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Chapter 105: Class
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My professor, my stalker Chapter 105: Class
We drift toward the criminology classroom like we always do—too loud, too alive for the grey, indifferent walls around us. The late afternoon air clings to our skin, heavy with the promise of rain, and Sam’s voice cuts through it like a siren.“Being sober. A big red flag,” he declares, as if he’s unveiling some profound, life-altering philosophy.“I can’t be sober at your party?” Delilah asks, her hands flying everywhere, bracelets clinking like tiny alarms. “What’s wrong with you?!”“It’s a party!” Sam shoots back, scandalized. “It’s kind of in the name!”“You have an alcohol problem.”He scoffs, dragging a hand through his hair. “Yeah. My problem is that I don’t drink enough of it. Especially at parties.”Despite myself, the corner of my mouth twitches. This—this chaos—is familiar. Safe, even. It hums between us like background noise I don’t have to think about.“We can take pills,” Tessa adds casually, like she’s suggesting we grab coffee instead.“See!” Sam points at her triumpha
My professor, my stalker Chapter 104: Morning
He snorts loudly, like he doesn't believe that for a second. “You can check my phone,” he says, strolling into the room casually, shrugging like it’s no big deal. “I check yours, after all.”I drop his phone onto the nightstand, my fingers lingering over it for a second too long. “That’s an invasion of privacy.”“Sometimes,” he says, pointedly, that familiar edge in his tone that reminds me he’s not joking. “You truly forget who you’re dealing with.”I cross my arms, giving him my best glare. “Well, it seems I have to keep reminding you that it’s not okay to have trackers on me. Or cameras. Or… apparently to check my phone.”He smirks, unbothered, and walks into the bathroom. “And I have to keep reminding you that it’s not going to stop.”He turns on the shower. The hiss of running water follows him. “How often do you check my phone?!” I yell into the bathroom, trying to mask the rising panic with anger.“Enough,” he answers lightly, teasing. The calm in his voice makes my chest tigh
My professor, my stalker Chapter 103: Deal
“No,” he says instantly.“One night,” I repeat, softer this time—but steadier.If I have to start small, I will. If I have to bargain, manipulate, push—I will do that too. Because this isn’t just about freedom.It’s about him. His boundaries. My life. “No,” he says again, his voice harder now. Colder. “That’s not happening. Ever.”I lift my head, meeting his gaze. His eyes are hooded, dark with something dangerous—desire tangled with control, with refusal, with something he’s fighting hard to keep buried.“Tristan,” I murmur, letting his name linger on my tongue like a temptation. “Just one night… And then I will take my panties off, play with myself right in front of you, and have an orgasm unlike any other you've seen so far..”I insert a finger into myself and bite my lip, deliberately, knowing exactly where his eyes will go. They follow, of course they do—dragged downward, caught, held.He's so hard. I can see the tip of his dick is wet.“And then…” I continue softly, my voice di
My professor, my stalker chapter 102: Chair
I move quickly, grabbing the zip ties from the desk I noticed earlier. I don’t question why he has them. That feels like a dangerous road to go down.I step behind him, guiding his hands together against the back of the chair before securing them tightly.He turns his head slightly, brow lifting. “Zip ties? Really?”“I have a feeling you’d get out of rope,” I reply, tightening them with a small tug.He lets out a low laugh. “You’d be right.”I pull them tight and smile, unable not to react to his laugh. I lean down put my lips by his ear. “Stay,” I order in a whisper. I see goosebumps rise on his neck. His body shudders. He exhales sharply. “Well… you tied me up,” he murmurs, his voice quieter now, edged with something unfamiliar. “I’m not going anywhere.”I pause.Is that… uncertainty? Nerves? Is he nervous?A flicker of something shifts inside me—something warm, sharp, almost victorious.“Good boy,” I whisper softly against his ear. “I’ll be right back.”I walk away slowly, lettin
My professor, my stalker Chapter 101: Story Time
He sighs, like he's frustrated with something, but follows me nonethenless. He appears beside me, his hand grabbing my arm like he can't help himself but take control. I let him.“How did your parents meet?” I ask, genuinely curious.He glances at me. “Do you want an honest answer?”“Always.” I give him a small smile.He considers it for a second. “My father saw my mother one day and forced her parents into marriage. She didn’t have a choice. She met him for the first time at the altar.”I blink. “That’s… brutal.”He shrugs, like it’s nothing. Like it’s normal.Maybe, to him, it is.“What’s he like with her?” I ask carefully. “Does he… watch her? Cameras? Trackers?”His gaze flicks to me. “Where do you think I learned all of this?”Right. We step into his room. “Do you think she’s happy?” I ask.That makes him pause.He closes the door behind us, then walks to the windows, pulling the curtains shut one by one. Darkness settles over the room, thick and enclosing.“I think so,” he sa
My professor, my stalker Chapter 100: Cards
The first thing Liam does when it’s his turn is down his entire cocktail in one go like water. Maddy follows, drinking half of hers, completely ignoring Tristan’s earlier warning. Her jaw is tight, her movements sharper now, reckless. Liam slams a five of spades onto the table. Maddy places a joker on top. Liam laughs, loud and careless, but Tristan doesn’t. His gaze lifts slowly, locking onto Maddy with something cold and assessing. She meets it, chin slightly raised, defiant. The air tightens between them, something unspoken stretching thin. “You’re going down, man,” Liam grins, oblivious. “Can’t wait to cash in that favour.” Tristan doesn’t respond. He simply draws a few card and places one down with controlled precision. I follow, placing a three of hearts on top, feeling Tristan’s arm tighten around me the moment I lean forward. His fingers slide along my waist when I settle back against him, slow, absent-minded—like he needs to remind himself I’m still there. Delilah pla
My professor, my stalker Chapter 6: Class
He’s talking to Nick when we enter the classroom.Several students are already seated, but nobody seems interested in their books. Every pair of eyes is fixed on the front of the room, where our new hot teacher stands behind his desk with his arms crossed.Mr. Madden.He doesn’t look up when we wal
My professor, my stalker Chapter 7: He's watching
He clicks on a button of his laptop and the grading rubric appears on the board.“You’ll start with the case summary,” Mr. Madden says. “The victims, the location and time frames of the murders, key characteristics of the offender’s behavior, and the known details about the social and economic envi
My professor, my stalker Chapter 2: Eyes
“Hey, pretty,” my sister says with an appraising smile as she tugs a strand of my long brown hair.“Hey,” I reply, stifling a yawn.The long nights are finally starting to catch up with me. It’s only a diner, but this place is known for staying open deep into the night. We get the late crowd. The a
My professor, my stalker Chapter 1: The stranger
I can’t prove that he’s watching me.But I can feel it.The sensation crawls along the back of my neck like a whisper I can’t quite hear, like a pair of eyes lingering just a second too long.The dark stranger in the corner of the diner has become a strangely permanent figure in my life. At first,
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