All Chapters of Her Professors : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Victor King entered the lecture hall, his suitcase in his left hand, his expensive Italian shoes clicking against the floor gaining the attention of every person in the hall. The noise in the hall quietened as everyone stared at him but he did not look at any one of them, walking down to his desk, he placed the suitcase on it before finally turning around. He leaned on the desk, rolling up his sleeves to his elbows exposing his tattoos and bulging muscles. Some of the ladies in the hall squealing at the sight. He looked at each and everyone of them, not saying a word. Until his golden brown eyes met with a mismatched ones. From the description his brother has mentioned, this is the girl that had him distracted. She looked so small in the sea of other students, her big glasses sitting on her button nose only made her look even more cute. Her black full hair fanned around her face like some sort of halo. 'She is so beautiful. And perfect.' he thought, now he see why his brothe

Kayla got to the bakery. This time she was the only one in, with the other girl that always insulted her. Her only companions, Alessandro and Lucas were not around. She quietly got into the kitchen and began to work. The day had a theme of fruit pastries so she planned to make Apple Turnovers, Berry Danish Pastries, Lemon Curd Tartlets, Strawberry Cream Cheese Croissants, and Banana Nutella Turnovers. It was a lot of work but she got into it. Kayla tied her apron tightly around her waist, rolled up her sleeves, and began setting out the ingredients she needed. The kitchen was quiet except for the faint hum of the refrigerator and the clinking of her utensils. It felt almost peaceful, even if she was dreading the inevitable snide remarks from her coworker. She started with the apple turnovers, peeling and chopping the apples into neat, even pieces. She worked methodically, letting the soothing routine of baking calm her nerves. As the cinnamon and sugar mixture coated the apples,

Kayla was busy baking in the kitchen. She was the only one alone in the kitchen, her favorite coworkers, Lucas and Alessandro were not around making her alone with Madeline, the one who always bullies her. Today's pastries were simple and easy to make so Kayla got to work immediately. Kayla concentrated on kneading the dough, her hands moving skillfully as she toiled in quiet. The inviting aroma of butter and vanilla permeated the air, fostering a cozy ambiance—an environment that was swiftly interrupted by Madeline's arrival. "For once, you're actually doing something correctly," Madeline mocked, resting against the counter with her arms folded. Kayla inwardly sighed but chose not to reply. She had realized long ago that interacting with Madeline only worsened the situation. Rather, she went on molding the dough, resolved to disregard her. Madeline, on the other hand, was not someone to be overlooked. She approached nearer, her pointed nails clicking on the counter. "It mu

Kayla paused at the doorway, her hand lingering on the shiny doorknob for a split second more than needed. She couldn’t understand why Victor had summoned her to his office, yet she was unable to dispel the sense of dread that lodged itself deep within her stomach. Had she committed a mistake? She searched her mind, but nothing surfaced. Drawing a deep breath, she finally knocked on the door. "Come in." a deep voice said behind the closed door. Kayla took another deep breath and opened the door. The large office was tastefully decorated, featuring floor-to-ceiling windows that let the late afternoon sunlight fill the space with a cozy ambiance. Nonetheless, the view that met her caused her to hesitate. All three brothers of King were present. Victor leaned against the desk, arms casually crossed, yet his gaze remained keen and steady. Alistair rested against the wall with relaxed assurance, his blue eyes observing her intently, while Elliott perched on the edge of the leather co

Madeline's eyes widened with fear at her situation and the dark look on the faces of the men in front of her. "Why am I here?" She asked whimpering. "Hurting someone that is dear to us." Alistair said, lighting a new cigarette. "I never hurt anyone, I don't know who you are talking about." She said, her voice filled with fear. "Kayla." Eliot said. Alistair exhaled a long stream of smoke, his eyes never leaving Madeline's trembling form. He leaned down to look right into her eyes. "Don't play dumb, she may not have told us all you did to her but the ones we saw. You are going to be very sorry." he said, his voice low and dangerous. "I didn't mean to." Madeline cried. Before she could finish, Victor backhanded her with a hard and brutal force. The sound of his hand meeting her cheek echoed through the room."Lies, if you are not here, you will see want to do the same thing over and over again." Elliot said. He stepped away from her to a table that contained lot of equipment, skimmi