Resisting the Mistress

I squeezed my eyes shut, and tears ran down my cheeks freely. The pain was excruciating; I wanted to shout, but I didn't want to make a scene. Sniffing into my hanky, I opened my eyes as I heard one of my colleagues, Marissa, whisper behind me. "Can't she stop acting like she's part of the Agrezor's family?" I wanted to turn myself to face her, but I stopped myself. Most of the employees of Hasse, parents, teachers, and students were present at the burial ceremony of the school's president, and putting myself in another scandal was like committing suicide. The staff of the memorial park opened the casket for the final public viewing. His family came near and cried in silence. I took my steps to see him for the last time, making the crowd start to murmur. "Daddy," I mumbled. "Don't worry. I won't leave my job whatever happens." I wiped my tears off my cheeks while looking at his lifeless body."You slept with my husband, yet you call him daddy? Don't you have any shame?" Mrs. Agrez

“Don’t you know how to knock before entering a room?” Glancing at the door, he furrowed his brows.“I’m sorry,” I said in almost a whisper. I turned my back to leave, but he clutched my arm, looking straight into my eyes.I quickly pulled my hand away as I felt a tremor of jitters run through my veins. His hand was warm on my skin, but his eyes were cold as ice.“Turning your back when someone is talking to you is plain rude.” He took a step back, giving me enough space. Was he aware of my agitation? “Your name?”I composed myself and gripped my skirt, trying not to run to the door.“I’m…” I trailed off and glanced at the folders on the floor before looking at him again. “Amity Escobar.”He turned his eyes to his desk before spinning himself around to face the floor-to-ceiling window.“The famous teacher,” he stated. “I was thinking of you, Ms. Escobar.”My hands started to get sweaty.“What you look like…and how beautiful you are to be the talk of the town,” he continued.Shifting my

“She’s here!” Luis gushed as I entered the classroom. After putting my laptop on the table, my eyes roved around to check if someone was absent. Their bright smiles warmed my heart like the feeling of the morning sun touching my soul. The sound of the door opening made their eyes turn to it. They showed different reactions to seeing the man who had set foot in their classroom. “He’s very handsome. Who is he?” Carla fixed her eyes on him, smiling as if she saw an angel. “Is he your boyfriend, ma’am?”I anticipated this to happen; some students would not recognize him. The new president was very private that there was no single picture of him on the Internet.“He’s not—““Good morning, seniors!” he greeted them in his normal yet appealing voice.“Good morning, sir!” they greeted back. I pursed my lips as his face remained impassive. “Oh, God! He’s hot!” I heard someone whisper from the first row on the right side.Silently praying that he did not hear her, I cleared my throat to di