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EIGHT: TRISTAN’S POV (A bit strict)

Author: Still Iv
last update Last Updated: 2025-03-31 23:42:39

I stood at the front of the classroom filled with students, lecturing on ancient civilizations.

It was officially my second week at Heldon and in that time I had made my mark as the handsome, no nonsense professor.

Mathew’s warning was still fresh in my head. Be careful with the students, especially the girls.

I needed to make sure that I was nice enough to be fairly approachable but strict enough to pass across the message that I did not play like that.

“Ancient Indus Valley civilization dated from around 3300 to 1300 BCE, developed advanced urban planning with sophisticated drainage systems,” I said with my usual loud voice, “The creation of intricate jewelry and an undeciphered writing system unique only to them. This writing style consisted of over 400 symbols with meanings still unknown till date”

My eyes scanned the room and landed on Alex and his soft, perfect features.

I quickly looked away and continued my lecture but at this point I was consistently stealing glances at him.

I wondered if he could sense it. Did I make him nervous too?

I internally scolded myself. Instead of being fixated on Alex like this, I needed to make sure that our secret remained what it was.

Nothing but a secret.

I was still battling with my thoughts when a latecomer burst through the door, disrupting the class.

The blonde girl with short hair looked like she had been running for a while. All eyes turned to her direction.

“I am so sorry, Mr Walker,” she began.

“Professor, Walker to you Miss”

“Um… uh… yeah, of course. Sorry, Professor. I didn’t realize that I was late and….”

“Do you realize that you’re late now?” I asked.

“Yes, Professor. It won’t happen again” She promised.

“Good,” I said with a smile on my face, “And to make sure that it doesn’t, you may leave my class”

The girl was shocked. The whole class was shocked. I doubt that they had ever seen a classmate kicked out before.

Not surprising as nobody would want to do that to the child of multi millionaires, some of them even billionaires.

“But I said that I was sorry and it wouldn’t happen again”

“And I asked you to leave my class so you can figure out ways to make sure this doesn’t happen again”

The girl glared at me for a moment, rolled her eyes and stormed out of the class. A murmur began to rise and I had to call everyone to order.

“I understand that most of you are not used to me yet so I’ll say this and say it once,” I began, “You will NOT be late to my class and I will not tolerate any silly behavior moving forward. As much as you might see me as an asshole, I genuinely don’t care”

I looked at their faces, pausing so the weight of my words could properly sink in.

“I’d like to think that everyone understands me”

I said. There were some mumbles of understanding and that was when I noticed the boy that usually sits next to Alex saying something.

“You” I pointed at him.

“Me?“ He asked pointing to himself.

“Yes,” I replied, “Is there something that you would like to share with the class?” I asked.

“Um, no, Professor” He replied.

In that brief moment, my eyes met that of Alex but he immediately looked away.

“What’s your name?” I asked.

“Nico Hernandez, Professor” he replied.

What was his relationship with Alex? Was he a friend? Something more? I tossed the thought away.

“Mr Nico, I would much rather prefer that you didn’t interrupt me while I speak”

“It won’t happen again, Professor”

“Good”

I continued with the class and after forty minutes more they were all free to go. I watched as all of them make their way out but my eyes were planted on Alex.

He chatted away with Nico and I felt an odd feeling in my chest when I watched Nico place his hand around his shoulders.

I took a deep breath and prepared to leave for my house. This was no time to be jealous.

Glad that I had no other unfinished business to attend to I made my way to my car, a 2023 G wagon and began my drive home. A few female students did attempt to flirt but I was the farthest from interested.

The drive home was somewhat long as I found myself stuck in a thirty minute traffic jam. I put on some music to distract me from the thoughts of Alex.

How was he living rent free in my head?

I arrived home to my only house staff, Miss Baxter waiting for me. She was a fifty year old woman who had been working for me since my divorce three years ago.

She had a maternal way about her and always made a fuss when she felt I was not doing okay. It reminded me of my late aunt Mabel, the woman who raised me in the absence of my parents.

I did find it funny that she preferred me addressing her by her first name; Marilyn.

“Welcome home, Mr Walker” she greeted and began to help me take off my coat.

“Hello, Marilyn”

“Did you have a good day at work today, Mr Walker?” She asked and I nodded.

“I did.”

“So, I take it that you’re enjoying your stay at Heldon?”

“It does have a good work environment”

“I’m happy to hear that, Sir. You should go take a shower and come have your dinner”

“I don’t know if I really have an appetite”

“I will hear no such thing Mr Walker. Now, go on. Go have a bath and then come downstairs and eat something”

I laughed. It was hard for me to refuse Marilyn.

“Fine. I’ll take a shower and come eat but only if you’ll be joining me”

She smiled. “Of course I’ll be joining you”

I nodded and went upstairs. I lived in a three bedroom house with Marilyn. It was not as large as my old house that I shared with my ex wife but it was still a good looking place.

My clothes were pulled off as soon as I got into my bedroom. It felt good to have the cold air from the air conditioner blow against my bare skin.

I walked into the shower and turned on the hot water. I let it wash over my body as thoughts of Alex returned.

I thought of his face, his voice, his body. I held my hard cock in my hands and began to stroke lightly as I envisioned him on his knees with his mouth open and ready for me.

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