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8: Our own contract
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2026-05-25 22:57:32
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Professor Husband 8: Our own contract
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
Professor Husband 7: You like what you see
“You like what you see?” His voice snapped me right out of my thoughts. I flinched hard and looked straight at his face, then turned away fast. My cheeks burned hot. He had one brow raised at his own comment, calm like this was completely normal.“What the hell is wrong with you?” I snapped, spinning back around. “Why are you in my freaking room? Is that why you brought me here?” I moved closer to him, frowning deep and jabbing my finger hard into his chest. “So you could sleep with me? So you could have your way with me? Let me tell you, I’m really good with self-defense so don’t even try anything stupid.”He didn’t move or cover himself. He just looked at me, “please. I’d rather jerk off every single night for the rest of my life than sleep with you.”His words hit me hard. I felt this sharp sting in my chest and my stomach dropped. I furrowed my brows, hurt rushing through me.“Why not?” I asked, my voice higher than I wanted. “Why wouldn’t you sleep with me? Am I not attractive
Professor Husband 6: Is it big or not
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
Professor Husband 5: The Sleepover
So I was definitely sober now. What the actual...fuck? My hands immediately flew up in surrender. “Don’t move,” the man’s voice shook behind me and the cold metal pressed harder into my back. My whole body locked up. “You've got it, I'm not moving,” I said, trying to move my eyes without moving anything else. Of course, just when I thought I'd had it all happen to me. What do you want from me?” “J...just give me your money,” he stuttered, “your purse, now.” "You can have the fucking purse," I attempted to toss the purse at him but paused, he was unpredictable and I didn't know what he would do with sudden movements. "All my bank cards are in there man, just take it and leave." "Don't fucking move!" He snapped. "I'm literally as frozen as ice." He sounded young and nervous, the gun kept shaking against my back. That was his mistake. I took one slow breath, then suddenly twisted hard on my heel. “What the fuck-” he started to say. I grabbed his wrist with
Professor Husband 4: Things did get Interesting
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
Professor Husband 3: Wedding Bells
At first I didn't process his words but then I saw him walking away. "Wait, what?" I trailed after him. I couldn't catch up because his legs were trailing down those steps at the speed of light. By the time I got outside, all I heard was the zooming off of his Range Rover "Shit, shit!" I groaned, fumbling for my car keys. I pulled out of there at full speed, trailing after him. Why the fuck did he even care? I was sure be didn't know where Dawson lived... Right? Wrong! Every corner, every traffic light, this man was getting it all accurately. "What the actual fuck?!" I honked my horn on repeat, trying to beat the cars that tried to come between us, none of that got him to stop. I knew people were staring at the hot chase in the middle of Manhattan but I couldn't care less. When he turned onto Dawson’s street I felt sick. He parked right in front of the building. I slammed my brakes and jumped out. "What are you doing right now?" I held his wrist but it did no
Professor Husband 2: Death Threat
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
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