Semua Bab Dark Desires: The Professor's Obsession: Bab 71 - Bab 80

LENAThe moment my father's voice cracked through the parking lot like a gunshot, I felt a chill run down my spine. No! no no no!I stood frozen between Adrian's sleek black car and my father's disapproving glare, painfully aware of the emerald silk dress clinging to my body—the one Adrian had picked out, the one that cost more than my semester's tuition. My fingers twitched toward the slit riding up my thigh, as if I could somehow make the dress look less expensive or less revealing. "Lena Marie Hart," Dad repeated, stepping into the yellow pool of the flickering street lamp. His tie was loosened, his usually crisp dress shirt wrinkled. He'd clearly come straight from work. "Where the hell have you been? I've been calling you for two hours." Of course it had been him calling, not the blackmailers like we suspected.Adrian's car door opened behind me with a soft click. I didn't turn around, but I felt him approach—his cologne, that subtle expensive spice, cutting through the ho

ADRIANThe ride home from dinner with Lena was quiet. She just stared, her head tilted slightly toward the window, fingers still faintly curled in her lap. I couldn’t stop glancing at her. There was something about seeing her at ease that calmed me, made everything feel less chaotic. Finding out about the blackmailers made me really upset but what made me want to tear down this whole city in search of them was how uneasy the whole thing made her.I pulled into my driveway and cut the engine, reality settled back in like cold air seeping through a crack.Lena’s father.The man didn’t know about me. At least not in the way he should. And if he found out his nineteen-year-old daughter was dating her professor—a man pushing thirty-six with more secrets than a locked vault? I exhaled through my nose.I changed into a plain black t-shirt, tugged off my watch, and sat on the edge of my bed with my phone. Then I did what I told myself I wouldn’t do: I texted her but didn't get any response f

LENAAva's breathing finally evened out, her tear-streaked face pressed into my pillow. I brushed a tangled curl from her forehead before creeping out of my bedroom, phone in hand. Mike answered on the first ring. "Lena? Is Ava there? I've been trying to reach her." "She's here," I whispered, shutting the bathroom door behind me. "I just got back and found her curled up in the sitting room sobbing. She won't tell me what's wrong." The line went silent for three heartbeats. "I'm on my way." "Mike, wait—" But he already ended the call.The shower water scalded my skin but I couldn't wash away the image of Ava's hollow eyes. I changed into sweatpants and Adrian's old Columbia hoodie—the one I stole from him the last I went to his place. I sniffed it in and it still smelled like his cologne. My phone buzzed as I towel-dried my hair. “You up?”Immediately, I saw the text, I hit the call button. "Hey." I muttered as he picked up the call."Kitten." His voice wrapped around me

ADRIANThe plan was simple; get Jason Miller to lure Nathan out, hire a bunch of shady gay dudes and pay them to gang rape Nathan.That was my plan and it was better compared to Mike's plan to make Nathan confess. People like that don't ever feel remorse, they need to have a taste of their own medicine to learn any lessons.Ava meant nothing to me—just another face in Lena’s orbit. But the moment I heard that Lena cried, Nathan’s fate was sealed. No one made my precious one cry. Absolutely no one. Nathan’s sin wasn’t hurting some girl I barely knew. Ava’s pain was irrelevant. Lena’s tears? Unforgivable. And I’d burn the world to ashes before I let some nobody think he could touch what belonged to me.I looked up at Mike, his knee bounced relentlessly against my office floor, his phone vibrating for the third time in ten minutes. Lena's name flashed across the screen again before he flipped it face down. "Are you not going to answer that?" I asked without looking up from the financi

MIKEThe old factory air smelled like rust and piss as Adrian and I stood outside revelling in our victory, the heavy metal door clanging shut behind us. My knuckles still throbbed from earlier, the split skin sticky with drying blood. Adrian lit a cigarette, the flame illuminating his sharp features for a second before he exhaled a long stream of smoke. "We missed something." I rubbed my aching hand. "What more could there be? The bastard confessed. We also have a damning video of him.”"He confessed to us." Adrian flicked ash onto the cracked pavement. "Don't you think Lena and Ava deserve more than our word." The meaning hit me like a punch. "You want a video of him confessing. That's perfect!” Adrian smirked, crushing the cigarette under his polished shoe. "I want the world to know what he is." Nathan was right where we left him—tied to a rickety chair, one eye swollen shut, his designer shirt stained with sweat and fear. He flinched when the door screeched open. "Chang