The Professor Wants Me and So Does My Bestfriend のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 211 - チャプター 220

SageThe first thing I noticed was the smell, like cheap perfume spilled over rot. It smelled really terrible, ugh! Then came the color. The room was pink. Not a soft, charming pink either, but loud, bubblegum pink, like someone had tried to make a brothel look like a dollhouse and failed spectacularly. I blinked against the cheap light fixture overhead, every flicker stabbing my skull.I was lying on a bed. My arms were heavy, my legs worse. My head… it wasn’t right. It felt like I’d been caught in a washing machine on spin cycle. My stomach twisted with every breath.“Ugh…” I groaned, raising a hand to my temple. I could barely sit up, and when I did, the whole room tilted like a carnival ride.My voice came out hoarse. “Where… the hell am I?”Footsteps. I hadn’t heard the door open, but I heard them now. Slow, deliberate steps on a hardwood floor. I looked up, blinking hard.A man stood in the doorway, silhouetted against the hall light. Tall. Broad-shouldered. His features were h

SageI stared at the message on my phone, my thumb hovering over the screen like it weighed a hundred pounds.“Tick tock. You have a few hours left.”A few hours left for what, exactly? To stay alive? To make a choice that would save Kaiden? Or to betray the only man who ever claimed to care about me?I didn’t know what to do. Should I tell the professor about it? Could I even trust him enough to confide in him now? I dropped the phone on the nightstand like it had burned me, leaned back into my, and tried to regulate my breathing. But it was impossible. I was jumpy, fidgeting, my fingers twitching, my knee bouncing. Every sound outside made my heart lurch. We had gone back to the professor’s place because he said he couldn’t bear to be apart from me when things weren’t normal.Of course, Amir was guarding the door while I stayed in. I was so jumpy and scared of being alone but I didn’t dare tell them that. I was determined to keep it to myself till I felt like I could trust them bu

RiverI woke up in the middle of the night with Sage’s body curled beside mine, his breath soft, barely audible. He looked peaceful but there were too many questions left unanswered, too many shadows crawling at the edges of the silence between us.And one of them had finally spoken.“Do you love me?”His voice still echoed in my ears. I hadn’t lied. But I hadn’t given him what he needed either. Maybe because I was too much of a coward, or maybe because love, real, messy love was never something I learned to express with words. I’d always been a man of control, of precision. My affection lived in the things I did, the risks I took, the people I protected. Not the things I said.I sat up, running a hand through my hair, sweat cold against my back. Something about that question wouldn’t let me rest. Something about the way he asked it—like he knew more than he was telling me.I knew I distracted him with the sex but it still wasn’t enough to end this nagging feeling.On instinct, I reac

RiverI pulled away from the kiss a minute later, staring into his eyes, and I faintly recalled the look on his face when he said he couldn’t trust me anymore.The feelings I’d experienced then were indescribable. All I could feel now was this heavy pain pressing against my chest but it was getting better.“I thought you didn’t trust me anymore,” I said breathlessly.Sage didn’t give me the chance to whine or dwell in unnecessary drama.“Stop talking.” He grabbed my shirt and yanked me forward, his mouth crashing against mine in a bruising kiss.I responded instinctively, parting my lips and taking his tongue into my mouth.A sharp pressure on my lower lip made me groan. I pulled away, tasting the familiar tang of iron.He’d bitten me. Hard enough to draw blood.“Take off your clothes,” he ordered, his voice low and commanding.I blinked, a little shocked by the sudden shift in his tone. My lips curved in amusement, was he trying to be dominant?Oh my poor, sweet Sage.What I hadn’t e

RiverThere was something cruel about how bright the morning was, how the sunlight filtered through the curtains like nothing in the world was falling apart. I stood in the silence of my living room, dressed in a clean shirt, eyes locked on the floor as I made the decision I’d been putting off. Today, I was going to the detective. I was going to give him the name.No more dancing around it. No more pretending that time was a luxury we could afford.Sage was still sleeping and after our night, I didn’t want to wake him. He needed the rest.I picked up my coat and slung it over my shoulder when my phone buzzed. Work.“Boss, we need you here. A client just walked in, says he wants to speak to you about a major construction deal. Wouldn’t talk to anyone else.”“Did you try getting him to see the best on the team?”“Yes sir, I did. But he said he would talk to you.”I clenched my jaw. “I’m on my way.”Damn timing.I arrived ten minutes later and everyone was just standing there. The clie