Todos los capítulos de Professor Lucien : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Lucien Pov “Fuck.” The door slams shut behind me.I’m not even sure what pushed me to snap at Sophia.Was it because she offered sex just to get me to tutor her?She’s so desperate to live with her grandmother, she’s ready to trade herself for it.I should’ve been grateful. Thrilled, even. She offered herself to quiet the urge I keep burying. Letting her touch me would’ve silenced the curiosity clawing at my gut.Ever since Camilla died, I haven’t had good sex. Not the kind that leaves you breathless and bruised, aching and satisfied.But with her... I wanted to test how far she’d fall.That’s what sickened me. Not her—me.Classes are cancelled. I could go home, pretend this day never broke me.But I don’t.Instead, I grab my coat and keys. Muscle memory. Nothing more. My hands are steady. My chest is not. Like something old and sharp is stuck there.Maybe today I stop pretending she’s still out there.Maybe I’ll finally do what I’ve been avoiding for three fucking years.The drive i

Sofia Pov The college is buzzing, as usual—but today, there’s something different in the air. A crackle of excitement. The Titanic made it to the finals, and everyone’s hyped for the party tonight—including Mia and Kiera.“I have no idea what to wear to the party,” Mia groans for the umpteenth time since we left the house.“You have a closet full of dresses, Mia,” Kiera says, rolling her eyes.“What about you?” Mia turns to me, eyeing the box of cookies in my arms. “You haven’t said a word since we left your house.”Kiera looks over too. “Are you getting cold feet about the whole thing?”I scoff. “You’re making it sound like I’m about to commit a murder.”Mia snorts. “Please. It’s worse. You’re about to offer cookies to the hottest teacher on campus.”“He’s not that hot,” I mutter.“You are so in denial,” she says, stopping mid-step with a mischievous grin. “Which means…”I stop too, eyeing her suspiciously. “Means what?”“That you have a crush on him.”“What?! No way.”“It’s true,”

Sofia Pov When I return to class, Mia and Kiera are sitting in the hall, waiting for lectures to commence. At least they saved me a seat in the middle row—even though the lecture’s been postponed.Mia looks up first. “Finally! I was starting to think Professor Grumpy Pants actually knocked some sense into you.”Kiera grins. “Sofia, where’s the cookie? Don’t tell me you actually pulled it off.”I force a smile. “Got my phone back.”“What? Are you implying…” Kiera gasps dramatically.Mia gasps too. “Professor Lucien actually accepted the cookies?”I shrug, not trusting myself with words—I might blurt out the truth.“Oh my God,” Kiera says, slapping her hand on the desk. I glance around to make sure no one’s looking. “Wait—did he eat it?”Did he eat it?I swallow, forcing the memory away. He never broke eye contact as he took a bite. Crazy. My heart thudded. His tongue grazed the cookie back into his mouth.“Sophia.” Mia’s voice breaks through my thoughts.Kiera leans in. “Did he eat it

Lucien's PovI sit in the dimly lit conference room, eyes locked on the footage playing across my laptop screen. I came in early to grade a few papers—but instead walked straight into an emergency staff meeting.“I don’t think punishment is necessary,” Lecturer Darren says, reclining lazily. “Stuff like that’s bound to happen at parties.”Miranda scoffs. “With all due respect, Darren, this isn’t just ‘stuff.’ Someone smuggled narcotics into a college party. We’re lucky it didn’t make headlines.”Several professors murmur in agreement.“It’s a PR disaster waiting to happen,” another professor mutters.But I can’t stop watching one figure on the screen—Sofia. Wild. Careless. Her hair whips like she’s weightless, shameless. Free..“Sofia Carson—the girl dancing like she owns the place—her mother called the cops. That’s why this whole mess blew up.”My head snaps up. Her mother called the cops?“Which was absolutely uncalled for,” Miranda adds, drawing nods from the conservative cluster.

Lucien Pov “But because I am. And I’m this close to losing it.”I expect her to flinch. To bolt for the door like any sane girl would. Hell, I want her to run—if only so I don’t ruin both of us in one breath.But instead…She blinks—slow, steady—like she’s snapping out of a trance. Then she wipes her cheek, not tenderly... defiantly.“Professor Lucien...” she says, voice soft but unwavering.Then she meets my eyes.“When should I start the tutoring?”I freeze.She’s either hopelessly naive… or dangerously bold.My jaw tightens. I shift my stance, fingers curling slightly at my sides—not to intimidate her, but because my control feels thinner than it has in years.“You’re seriously asking about tutoring?” My voice dips, darker than I mean it to.She shrugs, a glint of dare flickering in her eyes. “I’ve been banned from partying,” she says. “So instead of bawling my eyes out, I’d rather work on my grades.”“You think this is smart?” I step closer, just enough to fill the air with warni