Semua Bab All Shades of Passion: Bab 61 - Bab 70

Monalisa POV.As his lips met mine, I felt fireworks explode all around us.His mouth tasted like burnt chocolate with a slight tang of honey.Nutty, but flavourful. Like he'd been smoking a few cigarettes.And his cologne....God, his cologne smelled like heaven.Like his ultrasonic diffuser, he had a rich citrus scent, with a warm, earthy undertone of birch and cedarwood.He smelt so good, like he'd emptied an entire bottle of Aventus Creed on himself.Everything about him was so sophisticated, so classy, so luxurious.His hand dropped to my butt and he squeezed it hard, pressing me against his hard erection. "Fuck, you don't only look good. You feel good," he broke our kiss to say.His head dipped to my neck and he continued to kiss me there. Using his wet tongue to make a trail on my skin.I shivered, the breath from his mouth warming my flesh and tickling my nerves.I arched up to him, wanting more.His mouth, so sensual, so skillful, found the strap of my lingerie. Using his tee

Monalisa POV."Hi students, I'm Greg, the Professor who would be taking this class in Constitutional Law I."My pen rolled off my fingers and fell to the ground.Shocked, my lips parted as I gazed at the man in front of the class introducing himself.I couldn't believe my eyes.Greg was my Professor?I was definitely seeing things now.Maybe it wasn't him, it was just someone who looks like him.Some people had met real-life doppelgangers.Perhaps, that's what's happening to me.But his voice....The way he talked was so familiar.The man in front of the class was dressed immaculately in a blue V-neck cashmere sweater, a collared undershirt, and a tie. Below he wore black jeans and loafers.A transparent pair of glasses completed his outlook.Today, he was sporting a smart and casual dress code, which was so different from how I'd seen him at the bus station and at the club.The absence of his necklace and chest tattoos gave him an intellectual and introverted overtone.The Greg I kne

Monalisa POV.Bracing myself inwardly, I walked into his office and the assistant closed the door behind me, excusing himself.I saw Greg, reclining on a chair behind his big mahogany table, reading a bound copy of something.Must be someone's project or thesis.Once I walked in, he took off his glasses and put them on his table, along with the book.He waved me to a seat in front of his desk and I sat down.Then he laced his fingers together and leveled me with an accusing look, "Multiple personality disorder, really?" A smirk turned up his lip, "Is that the best thing you could come up with?"I shrugged."I knew it was you when my assistant, Steven, told me that my Therapist's daughter was here to see me," he drawled."He wasn't letting me in," I quickly spoke up.A chuckle rumbled deep in his throat, "First, you told my maid I owed you money. Now you're telling my assistant that I have mental problems."That made my gaze drop.Yes, I wasn't proud of lying. But in my defense, I was

Monalisa POV.Oh my God, I now have a boyfriend.Just like that.I didn't think he would agree to date me this easily, but he did.And he was the first boyfriend I ever had.Tommy had been a crush and Ethan had been a prospect.But Greg? He was officially mine.Well, for two months.It was more of a trial phase to see if we worked before we could go long-term.So when his hands palmed my waist and he raised me up to sit on his table, all I could do was look at him, marveling at how handsome he was.I couldn't believe my luck, how I'd manage to land myself such a hot guy.He wedged his hips between my legs, spreading them apart. My gown rode up my knees, exposing my golden brown skin to him.His eyes dropped to my lap, and he started touching me there, feeling my body as his fingers delved between my thighs, going for my pussy.Reflexively I snapped my thighs together, trapping his hand and stopping him halfway."What?" He met my eyes.I jerked a finger towards the door. "Your Assistan

Monalisa POV.Greg and I had just finished making love a few minutes ago when I walked out of his office.Panties in my bag, clothes rumpled and sandals barely buckled, I hurried to leave because I had another class in ten minutes.He promised to call me and told me to leave my email address with his assistant on my way out.So here I was, standing a few meters from Steven's desk while his eyes raked over me, taking in my appearance.I felt the hairs on my neck stand as he inspected me, from my disheveled hair that was flying in every direction, to my swollen lips with the cut on the bottom, then it dropped to my crinkled dress, and finally rested on my halfway buckled sandals.Heck.I should have taken more time to straighten myself out. I smoothed a hand over my hair, trying to rein in the stray strands.A knowing look entered Steven's eyes."Greg told me to leave my email with you," I said, trying not to meet his eyes."I hope you delivered your Mom's drugs in good condition," He s