Todos os capítulos de The Teacher's Obsession: Capítulo 151 - Capítulo 160

"Do you think we can keep doing this for another year?" I ask, lying down on the ultra-soft blanket in front of Jace, staring at the fire. His hands immediately entangle in my hair, massaging my scalp softly. I’m in one of Jace’s shirts, nothing else. He’s wearing sweatpants, also nothing else. "What do you mean?" he asks, his voice distant as his gaze remains fixed on the fire. "You being my teacher, and us pretending nothing’s going on. Ignoring each other at school," I clarify, trying to suppress a moan under his expert touch. “We’re doing it now. A year’s nothing,” Jace responds with a casual shrug. “Besides,” he adds, "your internship is next year, and you’ll be doing it at my company. That’s half a year where you’ll be with me—no prying eyes.” I snort. "There’s no way I’m doing my internship at your office." His head dips down, lips brushing my shoulder. "We’ll see." "No, we won’t. I’m not doing it," I reply, my tone soft but firm. "What if I promise you something you can’

"I have some bad news, princess," Jace says as he pulls on his shirt. "What?" I pause mid-movement, clutching my shirt to my chest. His eyes flicker down to my bra before he looks back up with a smirk. "We have to walk back up to the house." My face falls, and I glance up at the steep mountain we descended earlier. Of course, we have to climb back. My legs already feel like jelly. The hike back is absolute torture. From the moment we leave the lake, every step is an horrendous, excruciating reminder of my psychical unfitness. My legs burn, my heart races, and my pace is so slow that Jace sometimes sits on fallen trees, waiting for me to catch up, grinning like it’s nothing to him. Not a drop of sweat on him. It’s so unfair. By the time we finally make it to the top, the orange Lamborghini looks like a mirage of salvation. I can't walk anymore. Not even to have a shower. I collapse against a tree, sipping water while Jace packs our stuff into the car. It's dark now, the day fadin

"I have to tell you guys something," I sigh, exhaling slowly, a few days later. We’re all sitting outside beneath the sprawling branches of an old tree, my back pressed against the trunk. A fresh bandage wraps snugly around my waist—a reminder of recent events. Doctors have been in and out of Jace's house daily, checking up on Mason, Esme, and me. They finally cleared me, declaring I was fine, though not without protest. Jace and Mason practically yelled when I told them I was returning to school. Those two are best buddies again, much to my annoyance. Their overprotectiveness has reached new heights. They even drove me to school this morning, taking the entire car ride to lecture me on safety—who to call, what to watch out for, what to do in every conceivable situation. They didn’t notice the earbuds I’d discreetly popped in halfway through their sermon. My fingers trace the fabric of my blue dress absently. Mason and I haven’t been home yet. We’ve been staying at Jace’s house, w

"Why? She's the principal, and your employer. She could fire you or expel me. Don’t you think it’s best to keep this hidden as well as we can?" I demand, unease crackling through me. The thought of people finding out sends a shiver of fear down my spine. We need to be more careful—this could ruin everything. "We don’t know what she’ll say. You’re presuming things," Jace replies, arching an eyebrow at me. "I’m presuming things because we’re teacher and student. We’re not allowed to be together. How is this not making sense to you?" My voice edges into a snap, frustration bubbling over. My life could be over. What if she goes to the police? What if she notifies the parents of all the students? Mason cuts in before Jace can respond. "She should know, Li. She has a right to. It’s better if she hears it from us before any gossip gets to her. If she knows, she can control the narrative." I look between them, incredulous. Mason and Jace—united in their stubbornness. Of course. "Fine,"

"The house is still being cleaned. And Humphrey is still at the vet," I finally say, my voice low. The girls remain quiet. I glance at Esme. She’s staring at her full cup of tea, which Hannah has just refilled. She takes a shaky breath before looking up, her voice trembling as she begins. "He came the evening after you left." My throat goes dry, and I swallow heavily. "We had the garden door open. It was warm, and Mason kept going outside to smoke every fifteen minutes," she says, a faint, bittersweet smile tugging at her lips. She glances at me, a slight twinkle of humour appearing. "He was worried and angry, you see." I bite my lip, guilt weighing heavy in my chest. Esme’s expression darkens as she continues. "Mitch just walked into the house—like he owned it. He appeared in the living room, holding a machete, and asked for you, Nora." My stomach churns, a sickening knot forming inside me. "Mason lost it. He started pushing him out, yelling at him to leave, but Mitch..." He