All Chapters of Dark Desires: The Professor's Obsession: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

MIKEThe security office smelled like stale coffee as I got in. I slapped the flash drive down on the desk hard enough to make the campus cop jump. “Nathan Cole’s full confession,” I said. “Time-stamped, high-def, and complete with his ugly crying face.”The officer—some balding guy with a nametag reading ‘Higgins’—eyed the flashdrive like it might bite him. “You’re Reynolds? The one who’s been emailing us about—”“For three fucking weeks, yeah.” I leaned over his desk. “Watch it. Then arrest that piece of shit.”Higgins sighed but plugged it in. The video popped up—Nathan’s tear-streaked face, his voice cracking as he admitted everything. How he’d followed Ava that night. How he’d— I looked away, grinding my teeth. Higgins’ expression darkened. “I’ll call the dean.” As I paced inside Ava's dorm, they were not around, I decided to go home but decided to text Dante first. Instead his text lit up the screen: “You good?” I typed back, “They’re taking him in now. Meet me at my

EVELYN“Pathetic little man!” I thought to myself as the elevator doors slid shut, finally sealing away the lingering stench of Doyle's cheap cologne and the bitter tang of his desperation.I pressed the sanitizer bottle three times, working the gel between my fingers. I thought about the way that stupid Doyle had wasted my evening. His clammy hands fumbling with his whiskey glass, I didn't blame him, I'm sure he had never had a taste of expensive liquor. I got into my penthouse and went straight to the bar, my fingers curling around the chilled vodka bottle. I poured myself a glass and swirled it around.Doyle's eager face flashed in my memory—the way his pupils had dilated when I'd dangled Adrian's office, his title, his life in front of him like cheap trinkets. A trained dog salivating at the promise of table scraps. I took a sip of my drink and the tumbler hit the counter with more force than necessary. I got my phone and stared at Gregory's contact photo which was staring ba

ADRIANThe sight stopped me dead in my tracks.It was Lena laughing with some blond bastard that had his hands on her waist, leaning in too close as she tilted her head back, immediately, something primal snapped in my chest. My voice cut through their conversation before I could stop it. Lena stiffened instantly, those wide eyes flashing with surprise and something else—guilt? The boy had the audacity to smirk at me, like he had any right to stand there touching what was mine. I barely recognized the words coming out of my mouth. The command to meet me in my office left no room for argument. The boy—Jeremy, she'd called him—tried to interject with that casual arrogance only the young and stupid could muster.I didn't even look at him. My entire world had narrowed to the rapid pulse fluttering at Lena's throat, the way her lips parted in shock. I turned away before I did something unforgivable in front of half the student body. The walk to my office was a blur of white-knuckle

EVELYNThe intercom buzzed sharply on my desk. “Ms. Grant, Professor Doyle is here to see you. He says it's urgent.”I didn't look up from my paperwork. “Tell him to make an appointment like everyone else.”The door opened anyway. Doyle stood there, that greasy smirk plastered across his face. “You'll want to hear this.”I set down my pen with deliberate slowness. “This better be good.”Doyle sauntered in without invitation, dropping into the chair across from me. “Knight just agreed to go to Berlin, I'm sure he has signed the paperwork as we speak.”The words settled over me like warm silk. Finally, after weeks of planning, of maneuvering, of dealing with incompetent fools like Marcus and Doyle— I finally have my victory.“Interesting,” I said, keeping my voice even. “And how do you think our dear Professor took the news?”“He looked like he'd swallowed broken glass.” Doyle chuckled. “I'm so sure that the man's practically packing his bags already.”I leaned back in my leather chair,

LENAMy phone buzzed early in the morning with a voice message from Jeremy; “You better be awake. Lit class in forty-five minutes. Doyle's giving pop quizzes today.”I groaned into my pillow. The remnants of last night's dream— involving Adrian and me at a beach in Italy— still clung to the edges of my consciousness. Another text came through; “I'll buy you coffee if you're there in thirty minutes.”That got me moving.I hurried across campus and saw Jeremy as he leaned against the literature building's steps, two steaming cups in hand. “You're late,” he said, handing me the one with extra sugar— just how I liked it.“What do you mean? I'm on time!”“By your standards, maybe.” He bumped my shoulder as we walked in. “You look like a mess girl.”“Thanks,” I rolled my eyes, sipping the coffee. “You always know just what to say.”Doyle's class dragged like always, but having Jeremy beside me drawing an anime character—or what he thought was Naruto made it bearable. When the bell finally