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Chapter 95: Bikini
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My professor, my stalker Chapter 97: Visitors
“Harrison,” Charles says, and there’s no warmth in it. Only a thin layer of civility stretched over something colder. “What are you doing here?” “That’s Nick’s uncle,” Delilah murmurs under her breath, leaning just close enough for me to hear. “Charles’ brother. And those—” her eyes flick briefly past them “—are his five sons.” I look at the five men trailing behind. They all look similar to Nick, Tristan and Liam. And with startling realisation, I recognise Tom. Tom from the diner. Who wanted to take me out on a date. Tristan called him cousin. A cold thread winds its way through my chest. He was there last weekend, in the diner. Not even in my section. Watching anyway. He didn't approach me. As if he feels my eyes, Tom’s gaze shifts—and lands directly on me. Recognition sparks instantly. Slow. Intentional. A smirk pulls at his mouth, sharper than I remember. He dips his chin just slightly, then gives me a wink like we’re sharing a private joke. His eyes don’t stay on my face
My professor, my stalker Chapter 96: Pool
Tristan tosses the towels onto a lounger with careless precision. His hand finds the small of my back without hesitation, firm and guiding as he steers me toward the far end of the pool where the steps disappear beneath the water. I feel it. The eyes. Of everybody. They're all shocked that Tristan has a girl here, it seems. It prickles along my skin, made worse by the thin strips of fabric barely covering me. The bikini suddenly feels less like a choice and more like exposure. Still, I keep my chin up. If they’re going to stare, I’ll give them something to look at. The music hums through the space, low and rhythmic, vibrating faintly through the tiled floor and into my bones. Warm air clings to my skin, heavy with chlorine and something sweeter—perfume, maybe. Or expensive liquor. Tristan steps into the water first, barely reacting to the heat as it curls around his legs. He turns immediately, offering me his hand like it’s instinct, like it’s something ingrained too deeply to que
My professor, my stalker Chapter 95: Bikini
I wake to warm lips brushing against my back. Slow, sensual, as if he’s savoring every inch of skin he can reach. Fingers trail lightly, teasing over the curve of my shoulders and down the small of my back. My stomach presses into the mattress, my back exposed to the cool morning air, and a shiver runs through me. A groan slips from my lips, a half-protest, half-delight. The bed is impossibly soft. Sunlight streams through the curtains, painting golden patterns across the sheets. For a moment, I almost forget everything else—forget Tristan, forget yesterday. This bed, this moment, feels like the only place I want to be. The massage definitely helps. “Good morning,” Tristan whispers into my ear, his breath brushing my skin. “Or shall I say… good afternoon?” I roll my eyes and flip him off over my shoulder. “If you hadn’t woken me up so many times during the night, I probably would have woken up earlier.” He laughs, low and amused. “Nah. You always sleep in. And I would know.” “T
My professor, my stalker Chapter 94: Answer the question
He suddenly pulls back. Before I can even process it, he sits up, his movements sharp, decisive. The sound of his zipper cuts through the haze I’m drowning in. I blink up at him, dazed, breath uneven. “What are you doing?” My voice barely sounds like mine. My body is still trembling, still aching, still caught in the aftermath of everything he just dragged out of me. My hair is tangled around my face, sticking to my skin. My chest rises and falls too fast. Maybe it's a good thing I'm not wearing make-up. “I want you to say yes, little bird.” His shirt is gone in one fluid motion, discarded somewhere behind him. My gaze drags over him before I can stop it—inked skin, sharp lines, muscle and control and power in every inch of him. It hits me all over again. He’s overwhelming. He's a fucking god. “I want you to sing,” he adds, his voice lower now, rougher, as he finishes stripping away his pants. His hard dick comes into view. My breath stutters. I shouldn’t be looking. I ca
My professor, my stalker Chapter 93: Emotions
“Not anymore,” he murmurs, and for a split second—just a second—there’s something dangerously close to sincerity in his eyes. Then his hand closes around my waist, firm, unyielding, and he pulls me down onto the bed beside him. The mattress dips beneath us, and before I can even catch my breath, he’s over me—caging me in, his weight pressing me into the sheets, his face lowering toward mine. Trying to kiss me. I stop him. My palm hits his chest, pushing hard. “Don’t think so.” He pauses, hovering just inches away, his breath warm against my lips. One eyebrow lifts, amused, like I’ve just said something mildly entertaining instead of outright defying him. His hand doesn’t leave my waist. If anything, his grip tightens. “You kidnapped me,” I say, my voice sharper now, grounding myself in the reality of this. A low laugh escapes him. “I kidnapped you?” “You dragged me here against my will,” I snap. “What’s kidnapping in your dictionary?” He leans closer again, his mouth curving i
My professor, my stalker Chapter 92: Table
Liam shrugs, like the question means nothing. Like the weight of it—the consequence of it—doesn’t exist. He doesn’t answer. “Make sure it’s dealt with, son,” Charles says, his voice carrying easily across the table, heavy with expectation. “There will be no bastards born in this family.” The word lands wrong. Ugly. Final. My stomach twists. “She’s already five months preg—” “Make sure it’s dealt with, son,” Charles repeats, sharper now, each word bitten off between clenched teeth. “Or do I have to ask Tristan to take care of it?” Everybody looks at Tristan. A cold ripple runs down my spine, goosebumps rising along my skin. Something shifts in the air. My pulse stutters. What does that mean? What will Tristan take care of? And why Tristan? Across the table, Liam studies his brother, something unreadable flickering in his expression. There’s tension there. Frustration. Maybe even jealousy. Charles suddenly stands. The movement snaps the moment in half. Molly rises with him, he
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,
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
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