Semua Bab The Professor Wants Me and So Does My Bestfriend: Bab 241 - Bab 250

Kaiden My head buzzed with everything we’d just uncovered: the kid who had taken Sage, the whispered deaths surrounding Desmond, and the growing sense that someone close, too close was at the root of it all. I poured a glass of water in the kitchen and downed it in one go. My throat was parched, and for once, I didn’t know if it was from the heat or the rage. I felt like something coiled was tightening inside me. Sage came out of the bathroom with a towel over his head, water dripping from his damp hair onto the floor. He looked at both of us—me by the kitchen island, Professor standing by the window, arms crossed, gaze locked on something far beyond the glass—and immediately tensed. He pulled the towel off his head and let it rest on his shoulders. “What’s going on?” Professor didn’t answer. Sage walked closer, eyes narrowing. “Don’t do that. Don’t keep me in the dark. I’m already in this, whatever this is. You don’t get to shut me out now.” I leaned against the counter,

RiverWhen he disappeared behind those doors, thats when the breath escaped me. I meant what I said, I would take care of him. He doesn't need to work when he had the both of us.It was about time I quit this school. It was difficult trying to keep it together here.The world saw me as composed person bit what they didn't know is that I was almost at the verge of loosing my mind going over the notes, the things that we have been through stuck in my memory like a bad cancer.“Professor River,” the assistant at the reception desk called, her tone clipped. “Dean Vasquez would like to see you. Immediately.”I raised an eyebrow. “Is that so?”She nodded, nervously glancing at my eyes but unable to meet them. I gave a polite smile—tight, and proceeded down the hallway.The dean's office door stood ajar. I knocked once before stepping in.Dean Vasquez, a formidable woman with silver-streaked hair and a jaw sharp enough to draw blood stood behind her desk, arms folded. She wore her authority

SageAdrian’s words made the whole room go still, I turned my head towards him just to see him knocking back his second glass of wine.“I wouldn’t mind joining your little trio sometime,” he said casually, eyes dancing across the table, lingering a little too long on Kaiden, then me. “You’re all so… magnetic.”It was a joke, maybe. Maybe not. He said it with a smirk that indicates that he was just joking around. I laughed, because what else was I supposed to do?But Kaiden didn’t.His jaw tensed. And then, without a word, he pushed his chair back, rising to his full height with that sharp-edged grace only he had when he was pissed but trying to play it cool.“Adrian doesn’t know his place,” he said simply, voice smooth as velvet and just as dangerous. His eyes flicked toward Professor, who remained still, watching him. Unreadable, like always.Then Kaiden turned and walked toward him.He didn’t hesitate or look around to see if anyone was watching him. He climbed into Professor’s lap

ProfessorI had barely locked my car when I saw the glint of Malik’s car pulling away. Sage stood by the door, tense, shoulders square like he was steeling himself. For what, I wasn’t sure yet.But I could feel it, something had changed in him. There was a heaviness there, stretched across his face like a thin sheet of doubt.“Who dropped you off?” I asked, voice quieter than intended, but firm. I needed to know. I hated the pit that opened in my stomach at the sight of someone else driving him home.He didn’t answer. Not right away. He looked at me instead, eyes searching mine as though waiting for something. Then his lips parted, slow, uncertain.“Is our relationship in danger?”The question stunned me into silence. I blinked.“Sage,” I said softly, “why would you think that?”He rubbed the back of his neck, gaze dropping to the floor. “The guy who dropped me off—he’s a student. Malik. He’s going to tutor me.”I nodded slowly. “Alright.”“He asked me if being with you isn’t against

KaidenIt had been a long-ass day.The kind that leaves your body sore, your throat dry, and your brain somewhere on autopilot. From the gym, I got ready for a shoot with Adrian’s help.Despite our argument that morning. He stepped up and continued his duties as my manager. It's safe to say that our differences had been chucked out the window. As soon as I walked out of the set and stepped into the cool evening air, there was only one thing I wanted.To see him.The professor’s company ’t far. Just a ten-minute walk from the studio we were using this week, close enough to justify the detour, but not close enough that I could pretend it was by accident. I shoved my hands into my coat pockets and headed toward him.When I stepped through the building's glass doors and into the lobby, I already felt lighter. Stupid, maybe, but that was the truth. There was something grounding about him. Even in the chaos of my life, he was stillness.I made it up to his office and knocked.“Come in,” hi