Semua Bab FORBIDDEN SINFUL DESIRES: Bab 71 - Bab 80

VANESSA'S POV I was not able to pay attention.Dead serious, i tried for like a solid thirty seconds. I really did, but then Professor Davis turned around, writing something on the board, and the way his slacks hugged his legs had my brain short-circuiting like a spark plug dipped in wine.Honestly? Economics had never been so hard. And I definitely didn't mean academically.Alex Davis, or as we all call him Professor Davis, technically, was the reason half the class showed up before the bell rang. He was tall, lean in that "runs five miles before breakfast" kind of way, with clean-cut stubble, as smokey green eyes, dark hair he never let fall out of place, and the kind of deep voice that made you forget what a derivative was.Worse? He was a young professor. Not “almost-retired with tenure” young. I mean late twenties, probably has an Instagram account but only uses it to post books and black-and-white coffee shots young.And he was wearing that navy button-down again. The one that

VANESSA’S POV.“I’m not gonna make it to campus for our lesson.”There was a pause on the other end of the line. “Vanessa…”“I know,” I interrupted, dramatically flopping back on my bed. “Tragic and completely unforgivable. I guess you’ll have to cancel the Nobel nomination.”Alex sighed. “We set this up last week. You bailed last time.”“I know,” I said, twirling my necklace between my fingers. “But listen… I could swing by your place instead.”Dead silence.“…You want to come to my house?”“You’re tutoring me, not planning a heist,” I replied. “Unless there's something there I’m not supposed to see?” I grinned, even though he couldn’t see me. “You hiding a secret wife or something?”“I don’t think this is a good idea.”“Come on,” I said, voice low and sweet. “We won’t do anything reckless. You’ll help me study. I’ll bring snacks. I’ll wear actual pants.”He sighed again. “You never wear pants.”“You’re already picturing it,” I said, laughing.“I’ll text you the address,” he muttered

ALEX’S POVVanessa was pure torture. The way she came to my office, swinging her hips and acting like she owned the place, acting like she owned me. And fuck she did.I was completely obsessed with her and I couldn't help myself. I was her professor and my actions were completely unethical and my feelings, they were immortal. But what could I do.I had managed to ignore her for like days but she was a persistent and insatiable little minx. I was currently in my office, trying to catch up on assignments that I had not been able to grade because of my numerous distractions. Vanessa in particular.I was in my office, trying to concentrate when I heard knocking on the door. It was rapid and persistent, like a particular person that I know. After a while the knocking on the camera to a halt for a while and I thought the person would have left but why did I hear the clicking of the door knob and the door sliding open to reveal a very mischievous creature.I just sighed and concentrated on

VANESSA’S POVResting my back against his swivel chair in his office with my gaze on the ceiling, I kept thinking about the intense sex we just had.The room still smelled like sex. Papers were scattered across the floor, his laptop screen was blinking idly, and my thighs were sticky with our mess.At the moment, Alex was leaning on the table, his chest heaving as he tried to collect himself. His shirt was half-buttoned, his hair tousled, and his belt was undone. He looked wrecked. Beautifully wrecked, all because of me.Smirking, I licked my lips and swung my leg over him, straddling his lap again.Looking up sharply like I had just done the unthinkable, he called, “Vanessa.”“What?” I smirked again, trailing my finger down his chest. “One round isn’t enough.”His hands gripped my waist, not to pull me closer but to hold me still. “We can’t, not again. This was a mistake, we shouldn’t repeat it,” he said in a breath. “Mistake?” I tilted my head. “You didn’t sound like you were reg

ALEX’S POVThe coffee on my desk had gone cold hours ago. Since I brewed it, I had left it untouched, just like the lunch sitting in the drawer beside my feet. My office felt like a cell. It was quiet, suffocating, and thick with guilt that I couldn’t scrub off even if I tried. Every tick of the clock felt like a countdown. Not towards freedom, but towards disaster.At the moment, I was on edge. Every glance I had received while walking through the hallway felt like suspicion and every knock on my door made my breath catch. It was as if my lungs had been blocked as I couldn’t breathe properly and couldn’t think properly either. All I could see was her.Vanessa had ripped through every bit of control I thought I had left.Last night when she showed up dripping wet and naked I thought I could resist her but we lost ourselves under the water and in my bed.Last night was like a dream to me and now, reality was clawing at my throat.I had tried to pull away from her but she kept itc