Chapter 16

Chapter 16

Kent's POV 

I rushed out of my office and to the bathroom. The image and feel of what had just happened was stuck in my mind. It didn't matter what I did, not closing my eyes tightly and not forcing it away. It remained there. 

A few minutes later, I stood in front of the mirror, my eyes shut tightly. 

“Fuck" i muttered to myself. 

Freya had just kissed me. It wasn't just that, her tongue snaked into my mouth quick enough to explore it. I poured water into my mouth, rinsing it quickly. The way she had held tightly onto me. It wasn't the pleasure I felt. 

What I hated the most was what happened immediately after I kissed her. The first image that had flashed in my mind was the kiss she and I had shared. The way her lips had fit mine perfectly, molding to it. 

I wanted her kiss desperately if only to wash Freya's kiss away. For a split second I wondered how it would look if I decided to find her. Would she want to meet me or would she run like she had that day?

There was a knock on the door then and I froze. I didn't say a word until it came again and this his voice, "Kent”

It was Mason. 

I rushed to the door and opened it. He looked at me, behind me and then back at me. "What-”

Before he could say anything else, I used his shirt to pull him inside before locking the door behind him. “Fuck, something just happened. I fucking regret it. Shit!" I nearly shouted, fresh panic shot through me again. 

His brows were drawn together in confusion, “I'm not omnipresent you know right? What the fuck happened?" 

I looked back at the door as if someone was there even if it didnt matter because it was soundproof. He didn't look away from me as he waited. “She kissed me" my head dropped. “Freya kisses me" I repeated myself. 

The room fell silent, both of us staring at each other from across the large space. He shook his head before answering, "Is that all?”

This time, the look of confusion travelled onto my own face. "What do you mean by that? What else should there be? Do you know how serious this actually is” my voice was a little shaky with panic. 

He sighed, pushing his hands through his arranged hair. "Kissing her isn't the end of the world, Kent. You weren't the one who kissed so why would you take the blame and who knows anyway?" 

He was right but not fully. “I'm not so sure about that. What if she tells her friends and she could lie for all I know?" I sighed, running a hand over my face. I wasn't telling him the real issue which was her not leaving my mind. 

Mason must have noticed because he stepped closer and asked, “But that isn't your only issue is it?" 

I looked at him, the urge to tell him everything was very strong but shook the idea away. “No, that 's all. What else would there be anyway?" I cleaned up again before walking to the door. "I'll be in class soon” the bell had just rung. 

He watched me leave with a look I couldn't read, “I'll see you after class" 

Before I got to my office, I found Freya walking back already. She stopped when she saw me, a smile on her face. "Professor Kent,” she said. 

I nodded, looking around to be sure that nobody was around to see the interaction, "Freya, I think it's time to get back to class and what happened, it can't happen again” my voice was hard, a warning. 

"But-”

I stopped her before she could go any further, "There are no buts, please head back to class now. Our engagement is strictly on paper and it can never be anything else” I walked back to my office before she could say anything else. 

About ten minutes later when I was sure Freya had left, I left my office to head into classes. That was when I saw her down the hallway again, the brown tresses of her hair followed behind her. Just as I opened my mouth to call out to her, she turned the corner and then she was gone. 

My feet were planted to the ground as the image played itself severally. There was something wrong, I could feel it but I didn't know what it was. Asides from the trick my family had played on me and the dilemma I found myself in, something told me there was more to come. 

Immediately I walked into class, she was the first person I saw. I didn't know if it was because she was in front of me just because her presence drew me but there she was. 

I stood in front of the class, tongue tied for the first time until someone spoke up. 

I cleared my throat, “I apologize for the suddenness of all of this" I gestured around me. “Your professor left for an emergency leave just this afternoon and I will be taking you on social cues and its effects on society for the next two weeks" I smiled, hoping it looked real. 

There was an echo of response but my eyes were still on her. The register was in front of me and I walked up to it, running down for her name. 

“I'm going to need a small assistant" I scanned the crowd as if I was really looking but my eyes fell on her easily, “You" I said, “What is your name?" 

Her eyes widened in surprise as she pointed at herself just to make sure. 

I nodded, “I'm not pointing at anyone else so?" 

She nodded, “I'm Daniella sir" 

“Daniella, you're going to help me during the course of these two weeks with whatever I ask” my mind flashed with the image of the sort of help I wanted her to assist me with. "Do you understand me?”

She looked away, "I do sir” her cheeks dark and rosy as if she had understood the underlying message. 

Class continued with me trying to teach while forcing my attention from her and dealing with a boner. The book spent a considerable amount of time in front of my crotch because I didn't want any attention coming to that. 

Once the bell rang, my eyes jumped from the board to her seat and I found it empty. I found her at the door next, in the middle of the other students as they rushed out of the room. Just before I called after her, I fell silent. I didn't want to bring any attention to both of us.