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Chapter 145: Sister
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My professor, my stalker Chapter 154: House
I drove with Tessa this morning, since I was still shit scared Tristan was going to chase me. “Fine,” I mutter. “I think we need to talk anyway.”“Yeah,” he says, tapping the top of my head affectionately. “Preferably while you're in his bed.” He flashes me a grin before nudging me toward the security checkpoint. “Come on. I've got my own bed appointment waiting.”“With the security guy?” I ask, giving up on the bloodstains on my skirt as we continue walking. The fabric is ruined anyway. “Normally you don't stick with one guy for more than a week. What's going on?”His grin widens until it nearly splits his face in two. “I think I have a boyfriend.”I stop just long enough to stare at him. “You're joking.”“Nope.” He slips his backpack onto the conveyor belt while one of the guards motions for me to step forward. I raise my arms automatically as the routine security check begins, but the moment the guard's hands slide down my sides and over my hips, I have to fight the urge to flinch
My professor, my stalker Chapter 153: Desk
Three sharp knocks on the door make me flinch.Tristan releases me instantly, the heat between us vanishing as reality crashes back in. He helps me to my feet without a word, smoothing my skirt back into place. My underwear settles where it belongs again, already soaking with cum.That's great. He zips himself back up fast and looks at the door like he's seriously contemplating shooting whoever is behind it. “What?!” he snaps.Talk about a complete turnaround in personality. “Everybody is done!” a hesitant voice calls from the other side. “People are wondering where you are!”“Fuck,” Tristan mutters under his breath as he steadies me. “Coming!”Before opening the door, he cups my face once more. His lips find mine in one last lingering kiss, brief but desperate, as though he can't quite bring himself to let go. Then he's gone, already slipping back into the composed, dangerous man everyone else knows.I trail after him, forcing myself to walk normally while hurriedly running my fin
My professor, my stalker Chapter 152: The truth
“I thought it was you,” he repeats, genuine pain flashing across his face. “Within seconds, I knew. I knew it wasn't you. I almost put a bullet in her brain.” He lets out a heavy breath, running a hand through his hair. “I kicked her out. She was naked when she left, and I'm pretty sure Liam took pictures of her walking out of my room.” His jaw clenches so tightly I can see the muscle jumping. “I almost killed him.”His eyes drift away from mine for a moment before returning. “But then Nick came back and told us what happened with you. Everything else just... disappeared. You were all that mattered after that.”“Why didn't you tell me?” I ask quietly. “Before we got back to your house? Before I saw?”A humorless laugh escapes him. “After you found out I murdered your mother?” he asks, raising an eyebrow. “How do you think that conversation would've gone?”I don't answer. “I shoved the entire situation to the back of my mind,” he continues. “You were with me. You were alive. You were
My professor, my stalker Chapter 151: Explanation
A slow smirk spreads across Wesley's face. It isn't friendly.“I've been here for nine months,” he says. He leans back in his chair, stretching his one arm as though he's discussing the weather instead of his imprisonment. “Did you know the maximum stay here is six days?”His fingers of his other hand tap lazily against the table. “I've spent nine months in this facility. Every day. Every night. No lawyer. No phone calls. No sunlight.” He tilts his head, a dangerous dark glossing over his eyes. “Nothing.”“Do you think that's unfair?” I ask.A scoff escapes him. For the first time since walking in, the mask slips. Only slightly. Only for a heartbeat. But I see it. The slip of control. The quiet rage.“I think everyone deserves a fair trial,” he says straight at me. He looks at me like he's testing me. I nod, seemingly agreeing with him. “Then why are you still here?” I ask.Like someone slammed a door shut, his expression changes. His smile returns. Wider this time. Crueler.“Because
My professor, my stalker Chapter 150: Questioning
The man folds up his paper and looks at us like everything is right in the world. “Guards will be stationed outside the rooms. Knock on the table if you want out. We’ll be watching, and we’ll make sure it doesn’t go too far.”Too far. What exactly do they consider too far?“Come with me.”He turns on his heel, whistling under his breath as if he’s leading us to afternoon tea instead of a hallway lined with violent offenders. The students nearest to him begin to follow, though the excitement that had buzzed through the room only minutes ago has completely dissolved. Fear has settled in its place, thick and unmistakable.As the crowd shuffles forward, Tristan’s hand closes around my arm once more. Firm. Possessive.I try to move with everyone else, but he pulls me back.“You don’t have to do this,” he says, the words almost a hiss against my ear.“I want to do this.” I yank my arm free before he can tighten his grip and hurry after Tessa.A frustrated sigh follows me. Within seconds T
My professor, my stalker Chapter 149: Offenders
“Girlies.”We walk into a quiet coffee corner and I turn to Sam's voice. He is leaning against one of the high tables, a coffee balanced lazily in his hand. His blond hair is a complete mess, his shirt is wrinkled, and his eyes are bloodshot enough to suggest he drank way too much last night. Tessa gives him a once-over before raising an eyebrow. “You look terrible.”He snorts. “I feel wonderful.” He lifts his coffee in a mock toast. “I spent all night talking to Raven’s man.”“I don’t want to hear about it,” I grumble, turning my attention to the coffee machine instead. I jab the espresso button with more force than necessary.“Oh, he’s so nice,” Sam continues, completely ignoring me as he looks at Tessa. “We were drinking all evening. And he laughed.” He shakes his head, almost in disbelief. “I’d never heard him laugh before. I totally get the horniness now.”Tessa’s expression remains perfectly flat. “What did you talk about?”Unlike Sam, she isn’t charmed. She knows exactly why I
My professor, my stalker Chapter 5: Attention
Tessa sighs, like this whole drama is the worst inconvenience in the world. “Fine. Dead. Buried. He doesn’t exist. He probably has a small dick anyway.”Delilah narrows her eyes at us, her gaze landing squarely on Sam. “That includes you.”Sam raises his hands in surrender. “The man is dead to me,”
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 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 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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