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Chapter 36: Lucien's Virus
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Professor Lucien Chapter 37: Loud Cheers, Quiet Regret
Sofia's Pov “Titanic, Titanic, Titanic!” Our section roars, the chant pulsing through the air like a heartbeat. Banners wave, hands clap, the whole bleacher sways with energy.Our section is on fire."Go Titanic boys!" Mia yells again, punching the air. "Make us proud, pretty boy!""GO LEO! BREAK SOME RIBS—wait, not like that!" she adds, and I snort.Kiera eyes her from the corner of her mouth. "You break that chair and you’re paying for it."Mia flips her hair like a diva. "Relax. It's barely wobbling—OH!"The chair tips and Mia flails before catching her balance.“See? Fine.”Kiera just sighs. “This is why we can’t have nice things.”“You guys should cheer!” Mia huffs. “If this ends in a draw, they’ll go to penalties. Do you want to watch Elijah take a shot and miss?”Kiera shrugs. “I kind of do. He’s so dramatic. He’ll probably cry on the field and still look hot doing it.”My mouth opens. “He’s not that dramatic—”They both freeze.So do I.Damn it.Mia turns slowly. “Sofia.”Ki
Professor Lucien Chapter 36: Lucien's Virus
Sofia's Pov I slam the door behind me, chest heaving. Darkness wraps around me. When did it get this late? I fumble for my phone, heart thudding as the screen lights up. 7:03 PM. Shit. A wall of notifications floods the screen—missed calls from Mia, Kiera… even Grandma. Twelve in total. My stomach knots. I’m so screwed. I order a ride and just as I'm about to breathe, a notification pings. “Pick-up point set to estate entrance. Taxis are not allowed inside.” Of course. “Ugh, seriously?” I curse under my breath, shoving my phone into my bag. I start walking fast, the shadows stretching as I pass, cold air biting at my arms. Why does this night keep getting worse? I jog, the wind whipping across my face, stinging my eyes. My heart’s racing, my fingers won’t stop trembling. It takes over ten minutes—ten long, breathless minutes—before I finally round the corner and spot a taxi idling just past the gate. I slow down, walk past the estate entrance, and slide
Professor Lucien Chapter 35: The Punishment
Lucien's Pov She is bent over the textbook again, underlining something softly, her lips moving as she reads aloud to herself — almost like a whisper meant only for the page. She doesn’t even notice I haven’t said anything in a while. I rub the back of my neck. I’ve been watching too long. I push back my chair and stand. “I need a drink,” I mutter, already heading for the kitchen. “Water, please,” she calls, like we do this often. Like she belongs here. I open the fridge, grip the edge of the door. The cold bottle cools my palm, but my throat still feels dry. I twist open the bottle and take a swig. The cold rush helps. Sort of. Footsteps pad behind me. “Is that juice?” she asks, voice soft, curious. I turn halfway. She’s leaning on the doorframe now, eyes on the bottle. Barefoot. Comfortable. "It’s water. Let me get you one." I pull the freezer door open, the cool air washing over my skin as I reach in. Bottles clink. I grab one, condensation already slick across the s
Professor Lucien Chapter 34: Chapter Zero
Lucien's Pov My phone buzzes as I hit the third step. "Michael," I mutter, sliding over the green icon without slowing down. His voice comes in too bright. “Hey man! Just checking if you’ve started on the designs.” Of course he is. I pinch the bridge of my nose. “I’ll call you when I’m done.” I say flatly, ending the call before he can start rambling. I toss the phone onto the bed. By the time I reach the bathroom, my head’s already pounding. I shut my eyes under the spray, letting the water slam into me, hard and cold. Maybe it’ll knock some sense back in. Maybe it won’t. I yank off my shirt, the fabric dragging across my skin like a tease I didn’t ask for. My pants follow, and the friction—God—my body reacts before I can stop it. A groan slips out, uninvited. “Arrgh… Sofia.” Her name scrapes out of me before I can swallow it back. I squeeze my eyes shut, biting down hard on my lower lip. That’s her move—exactly how she does it. She gnaws on it until it turns pink and sw
Professor Lucien Chapter 33: Jealous? Me?
Sofia's Pov “Your fiancée.”I blink.Just that. Blink. Like that word didn’t just gut me like a blade in silk.I turn to the window.The trees blur past.My reflection stares back—lips parted like an idiot. Eyes wide like I didn’t already know men like him come wrapped in red flags and designer charm.He has a fiancée.And here I was — falling apart in dressing rooms, letting him pull the curtain closed like we were the only two people in the world.God.I press my palm to my chest, but the ache stays. Heavy. Sharp. Like guilt that doesn’t belong to me.So he has a fiancée… and still looked at me like that?Still bought me clothes, still watched me in mirrors, still leaned in like he wanted to kiss me stupid.What a jerk.A beautiful, controlled, maddening jerk.My throat burns, but I don’t let it show.I won’t give him the satisfaction.Not even a flinch.I cross my legs. “Sounds serious,” I say, voice too even — like I didn’t just feel something twist behind my ribs.He doesn’t ans
Professor Lucien Chapter 32: He Belonged to Someone First
Sofia Pov. Flashback “Mom, look at the dress Dad got me for my birthday!” I rush into her room, holding it out with both hands like it’s made of gold. She turns, mid-makeup, eyes narrowing. “Wait. Your father got you a dress? For what party?” I blink. “Mom, it’s my seventeenth birthday. You said I could throw a party this year.” “Oh, did I?” she says, too lightly. “That’s funny. I also remember telling you to go to Pilates. Maybe hit the gym once in a while. And for some reason… that didn’t happen either.” “Mom—” “Don’t interrupt me when I’m talking.” I clench the fabric. “Nobody cares about that. Just—look at this dress. It’s gorgeous.” She scoffs. “I pity the dress.” “Seriously?” “Don’t ‘Mom’ me, Sofia. Maybe if you’d joined the damn Pilates class like I told you, we’d have something to celebrate.” “Dad said he’d cover everything.” She sets her makeup brush down. Slowly. “Okay.” I barely register the shift in her voice before she crosses the room. “
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