All Chapters of Dark Desires: The Professor's Obsession: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

LENAI stared at my reflection in the dorm mirror, practicing for the tenth time. “Um…Jeremy, I really value our friendship…”No, that was too stiff. “Hey, so about what you said…”That's too casual. I groaned, flopping onto my bed. Staring at the ceiling that offered no answers, just a crack that I made a self-note to fix.A sharp knock at the door interrupted my thoughts.“Lena? Are you alive in there?” I heard Ava's voice through my door. I dragged myself up and opened the door. Ava stood there, already dressed for our usual Friday hangout—ripped jeans, oversized sweater, that look in her eye that said she knew something was up. “Mike's downstairs,” she said, leaning against the doorframe. “He says if we don't hurry, he's eating all the mozzarella sticks himself.”I rubbed my temples. “I don't know if I can go out tonight.” Ava stepped inside, kicking the door shut behind her. “Okay, what's really going on?” I picked at a loose thread on my comforter. “I'm fine.”“Bul

MIKEThe door slammed shut behind me, I’m sure the neighbors heard it—if we had any. I threw my bag onto the bed and sank into my desk chair, my fingers pressing into my temples. I hated coming home but I had to because I ran out of funds. I got exactly what I expected—another dinner, another argument. It was always the same. “Art won’t pay your bills, Michael.”“Your brother needs you in the company.”“When are you going to start taking life seriously?”I exhaled sharply, rubbing my face. I hated how small I felt after these fights. Like no matter what I did, I’d never be enough. I heard a soft knock on the door. I didn’t answer, but my mom opened the door anyway. “Michael.”I kept my back to her, pretending to sketch. “Yeah?” She sighed, the way she always did before saying something I didn’t want to hear. “Your father just wants what’s best for you.”I pressed my pencil harder into the paper. “No mom, he wants what’s best for him.”“Mike—”“I’m not dropping art.” My voice

EVELYNI stared at the afternoon sun through the floor-to-ceiling windows of my office then leaned back in my chair, swirling a glass of whiskey—neat, no ice—just the way I liked it. A sharp knock at the door interrupted the peace that I was basking on.“Come in,” I called, not bothering to look up. Emma stepped inside, her heels clicking against the polished floor. “Ms. Grant, Professor Doyle is here to see you.” A slow smile curled my lips. “Send him in.” Doyle strode in like a man who’d already won, his usual smugness rose up to unbearable levels. His tie was loosened, his cheeks were flushed, and there was a glint in his eyes that screamed victory. “Evelyn,” he said, dropping into the chair across from me without waiting for an invitation. “Today’s the day.” I arched my brow. “Is it?” “Oh, come on.” He laughed, running a hand through his already disheveled hair. “Don’t play coy. Adrian’s little empire is about to crumble. By this time tomorrow, he’ll be in Berlin, scr

ADRIANThe campus was quieter than usual as I walked through the quad, the early morning sun casting long shadows across the pavement. Doyle’s suspension had been the highlight of my week—no more smug glances in faculty meetings, no more thinly veiled insults disguised as academic debate. The man was a pest, and now he was gone. At least for a while. I adjusted the strap of my leather bag over my shoulder, nodding at a few students who greeted me as I passed. The dean’s office was my first stop—formalities, paperwork and the keys to my new office, just the usual nonsense. I noticed the dean changed his secretary, this one was different from the other one—she was older, she looked like she was in her late forties with a taste for low-cut blouses. She looked up as I entered. “Professor Knight,” she purred, leaning forward just enough to make her intentions obvious. “We missed you around here.” I barely glanced at her, I wasn't surprised that she knew me—I had that effect on wome

EVELYNThe clock on my office wall ticked louder than usual today. Each second stretched like taffy, pulling my patience thinner.I swirled the last of my bourbon in the crystal glass, watching the amber liquid cling to the sides before throwing it into my mouth. The burn did nothing to dull the irritation crawling under my skin. It was Adrian. Always Adrian. I slammed the glass down, the sharp crack echoing through the empty office. Emma peeked in, her ever-present notepad in hand. “Ms. Grant? Your three o'clock meeting is—”“Cancel it.” I didn't look up as I grabbed my coat. “I'm going out.”Emma hesitated. “There's also the—”“I said cancel it. Cancel everything!” I responded, my voice cold as ice. She flinched, nodding quickly before dashing out. Good. At least someone still knew their place. I decided to go to Adrian's apartment. This week was Nova's scheduled stay with him—the perfect excuse to drop by unannounced. Maybe we'd finally have that conversation he'd been av