Semua Bab The Billionaire Professor's Captive: Bab 11 - Bab 20

MeredithMy heart was still pounding ruthlessly as I stood outside on the balcony, watching the party go on with the air kissing my face. Fucking Skye had made me drink some alcohol I've never tasted before and since then, it was as if I had no control over my actions. I knew what I was doing but a sense of confidence awashed me and soon, I found myself in the arms of a man.Tall and strongly built, I let him lead me on the dance floor. And then our bodies had touched and I'd felt his strong hand hold my waist tightly. I knew then that I'd wanted nothing more than to drown in his touch. He had touched every inch of me without taking off my clothes. Almost as if he knew me to the core. When I pulled away, I half expected him to follow seeing the way his obscured eyes pooled with dark desire. But when he didn't, I just forgot about him and went about my activity. Moments after, I'd seen him walk over to my father and I had been wondering who he was. He'd remove the mask and turned so

General POVThe ballroom on the third floor of the East Wing didn’t look like it belonged to a university. It glowed like a carnival was going on in it. Blaring colorful lights cascaded from a silver ball overhead, catching on every shimmer of silk and polished shoe. A deep red carpet stretched across the floor like a trail to the outside where celebrities would arrive and get captured by paparazzi, and the sound of soft instrumentals played low beneath the cacophony of voices and laughter.It was the school’s tradition. An informal induction of the new CRI members to the academic elite. A meet-and-mingle event masked as a celebration. The Dean would be present to welcome the members as well as the school board of directors.Meredith stood by the refreshment table, fingers curled around a glass of something bubbly she hadn’t touched. Her hair had been curled softly for the night. A black halter-neck dress hugged her slim frame, the back cut scandalously low. It was Skye’s idea. Of cou

EarlThe morning light bled softly through the half-open blinds, striping the dark wood floor with gold. My eyes cracked open slowly, reluctantly and lazy. My mouth tasted like ash.My head throbbed with a dull headache as if it was reminding me of last night."I've got to remember to stop drinking that much."I sat up, the blanket falling from my chest. And for a second, I thought about the weird dream I had that night. How her mouth and hands had been all over me and her soft gasp against my lips. Meredith.I blinked and ran a hand down my face. It had to be a dream. A consequence of too much whiskey and not enough sleep. That was the only explanation. There was no way I had touched her like that or kissed her like that. I couldn't have pulled her onto my lap like she was mine to have. Without the masks in between. It was just me, Professor Sherwood with Meredith, my student. Not only was she a student—she was Reese Keeler’s daughter. The girl I was supposed to weaponize against th

MeredithAfter the incident at Professor Earl's apartment, I knew I was in deep shit. Not only did I go to my professor's place for reasons that weren't academical, I'd allow him to touch me. No, we'd touched each other and nearly made out fully on his couch.What's he going to make of me? He'd think I'm so cheap or something. This would validate Ava's accusations if she knew. I had to tread lightly or my father may be forced to pull me out of the school. Exams were coming up soon and I didn't want to fail. So, I grabbed my bag and made to leave. As I stared at the mirror, at my lips, I couldn't help but relive the memory of the previous night. "What are you doing?" I shook my head and moved outside for class. I just needed to act cool if I saw him. What happened the previous night was a fucking mistake and he should understand that? Would he? Well, sitting in the garden now, head leaning against the bench meant I wasn't sure and I didn't want to take any chances. However, I could

EarlThe moment I felt her come on my fingers, I knew it was over. I'd crossed a line I couldn't come back from. I was with a student who could potentially ruin my name by letting this get out.I wanted to stop. A part of my brain—the logical part, urged me to push Meredith off and remind her that we shouldn't be doing this.But when her eyes met mine and she smiled warmly at me, I knew it that this wasn't something I could do without easily. "I want everything," she said. She was playing with fire, but she wouldn't know it. This was a girl I should be weaponizing against her parents, not fucking. Well, maybe not yet. Especially when I found out she hadn't been fingered before. "When you stopped me...that night," I began to say, finger brushing off her soaked hair off her face. "Was it because you've never had sex before? Or did you just panic?"Her face turned tomato red, and I was almost afraid she would get off my thighs and refuse to go along anymore. "I panicked because it wa