vain.”He smiled. “ I'm thinking we should have one tonight.”My mind flew over the roof of my head. I have totally forgotten. The honeymoon!“ Right now,” he mumbled over my ears, fingers edging towards my thigh.“ Ahh yes!” I clapped with a gush of inspiration. A perfect excuse. “ You haven't paid my dowry.”“ Oh! That's true.""Name your price.”I cleared my throat. “ Nine million dollars.”First digits that came to my mind.“ That's odd,” his forehead wrinkled. “ Your account details, please.”My smile disappeared. I wasn't expecting him to agree to that.“ I…uhmm…my adoptive parents should receive it,” I protested, buying time.His brows furrowed. “ They give you just a name and you practically want to part with such amount and gi

Ice cold, like frosting, he wears even eyes as he glanced around. Our eyes never met. He is clearly avoiding my gaze.I heard some of the girls at the back giggle. One of them adjusts her ravenhair and peach blouse. She gives her friends a look in search of approval. They nodded and she snapped her attention back to Aaron.Her neckline has been adjusted to show more of her cleavage. She's full, I must say. That's a glaring truth that slaps me in the face. “ He's not safe here,” I convinced myself, feeling the pressing need to scoot across the floor and sit in the front of this jezebel.“ Oh, by the way,” the registrar paused, and his eyes settled on the girl, “I should warn you all. He's married. And his wife? A resentful, begrudging tigress who will haunt you for the rest of her life if you so much as step an inch closer to her husband.”I heard her gulp. Loudly.I chortled a laugh, wheezing inwardly at the description. “ You!” I heard Aaron's voice slice the space, dead serious, ye

“ I need to sit,” I gestured playfully. He chuckled, releasing my hand. “ You look beautiful,” he beamed. “I would bet you a dollar, you don't need lipstick.”I feigned a smile, letting out a sigh. “ A trap it is.”I'm beginning to suspect that Aaron had him brought here to test me.“ So paranoid for a man of his type,” I gruffed internally, tearing my gaze away from my company.His good looks feels wasted just by trying to hit on me falsely.For the rest of the day, I tapped rhythmically on the floor, buying time by staying adrift. Every word kisses my ears in muffled hum and distorted noise, like a faulty stereo. I can't wait to get home. Maybe it's the first day syndrome, but this wait is excruciating.Every second spent away from the confines of my room feels like an eternity. I need the smooth sheets of the bedroom, the interior, dimly illuminated just the way Aaron likes it. His lingering scent in the bedroom, completely diffused, and one with the air in the room puts me to sl