Semua Bab Forbidden Lessons : Bab 11 - Bab 20

12Sophia’s POV I couldn’t concentrate. I just couldn’t. And there was no way I could just leave in the middle of the class. I wasn’t even sure if he’d allow it.I raised my hand, wanting to run it through my hair in frustration but then I still had other classes and I didn’t want my hair to get messed up. I rubbed my face instead, thinking of all the things I could do. If I stayed in this class then there was a high chance that I was going to keep filing since I couldn’t even concentrate in his class.Fuck. This was so fucked up.What had promoted me to take the class in the first place? There was a high chance that if I hadn’t taken this class then he and I would never have crossed paths during my stay in this school.This stormy eyes landed on me and he locked gazes with me as he continued talking. I was forced to look away from him. I needed to stay away from him. I couldn’t continue taking this class when all I could think of was how good he felt I side of me and how much I want

Ian’s POV I couldn’t help the terrible scowl on my face as I left my office and went to the lecture hall. Teaching history was one of my favorite things since I had come to the human world. It was fun, and I loved the look on my students faces whenever I told them something they haven’t even expected to hear before. Plus it helped me remember all that had happened since I was born. A very very long time ago.But why was getting me annoyed was the fact that I had to see her again today. She had run away after I saw her in that club last week and I hadn’t even seen her since then. I still didn’t know her name. I didn’t know how I was supposed to get her name. Maybe I’d have to ask one of the students, or I have to ask her directly.Or I could just devise a smarter way of getting her name. I’d have to think about that later. I should probably think about all the amazing historic things that I was going to teach the students today. But I wasn’t particularly in high spirits today. I haven

17Ian’s POVI stared at Sophia Anderson’s tests scripts longer than I intended. It had been two good weeks after the last test and she has continued failing them. It was almost like she was failing on purpose but why would anyone with brains be failing on purpose when they knew that it would accept their grades badly and it could lead to them being withdrawn from the school? Sophia seemed smarter than that. She couldn’t possibly be failing on purpose. What gain did she have from that?I ran my hands through my hair in annoyance. I didn’t like the prospect of her failing her tests too much, like the way she was doing now.A sound emitted from my laptop and my gaze shifted to it. There was an incoming video call from Mike. I answered the call and went back to marking the scripts of the other students. I had set Sophia’s own aside.“No rude greeting or sarcasm? That’s new,” Mike said in an amused tone.“So you want me to be rude or sarcastic to you?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.“Not

19Sophia’s POV The way he grabbed me by the waist and slammed his lips on mine took me by surprise. I hadn’t been expecting it. I didn’t know what come over me and how I got so bold to talk to him about everything but I hadn’t been expecting him to hold me. To kiss me. I had been expecting him to push me away or deny ever knowing me or deny ever having anything to do with me.I expected him to say that he didn’t know me and that I should get out of his office. I just hadn’t expected him to touch me. To kiss me as he was doing now.I moaned and melted in his touch, my knees buckling a bit. He kiss my lips and then bit it, sucking in my lower lips before breaking the kiss and then kissing my neck, sucking on my skin.I moaned again, fisting his shirt. “We should be doing this,” I mumbled, yet I bent my neck for him, giving him better access to it.“Yes we shouldn’t,” he answered, but his hands were sliding under my skirt and pulling my panties down.“If we get caught,” I muttered, moa

21Sophia’s POVI stared at Ian in confusion as he turned his back on me while blood dripped from my wrist. I didn’t understand why he turned away from me the moment I cut myself. Could it be that he didn’t like the sight of blood?“Ian?” I called out, watching him intently. His whole body had gone rigid and he was grilling the edge of the table so hard that I feared he might get himself injured.“Why aren’t you talking?” I asked him quietly. “Stop holding the table that way, you could get yourself injured,” I added in worry but he was still rigid like he couldn’t even hear what I was saying at all.I sighed. Maybe he had a bad history with blood and seeing it triggered a memory he didn’t want to remember. I gulped and sighed. “I’m leaving now,” I added even though I was very sure that he couldn’t hear one word I was saying.I rubbed my face and turned away from him, grabbing the tissue box that was on the top of his freezer and removing one. I used pressed it to the wound as I left h