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CHAPTER FIFTY ONE
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On My Professor's Desk CHAPTER SIXTY ONE
The kiss deepened, but not woth urgency.It was tentatively passionate, as if both of them were testing the reality of the moment, confirming that they were still standing in the same room, still bound to the same disastrous gravity that had pulled them together in the first place.William’s mouth was warm, familiar. His hand slid from Ava’s cheek to the back of her neck, fingers threading into her hair with a possessiveness that made her breath hitch. The moment she responded—softly at first, then with more certainty—something in him snapped.The restraint he’d been clinging to all evening dissolved.He pulled her closer, the space between them vanishing as if it had never existed. Ava’s hands found his chest instinctively, palms pressing against the steady rise and fall of his breathing. She could feel his heart beneath her fingers, fast and insistent, betraying the calm authority he’d tried so hard to maintain.“I don't know if I can trust you,” she whispered against his mouth, tho
On My Professor's Desk CHAPTER SIXTY
The door clicked shut behind William with a finality that made Ava’s chest tighten.The motel room felt smaller with him inside it—too quiet, too intimate, the hum of the old air conditioner the only thing breaking the silence. He didn’t move toward her immediately. Instead, he stood near the door, one hand still resting on the lock, as though bracing himself.“This ends tonight,” he repeated, his voice low, controlled.The words hung between them.William slowly shrugged out of his jacket and tossed it onto the chair. He loosened his tie further, the practiced motions of a man trying to regain authority over a situation that was slipping through his fingers.“Hope you didn't come here with expectations,” he said.Ava swallowed. “I didn’t come with expectations. I came with the truth.”That made him pause.He turned back to her slowly. “What truth?”Her hands began to tremble despite her resolve. She clasped them together in front of her, fingers digging into her palms as though ancho
On My Professor's Desk CHAPTER FIFTY NINE
Ava stood outside Dr. William Reid’s office longer than she meant to.The hallway was quiet that late afternoon. Classes were still in session, but this wing of the building had emptied out, leaving behind only the distant murmur of voices and the soft hum of the ventilation system.Her hand hovered near the door.For the first time since everything had begun, since secret glances and late-night calls and promises whispered in low voices, she wasn’t trembling.She was braced.Ava lifted her hand and knocked.Once.Twice.“Come in,” William’s voice called, clipped, controlled.She opened the door and stepped inside.William Reid looked up from his desk, and whatever mask he’d been wearing slipped for half a second before snapping firmly back into place. Surprise flickered first. Then irritation. Then something darker, anxiety he was trying desperately to bury.“Ava,” he said, already standing. “This isn’t appropriate.”She closed the door behind her carefully. “We need to talk.”His ja
On My Professor's Desk CHAPTER FIFTY EIGHT
William Reid sat alone in his office long after Louis had left.The ticking of the wall clock felt unnaturally loud, each second scraping against his nerves. His laptop screen had gone dark, forgotten. Papers lay scattered across his desk, but he saw none of them. His mind replayed the last moments of that conversation over and over again, each repetition tightening the knot in his chest.I want Ava in my bed tonight. Make that happen, professor.William pressed his palms flat against the desk and leaned forward, breathing slowly, deliberately. That demand wasn’t just blackmail, it was cruelty. Calculated. Personal.Louis wasn’t just after leverage anymore.He was after revenge.And William knew exactly why.Louis had loved Ava once. Had believed she belonged to him. Discovering her secret—their secret—had twisted something inside him, turned heartbreak into a weapon.William straightened abruptly and began pacing the room, his steps sharp, restless. Every angle he examined led to ano
On My Professor's Desk CHAPTER FIFTY SEVEN
The campus was already awake when William Reid arrived.Students clustered in small groups along the walkways, laughter drifting through the crisp morning air, backpacks slung over shoulders, coffee cups in hand. It was a familiar sight—one he had once found comforting. Orderly. Predictable. Controlled.Today, it felt like camouflage.William parked in his usual spot, stepped out of his car, and adjusted his tie with deliberate precision. He forced his shoulders back, his posture immaculate, his expression calm. To anyone watching, he was exactly what he had always been: Dr. William Reid, respected lecturer, model academic, a man who belonged here.Inside, however, his thoughts were sharp and singular.Control the situation.That was all that mattered now.He walked briskly toward the faculty building, nodding absently at a colleague who greeted him, returning a polite smile to a student who held the door open for him. Each interaction felt performative, as though he were playing a ro
On My Professor's Desk CHAPTER FIFTY SIX
William drove with no real awareness of the road beneath his tires.His hands were tight on the steering wheel, knuckles pale, jaw locked so hard his teeth ached. The city felt hollow at this hour—too quiet, too observant—as though every shadow hid a witness to the unraveling of his life.How did it get this far?The question gnawed at him, relentless.He replayed it all in his head, again and again, searching for the exact moment things tipped beyond his control. It hadn’t begun like this. It never did. It had begun subtly. Innocently, even.A gifted student. Bright. Vulnerable. Grateful for attention.He had convinced himself he was helping Ava. Guiding her. Mentoring her.But then feelings got involved, and she became attached.Things got messy, and Camille got involved.Camille—Camille had been the one who understood the rules of the game. She knew discretion. She knew how to compartmentalize. With her, there had been boundaries, even in the transgression.Or so he’d told himself.
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