บททั้งหมดของ Her Feral Professor [ Your Professor Shouldn't Taste You]: บทที่ 161 - บทที่ 170

I stir awake to the persistent sound of my phone ringing. I didn't even know I left it on loudspeaker, my phone is usually on silent mode. My face is smudged across Zane's solid chest, his body is warm under the covers and I snuggle closer, he pulls me in too, obviously waking up due to the sound of the phone ringing. I wonder who could be calling me at this time. I am sure it is almost noon. It is Saturday, I have been here for five days and we have never gone to bed earlier than midnight or woken up before noon. It is a great routine, nothing feels better than sleeping in with your favourite person.Then Zane's phone starts ringing too. He reaches back for it, fumbling it in his half sleep as he drops it. It stops ringing at the same time that mine does, I am too interested in continuing my sleep to find it odd that anyone is calling me at this time. Or that Zane's phone too is being called at this time. It might not mean anything but in the five days we have spent together, it has

The first picture is of us in the lecture hall. Right on the podium, my back against the projector screen, and Zane leaning in. The position is incriminating on all counts, there is no justification for why a student and her lecturer should be standing that close or be in that position. It is not a very clear picture and it is obvious that it was taken from behind something, like a door on the far end of the huge lecture hall. But my face can be seen, and I look guilty. I have a blush on my face and the look in my eyes is of pure yearning, it would have been embarrassing under different circumstances. My God. The second picture is of me at his door. Hesitant and blushing as I pull it open. The third is of us at the party from five days ago. At the bar. Then outside, Zane behind me. With my lungs laboring for air as I scroll down, I see us, illuminated by the bright overhead lights, Zane is holding me from behind. Then in another less clear picture where it is obvious that we have gon

"I am sorry, Zane. We will put up a fight, but this scandal changes everything. I will be honest with you and put our chances at less than forty percent." Matt adds salt to my open wounds and it festers. My mouth goes dry. This is bad. The silence stretches. All my anger at Hilary and the world, everything seeps out of me in a cold sweat. Matt's matter of fact voice rings in my head over and over again, I might lose Luna. She is my sun. My life. My princess. I can't lose her. My God. All these would have been for nothing. I open my mouth to talk but a sharp knock at the door steals my attention. I curse low on my breath, it better not be a reporter at that door. Alex gets up, she pulls the cover off her face. She doesn't look like she had slept much. My heart wrenches at the terrified look in her eyes. This is what I have done to her. My God. I don't think I will ever be able to sleep with the guilt. "I will get back to you, Matt. But please, do work on that lawsuit against Hillary

"Mom..." I call her name, lost for words to say. Then as if in a slow motion picture, my mother raises her hand and slaps Zane across the face, the force of the hit jerks his head back so he turns to face me for a second, disbelief and pain in his eyes, I stare at him helplessly, my mouth open in a soundless cry of surprise. "You bastard! You fucking bastard! I am going to sue you to hell! I am going to fucking ruin your life. How dare you! How dare you!" She grabs him by the collar and starts hitting him on the chest, screaming curses at his face. I am frozen for a second, completely stunned by the outburst, Zane appears frozen too, he doesn't make a move to get out of her clutches, he just stands there, taking hit after hit, I rush to her side and pull back her hand that she has raised to hit him again. "Mom! Stop! You are hurting him! Stop! He didn't do anything wrong!" I yell, she strains against my weak hold, and gets free, I don't brace myself because I didn't know she was goi

"Daisy. What did she say?" I swallow, there is a lump lodged in my throat. Could this be why Zane didn't reply my message since yesterday?"It is bad." Maggie says simply, it is all she has to say because I can just tell. And it is. I read the scathing article with my heart in my throat. Daisy talks about the problems she had in her marriage with Zane. His infidelity with his past students. His neglect of her during their child's early years. How she walked in on us at his home. How she tried to warn me off him. She has somehow made the story into a case of her trying to look out for me and Zane not allowing it to happen. It makes me nauseous, how easy it is to twist the truth into something so ugly and untrue. I stop reading it multiple times to clutch my head in my hands. I am not prepared for the last bit where she talked about going to court for sole custody of their child because Zane has proved to be unfit to be a father. I start chewing my fingers. It is a bad habit I picked