All Chapters of Her Professors : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Kayla stirred awake, stretching her arms above her head as she blinked against the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. A small frown tugged at her lips when she realized the bed beside her was empty, the warmth of her lovers long gone. She sighed, rolling out of bed and heading to the bathroom to freshen up. The lingering scent of their shared night, a mix of their individual colognes and the subtle musk of intimacy, still hung in the air, a phantom caress that made her smile despite the empty bed. The warm shower soothed her sleep-fogged mind, the water cascading over her skin like a gentle massage. She lingered under the spray, letting the steam envelop her, washing away the last vestiges of sleep. After drying off, she slipped into a comfortable summer dress, a flowing piece of pale blue fabric that flattered her figure and felt light against her skin. She applied a touch of lip gloss and ran a brush through her hair, allowing the natural waves to fall around her s

Kayla woke up feeling utterly refreshed, a sensation that spread through her like warm honey, her body sinking into the plush, cloud-like mattress. The morning sun, a gentle, golden glow, filtered through the sheer, ivory curtains, casting soft, dappled patterns across the room. Perhaps it was the change in environment, the crisp, clean Italian air that whispered promises of adventure and romance, or simply the comforting, undeniable presence of the brothers that made her feel so profoundly well-rested. With a contented sigh, a soft, almost purring sound, she stretched, her limbs extending languidly, savoring the moment of blissful tranquility before reluctantly sitting up. Slipping out of the bed, her bare feet sinking into the thick, luxurious carpet, she padded toward the en-suite bathroom, a spacious haven of marble and polished chrome. The cool, smooth surface of the marble felt soothing against her skin. She brushed her teeth, the minty freshness awakening her senses, before st

Sunlight spilled softly into the room through the sheer curtains, casting golden stripes across the rumpled sheets. Kayla stirred beneath the warmth of the covers, her body aching in a way that was both tender and thrilling. Her eyes fluttered open slowly, adjusting to the light. A weight—no, weights—pressed against her from all angles. She blinked in confusion before turning her head to the left. Victor was nestled into the crook of her neck, his soft, steady breaths warming her skin. One of his arms was draped protectively over her waist, the other resting beneath her head like a pillow. A glance downward revealed Alistair lying diagonally across her torso, his head resting just below her chest. His dark hair spilled across her skin, and she could feel the subtle movement of his breath. It rose and fell rhythmically, as if he were utterly at peace. But that wasn’t all. Lower still, Elliot lay sprawled with his head on her stomach, his arm loosely wrapped around her thigh

Kayla stepped into the heart of the bustling marketplace. The cacophony of vendors hawking their wares, the heady aroma of spices, and the kaleidoscope of colors painted a scene that felt like stepping into a fairytale. Even though Victor, Elliot, and Alistair, couldn’t join her—their cryptic excuse about “business” hanging in the air like an unspoken secret—she refused to miss the chance to experience the city’s vibrant soul. Instead, she ventured out with Jayden, one of their trusted bodyguards. He was a quiet, almost spectral presence, a man who moved like a shadow, blending seamlessly into the background. She didn’t know, however, that the brothers, ever vigilant, had deployed a dozen more men, each a phantom in the crowd. They were disguised as locals, tourists, merchants, even a stoic priest, their eyes fixed on her every move. Not just to protect her, but to possessively guard their queen, their precious Kayla. Oblivious to the watchful eyes, Kayla moved freely, her spirit as

Leo had barely slept. He paced the length of his office, fingers drumming restlessly against his thigh. The DNA lab had promised results first thing in the morning, and now every tick of the clock felt like a year. He glanced at his phone for the hundredth time—still nothing. He was about to call again when the screen lit up. Subject: DNA Sibling Test Result Leo’s heart slammed against his ribs. Hands slightly trembling, he opened the file. Match Probability: 99.98% — Biological Siblings. He stood still. For a long moment, he couldn’t breathe. She was his sister. Kayla. The quiet girl with eyes that held too much pain for someone so young. The girl who flinched when touched too suddenly. The girl with fire in her smile when she let herself feel safe. His sister. Leo let out a shaky breath and sank into the chair behind him, pressing his hands to his face. “Thank you,” he whispered to no one, to everything. “Thank you.” Just then, his phone buzzed again. This ti