All Chapters of The Professor Wants Me and So Does My Bestfriend: Chapter 271 - Chapter 280

SageI never really had friends.Not the kind that texted me just to say they missed me or invited me to brunch without an ulterior motive. I had classmates, lab partners, people I exchanged polite nods with in the hallway but no one whose name sat at the top of my contacts list with hearts beside it. Especially now that everyone was treating me like I had herpes. There were no nods or looks of acknowledgement from other students since the rumor. I told myself I was fine with that. That I didn’t need the extra attention. I had Kaiden and Professor, and that should’ve been enough. But some days… some days, these days especially, the silence felt like it had teeth.It was the week before finals. Luckily, the professor pulled some strings to get me a space in the university dorm since I was so distracted at home. Sure, it was nice to wake up to a home cooked meal and back rubs by my lovers but all those things were making me too relaxed.My desk was a battlefield of notes, highlighter

KaidenI didn’t trust it.Not the way Elias looked at Professor. Not the way he spoke, all soft-voiced and teary-eyed like a walking apology. Not the sudden storm of violence around him. Something didn’t add up.Still, I went along with it.Because Sage was missing. Because if Elias was a chess piece in all of this, then it was time someone paid attention to the board.“You really didn’t have to come,” Elias said as I stepped into the wrecked apartment. He stood in the middle of it all like he didn’t know what to do with his hands, the chaos swirling around him untouched.“I wanted to,” I lied smoothly. The truth was, I needed to look him in the eye. Needed to see what guilt looked like on someone who never seemed to sweat.He looked rough, with his hair unkempt, shirt inside out like he’d dressed in a panic. The glass coffee table was smashed in half, couch cushions gutted like someone had taken a knife to them.“I called the cleaner,” I said. “They’ll be here soon. I also got someon

Kaiden I woke up slowly, like my body was peeling itself out of molasses. My head throbbed like someone had used it for drum practice, and my tongue was dry against the roof of my mouth. The room was dim, and the light filtering through the blinds stung my eyes.I shifted, registering soft sheets beneath me. A bed. Not my bed and not my house either. That alone made my heart start to beat faster.I sprang up, my heart almost ripping itself out of my chest when I registered the strange environment I was in. I opened my mouth to scream got help when… I saw him.I felt my self relax as the familiar face filtered into my consciousness. My defenses hackled again when I realized I had left myself vulnerable. Raines sat in a chair next to the bed with his legs crossed and a glass of water in hand like he belonged there.Technically he did, I was the guest here. I was still in his house."You're awake," he said gently, I pushed myself up on my elbows. "What happened?""You passed out. Yo

River “Is this your grand plan?” I asked, “Kill both me and Sage? Clean it up nicely with your badge? Blame it on a scuffle gone wrong?” His smirk twisted, darkened. “That was the plan, yes,” he said without hesitation. “I’ve been trying to kill you for months, Professor. But no matter what I try, you always slip through like smoke. In fact, I was beginning to think that it was bad juju for you to be messing with me like this.” I said nothing and just stared. I was speechless, the shock from finding out he was behind everything was yet to wear off. It was like he was a different person who I was having a hard time differentiating right now. I always knew there was something off about him, I should have stuck with my gut or we wouldn't be in this situation right now. So I had nothing to say except stare hopelessly at the man who earned out trust so easily. He stepped forward, hands tucked behind his back like a schoolboy rehearsing a lie. “But not tonight. Tonight, you won’t esca

Kaiden I didn’t trust him. Detective Raines had saved my life. He’d fought beside the professor when I was kidnapped and protected me when I needed protection. He’d taken care of me, let me sleep in his house, and given me food when I couldn’t stay alone. Most people would call that kindness. But kindness doesn’t hide needles in locked drawers. Kindness doesn’t lie about missing time. Kindness doesn’t leave you feeling like a prisoner with invisible shackles. So no, I didn’t trust him. The moment he left for work that morning, I continued from where I stopped. His footsteps had barely faded from the stairwell before I was on my feet, heart hammering, pain flaring in my ribs as I limped toward his office. I’d searched this place before, but I hadn’t found anything. No drugs or vials. Not even a misplaced medical kit. But I wasn’t looking for just syringes anymore. I was looking for answers. Anything that could soothe the way I was feeling. The house was too neat. Too steril