Lahat ng Kabanata ng Claimed By My Professor,Loved By His Son:A forbidden bond: Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

Maya's POVMy mom turned and saw us. “Good, you’re up,” she said, her voice unreadable.The female officer turned as well. I recognized her instantly, Detective Rowan.Of course. Who else?“Morning, girls,” she said, nodding.“Morning,” we replied almost in sync, but neither of us moved any closer.“What’s going on?” I asked carefully, my heart already picking up pace.“Detective Rowan stopped by,” my mom said slowly, “to ask some follow-up questions. Apparently, the boy who was arrested yesterday has started talking.”My heart skipped, no, slammed.Theresa cleared her throat. “Did he did he say something new?”Detective Rowan raised an eyebrow slightly, watching both of us like she was trying to see through our faces. “He gave us some information that needs verifying. Nothing solid yet. But I thought it was important to come myself.”My mom crossed her arms. “She hasn’t told me anything about this ‘boy’ until yesterday. Imagine my shock finding out all this.”Rowan nodded. “Understa

Maya's POVA tall man walked in, well-dressed man in his early thirties. He wore glasses, had dark skin, a sharp jawline, and his fitted button-up shirt rolled at the sleeves like he was already halfway into business.Whispers erupted instantly, “Oh my God.”“Is that him?”“He looks like he should be in a movie.”He dropped a brown leather bag on the desk and turned to face us. “Good morning, class.”The voice alone was deep enough to get half the girls leaning forward.“Let’s settle down,” he said, calm but firm. “I’m Mr. Ben. I’ll be taking over this course for the rest of the semester.”Theresa tapped my thigh under the desk.I gave her a side glance. "Don't say it.""I already love him.""Of course you do."Mr. Ben signed his name on the board and faced us again. "I understand that the class has seen a bit of disruption lately."A few heads looked my way, but I didn't rise to it."But let me tell you," he continued, "we're going to move forward. We're going to learn, and we're go

Maya's POV It was a friday night. Neon lights, and loud music. I was wearing too bold for my own good, and dancing like I didn't have consequences. There was a man. A stranger. Tall, dark-skinned, dimples when he smiled.I stared at Mr. Ben, mouth open. "You."He shook his head slowly. "Yes. That night."The room whirled around my feet. "Oh my God," I whispered.He leaned back, arms crossed comfortably. "So you do remember."I nodded again, dazed. My hands became sweaty."Why didn't you ever tell me?" I demanded my voice strained."I was wondering if you recalled," he said to me. "But when I saw you in the classroom today and had no idea, I figured I'd better straighten things out.""Clear the air?" I replied, attempting to contain my volume. "You're my teacher now.""Well, I wasn't your teacher that night," he replied, completely unfazed. My stomach were in knots. I couldn't freaking believe this was occurring. What were the chances? The one-night stand that I had relegated to th

Maya's POVAs soon as we stepped into the apartment, I let out a breath I didn’t even know I’d been holding.Finally. Rest. Quiet. Just me and my mom, I suppose, and her. But after the week I'd just had, even the fact that she was there somehow felt reassuring."Mom?" I called out, stomping my shoes at the door.My voice stuck in my throat the moment I walked into the living room and saw her.There she was, sitting quietly across from Regan. His gun, yes, his actual gun, lay on the glass coffee table in between them as if it was the most normal thing in the world.Regan turned at the ring of my voice and flashed that easy smirk of his, but this time it had a tension behind it.Theresa stood behind me, her hand crossing over mine for a moment before going on. "Good evening, ma," she said nicely."Evening, Theresa," Mom said with a soft smile. "You girls go on and get ready. I'm almost done talking to our guest."Regan just nodded at us. "Ladies."I didn't answer. I couldn't.My stom

Maya's POVMy heart pounded in my chest, and I didn't even know why. Maybe it was Regan's hand against mine. Maybe it was Professor Logan's accusatory gaze, slicing through me.I pulled my hand back, pounding pulse, and involuntarily raised my eyes, directly into Professor Logan's.He wasn't gazing at Regan. He wasn't gazing across the table. He was gazing directly at me, narrowed eyes, pursed lips in a thin line. As though he was attempting to figure something out. As though he was questioning something with his eyes I refused to answer to.The silence loomed.Theresa raised her glass of water, trying to dispel the tension. "Maya's mother went all out. The dinner was wonderful.""Yeah," Regan replied, seeming not to know or pretending not to know. "She's a wonderful cook."Professor Logan simply nodded, remaining silent.I looked down at my plate, my gut churning with discomfort.Mom returned with small bowls of dessert, cold fruit and custard, and went around distributing them wit