บททั้งหมดของ THE ALPHA'S ADDICTION: บทที่ 181 - บทที่ 190

Emma felt the tendrils of compulsion wrapping her all over. What can this be? She thought as she kept looking at the professor who gazed at her with those midnight black eyes of his, which now looked even more alluring and magnetic, the man as a whole actually. She discovered that she wanted to obey the professor with every fiber of her being, but also found out that she could snap out of this silly haze if she wanted to. She decided to try, to see what could happen, and what this thing might mean. "I told you nothing; I was just on a sick leave." She stated innocently, hiding a smirk as she saw the look of shock and unbelief that washed over the professor's face, but which disappeared as immediately as they had come. She reasoned out that he must be surprised that his charm or whatever he was doing, wasn't working out all. She almost gasped out in fear and fright, as she saw him stand up from his chair sharply. She watched with brows furrow

"I think table four wants to make an order. Go check it out." The lean, thin faced woman, wearing a knitted white woolen sweater on brown slacks with brown leather sandals, mentioned to Emma who was wiping off coffee stains from the first table in the café.   "Right on it." Emma said, with more excitement in her voice than necessary, which of course startled the woman. The older lady chuckled, shaking her head as she watched the boisterous redheaded teenager meander her way around the tables, humming a tune she didn't consider familiar in all her forty something years, while saying a few hellos to people, mostly the male folk who contested for her attention. She thought that the young college girl reminded her of her younger self. She was too full of life, and had been so happy when she had allowed her have the part time job back.   Emma scooted around the tables, careful enough to shift away from the fat man who had wanted to touch her hips

"You seem to have a knack for attracting undue attention."  Emma heard Professor Perkins say, as she opened her eyes to see that she had actually landed on his arms, and not on the floor. She sighed in relief, her eyelids closing of their own accord, not wanting to think or ponder on what would have happened if she had landed with that large force on the floor. She would have broken some bones surely.  She knew that the red-black haired girl had been behind the gust of wind that had lifted her up. Powerful! She thought, still shocked that she was stuck in between mysterious things that only happened in story books. She wondered what her sister would think of this. Well, Amelia for one, won't believe her, unless she came out with proofs. "Comfortable that much…?" She heard Professor Perkins say, and sighed again. The man was a pompous jerk. But she knew that she owed him some thanks. Opening her eyes, she bit her lips unconsciously, a bit nervous

When Emma passed by a group of teenagers playing football in a yard mechanically and the cloth store without holding her head in pain or hearing thoughts other than hers, she knew that her history professor had granted her second favor. He had kept up the hypnotism. And for that, she was highly relieved and grateful. He was quite considerate. She thought with a small smile fanning her lips. She shifted her gaze from the cloth store to her professor, whose eyes were straight ahead. She noticed that his face was strained and pale. She felt bad then, knowing that keeping up the hypnotism, dispensing his power that way, was draining him of his strength. She wondered if she should tell him to stop, but the memory of what had happened in the café zapped through her mind, and she shivered. She didn't want a repeat of that.  She would refuse to allow herself feel guilty until they reach the house. She trusted that Melvina, with her uncommon cooking skills, w

"We?" Emma muttered out aloud. It can only mean one thing. She thought. Derek and Maya could be back, or perhaps it was just Clem and Anthony. "Who was that? Family?" Professor Perkins asked, watching the lines that smeared her forehead whenever she was in deep thought. "No. A friend." She replied. "I see…" He said, wondering immediately if it was a male friend or female friend that was worrying over her. The probability that it might have been a male friend that had called to check on her caused a tightening in his guts. What the hell! He voiced out on his mind, not believing himself at the moment. He was going macho over a human girl. His twin would laugh the life out of him when he hears about this. "He was checking upon you?" He asked, unable to keep the suspension on the caller's gender; and so, he wisely posed it as a question, trying out the masculine pronoun of whi