Professor Husband

Surely I was seeing things. Was his cocky attitude haunting me now? I shook my head hard but it didn't erase the fact that Art Wilson was one of my professors? How on earth was he professor? He was only 28. His eyes lingered on me for a second longer before he continued his lecture. His words mumbled into gibberish as all I could scream in my head was no...no...no. I collected my things, and sprinted out of that class, not caring about the murmurs it stirred. I was probably deaf until I drove out of the campus. * I leaned my head against the steering wheel before drawing out a long sigh. I undid my seatbelt, and clicked my tongue, rummaging through my bag for my spare keys. Dawson lived in a condo downtown and I hated it whenever I had to come down here. I was mid way through inserting the key in the hole when the white door swung open. A strong hand wrapped around my wrist, forcefully yanking me inside. "Jesus Christ, Dawson..." I groaned, rubbing my affect

I blinked. And despite it all, I broke into laughter. "Yeah no, I'm not dealing with two control freaks in one day," I chuckled, raking my fingers through my hair. Art clicked the first aid kit shut and tossed it back in the glove box. He leaned back in the driver seat and looked at me with one eyebrow raised. "First of all, I'm freaked out by the fact that you fucking knew where my boyfriend lives," I started counting on my fingers, lifting them to his face, "and two, if we are indeed getting married after all, I will get to have a say." He nodded with a blank face, one hand dropping on the stirring wheel as he shrugged one shoulder. He turned to me with clear amusement on his face, “you’re out here yelling at me but not the one who put his hands on you?” he said with a small laugh. He chuckled and raised both hands in surrender. “Fine, do as you please, Red.” I unbuckled my seatbelt fast and pushed the door open, “whatever. I’m done.” I got out and slammed the

I stared at him from the passenger seat, “excuse me? Who decided that?” I snapped, raking my fingers through my hair and tugging hard at the ends. Art kept his eyes on the road, one hand loose on the wheel, “you only feel fine right now but the adrenaline is going to crash later. I don’t want you by yourself.” “Who told you I’ll be by myself? Stop the car right now.” I leaned forward and grabbed the door handle, yanking it even though it was locked. I snapped my head back to him, “I’m starting to get freaked out by you. You’re actually insane. Why are you following me around first of all?” I glared at him, brows furrowed tight. “I made sure you were alive, you’re welcome.” He said it so calm like it was nothing, glancing at me for half a second. “No. First of all you found out where my boyfriend lives.” I crossed my arms tight over my chest, leaning back against the seat and tapping my foot fast on the floor mat. He smirked a tiny bit but didn’t look away from

We pulled up to Art’s family house and I leaned forward in the seat, staring out the window. The place was a gated mansion, huge stone walls, perfectly trimmed hedges, and a long driveway lined with fancy cars that screamed money. Art parked and we walked inside together. The whole family was already there, sitting around a big round table in the dining room.My parents and his parents looked up, eyes wide like they couldn’t believe we actually showed up together. Dad smiled big, leaning back in his chair. Mom raised an eyebrow but kept her lips pressed tight. Art’s mom looked polished and sharp in her designer blouse, while his dad sat with that same cocky grin Art always seemed to have.A young girl who looked about seventeen jumped up from her seat and ran over. She hugged Art tight, squeezing him like she hadn’t seen him in years. The dads started talking right away. “We’ve been business partners for years,” Art’s dad said, slapping my dad on the shoulder. “Now our families a