All Chapters of Seducing Professor Cal : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Myra felt in a daze as Cal walked closer, and only jerked back to consciousness when he placed a gentle hand on her shoulder.“Are you okay?” His voice was kind, and he was looking at her instead of snatching the laptop from her or asking why the hell was she with his laptop.“Why do you trust me?” She asked, suddenly angry. The bulk of her anger was at herself, but he seemed like the perfect person to channel it to.“What?” He frowned for the first time now.She dropped the laptop and stood up, even though her legs were weak, and tried to walk around him to the closet to start getting dressed. But he placed his hand in front of her, and she sprang back from the barricade. He walked around to stand in front and looked down at her, his eyes on hers, waiting for an answer. He looked like he did all those days in his classes, his hands crossed behind his back, his upper half tilting forward a little, waiting, patiently waiting for a student to answer his question. She felt tears stin

Cal watched the Rolls-Royce Phantom pull away, and although he could not see Myra through the tinted glass, he knew she was sitting comfortably in the backseat. His girl was comfortable. He smiled and turned to the garage where his car was parked. It was wild how everything had turned out. He had come out here with a solid belief that she would be his.Because why not? She obviously wanted him as much as he wanted her. She felt what he felt, that feeling they both knew was impossible to ignore. But his confidence had wavered that evening when she had looked at him like he had said the most absurd thing after he told her he wanted a long-term relationship with her. And now, she was his. He smiled and pressed the remote control to unlock the door. He could not wait to see her this afternoon. And then every day after that.He turned his phone back on as soon as he got in the car, and it began to ring immediately. Good grief. It was a good thing he had turned it off the whole tim

“Easton, is everything OK?” Cal moved his car a little towards the right side of the road as a white truck sped past. He frowned. There was absolutely no reason a truck as big as that should be going at such speed.Easton laughed over the other end of the phone, “You tell me, Cal. Is everything OK?”Cal glanced at the phone, suddenly feeling something was off.Easton never spoke to him like this. He did not know what the man was on about, but he felt like they were about to have their first fight as friends. But he did not want that.“Can I come see you later? Maybe at the country club. I have to be somewhere.” he said, and Easton laughed again. He laughed in a way that gave him chills.“To do more RIGHT things?” “Is everything OK with you?” Cal could not hold back his irritation anymore. It seemed like these people were lined up to ruin his mood this morning, and after such a good night. “Have you been drinking?” “I told you I would take care of it.”“What?”“I never believed

–----I think it will be any day now. The big man has stopped visiting, and the evil one brought home a new car today. The new car could only mean one thing: proceeds from this evil have begun to stream in. The evil one cannot afford a Cadillac, even mommy pointed this out with a hesitant smile as she watched me pull out the champagne bottle to celebrate.–----Myra took a screenshot of this and made a mental note to run a check on Mr Steel's account. This was good. If he bought a Cadillac with dirty money, that would be all the evidence she needed against him.–---I did it. –----Myra stared at this page with just those three words as the entry for the day. She looked at the date above and recognized it as the day those charges were first filed. She stared down at the page, wondering how Valentina must have been feeling that day for those to be the only words she could write.Myra took a screenshot and flipped the page.–----I did not know I would have to face him. In cases

Although Myra could not move her body immediately, her arms were not useless. As the attacker walked past her to pick up the diary, she reached out with both hands and grabbed at his leg, pulling him down.He stomped down with his other foot, but she moved her face away seconds before he could crush her face under his boots. His foot met an empty floor, the thump reverberating round the whole room, and she yanked at him with all her might.She heard his head bump against the desk as he fell to the floor. She dragged herself up even though her back exploded in pain. She hurriedly crawled towards the curtain to yank it back. It was clear that this person did not want their identity revealed, so parting the curtain was the best way to keep him from that diary.She had not crawled far when she felt a hard kick on her bum and she crashed onto the floor on her face. “Stay down.” She heard the muffled voice, and realized that he had a mask on. She guessed it was a ski mask from the wa