All Chapters of Dark Desires: The Professor's Obsession: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

EVELYNThe elevator ride to my office was the most satisfying I'd had in months. I leaned against the wall, sipping my latte, watching the numbers climb up. Ever since the news about Adrian's scandal was plastered across every student forum, gossip site, and even a few local blogs, I had been over the moon. Doyle had delivered exactly as promised. “Finally,” I thought, smirking into my cup, “something is going right.”The doors slid open and I strode past empty desks— I guess it was too early for most of my staff—and I went straight to my office. I set my bag down, savoring the quiet victory. I'm sure Adrian was having a hard time since his precious reputation was crumbling, his pretty little fling would leave him and soon, when the dust settled, he'd be crawling back to where he belonged—with me. A knock at the door interrupted my thoughts. Emma poked her head in, her tablet clutched to her chest. “Good morning, Ms. Grant. You have two investors arriving soon—the Henderson b

LENAThe secretary’s chair squeaked as I fidgeted, my eyes locked on the Dean’s door. When it finally swung open, Adrian stormed out—his jaw clenched and his eyes dark. I jumped up. “Professor—” He barely glanced at me before brushing past me leaving me surprised.“Miss Hart?” The Dean’s voice cut through the tension. “My office. Now.” I hesitated, staring at Adrian’s retreating figure. “I don't want to repeat myself.” He ordered.I sat stiffly in the chair across from his desk, my fingers digging into my thighs as he studied me with those cold, calculating eyes. “Miss Hart,” he began, folding his hands on the desk. “I assume you know why you're here.”I swallowed hard. “Because of those photos that have been circulating?”He nodded slowly. “Yes. These photos.” He slid a printed copy toward me. My stomach twisted. “Care to explain what's going on?” I forced myself to meet his gaze. “Those aren't real sir, they're all doctored.”“Are they?”“Yes.” My voice didn't waver. “Som

ADRIANI gripped Gabe’s arm tighter as we got into the warehouse, my fingers digging into his leather jacket. “This is a bad idea. There’s another way.” Gabriel shook me off with a laugh, the lighter flickering in his hand casting shadows across his face. “Since when do you question Dad’s orders? We have to always do whatever dad says.” “Since they involve burning a building with people inside, Gabe! We're better than this.” My voice cracked. I turned as I heard the sound of a child’s laughter from somewhere inside the warehouse. Gabriel’s smile didn’t reach his eyes. “They’re just collateral, Ian.” I stepped in front of him, blocking his path to the door. “No. Let us wait until it’s empty.” For a second, I thought he’d listen. His expression wavered—just like it used to when we were kids and I’d beg him not to steal candy from old man Rossi’s shop. Then his fist connected with my jaw. I stumbled back, tasting blood. Gabriel loomed over me, his voice low. “You don’t get

LENAThe first thing I noticed was the pounding in my skull. The second was the warm body pressed against my back. I kept my eyes squeezed shut, praying to whatever god might be listening that this was just another nightmare. That when I opened my eyes, I'd be in my own bed, alone, with nothing worse than a hangover to deal with. Then Ava sighed in her sleep, her arm tightening around my waist and my stomach dropped. Last night came rushing back in jagged pieces—the vodka, the crying, Ava's hands in my hair, her mouth on mine. The way I'd kissed her back like I was drowning and she was the only air left in the world. I carefully peeled Ava's arm off me and sat up, wincing at the light streaming through the curtains. The sheets pooled around my waist, and the cool air against my bare skin made my breath hitch. Ava stirred beside me, her dark hair fanned out across the pillow. There was a hickey on her collarbone. I'd put it there. “Good morning,” Ava murmured, her voice rou

LENAThe rest of the car ride home was silent. I sat stiff in the backseat, Adrian’s jacket draped over my shoulders, the scent of gunpowder and sweat clinging to the fabric. My wrists still ached from the zip ties, my throat raw from screaming. But none of that compared to the questions burning through me. Who was that man? Why did he call Adrian brother? What did I do wrong to be taken against my will?And why the hell was I caught in the middle of all these? Adrian hadn’t spoken since we got back to the safe house. His knuckles were split, his jaw clenched so tight I could see the muscle twitching. Dimitri slumped against the window, pressing a bloodied rag to his ribs, while Marco and Jax exchanged quiet words in the front. No one looked at me, not that I gave a fuck.I looked around, studying my environment, the safehouse was cold and well hidden—nothing like Adrian’s penthouse. I stood by the fireplace, my arms crossed, watching as Jax patched up Dimitri’s side. Adri