All Chapters of HER PROFESSOR'S GOOD GIRL: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

IMANILunch was horror.I sat through it like a ghost, hands in my lap, food untouched on the plate in front of me. The noise around the table was loud, laughter, jokes, Valeria’s shrill voice carrying above the rest. But inside my head, everything was muffled, like I was underwater.What the fuck is this!Aaron sat beside me, too close, his arm brushing mine whenever he leaned back. His smirk never faded. Every second stretched, every breath too heavy.“Aaron, please let me go,” I begged.“Come on, relax,” he said to me. “Damn, you are so uptight,” he rolled his eyes comically.“She is always like that,” Valerie chipped in. “Never knowing how to have fun,” she tsked. Soon his friends joined us, sliding into chairs with loud greetings, all of them drawn to Valeria’s side of the table. She thrived under their attention, tossing her hair, making jokes at my expense whenever she could squeeze them in.It didn’t matter. Their disinterest in me was written all over their faces. They ba

IMANII slipped into class early, my eyes scanning the room the moment I stepped inside. My chest tightened, searching for him.No Aaron.Relief washed through me, loosening my shoulders a little. That made three classes in a row he has missed. It should have felt like freedom, but instead, unease curled in my stomach. Aaron never passed up an opportunity to make my life hell.A cynical part of me hoped he’d been run over by a truck, lying unconscious in some hospital bed. The thought startled me, dark and cruel, and I quickly shook it off. Don’t be that person, Imani.The chatter around me quieted as Stephan walked in, the usual hum of energy following him. “Settle down,” he instructed, voice smooth and commanding.When he looked up, our eyes met.Heat shot through me as my mind betrayed me, flashing back to that moment in his car days ago; his fingers deep inside me, the press of his hand forcing me to lick them clean while Mom and Declan sat in plain sight through the window. My

IMANIThe hallway was quiet, my footsteps echoing as I clutched the assignment to my chest. Thanks to Valerie, of course, everyone had to submit individually now. Her “brilliant” idea was praised by half the class, but I knew she was looking for an opportunity to be alone with Stephan. I knocked softly at his office door, my nerves buzzing. Without waiting for his voice, I pushed it open.And froze.Valerie was perched on the edge of his desk, her skirt rucked high on her thighs, her jacket sliding off one bare shoulder. Her glossy lips curved in a smile as she leaned toward him. Stephan sat back in his chair, composed, expression unreadable.The sight sliced through me like glass.My throat tightened. I couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. Valerie’s gaze flicked over her shoulder, landing on me. The smirk she gave me was pure poison.“Oh,” she purred, swinging one leg slowly like she hadn’t a care in the world. “Didn’t realize we had an audience.”Heat rushed to my face, humiliation b

IMANIThe morning air buzzed with chatter as students crowded near the bus, backpacks slung over shoulders, voices high with excitement. I clutched my own bag tightly and held my suitcase to my side, trying to slip into the line quietly, unnoticed.It didn’t work.Shoulders bumped me left and right, elbows jostling me until I stumbled back. Every time I tried to step forward, someone else cut in, sliding into the bus without even looking at me. By the time the line thinned, my chest burned with humiliation.When I finally looked up, only two of us were left standing outside.Valeria.Of course.And me.The bus was already filled with students, every seat taken except one.“Well,” Valeria said brightly, flipping her hair over her shoulder, “guess I’ll have to ride with you, Professor Stephan.” Her tone dripped with fake innocence, her hand already brushing her skirt straight as though she was presenting herself.“It’s perfect, really,” she looked at Stephan and flashed a sweet smile t

IMANIThe first night at camp passed quietly enough, just bonfire and playing games. Laughter and chatter buzzed around me as students roasted marshmallows and told stories, some spookier than others. I just kept to myself mostly, enjoying everyone’s story.Morning came brisk and cool, mist curling low over the trees. We gathered after breakfast, the whole group buzzing as Stephan led us toward the historical site. He wore his usual composed expression, glasses perched on his nose in a way that made him extremely irresistible, every inch the professor though my body remembered every inch of him in ways no one else new.The path was narrow, flanked by thick foliage. After about an hour, the trail opened to a clearing where crumbling stone foundations lay scattered across the earth.“This,” Stephan began, gesturing to the ruin, “is one of the most enigmatic sites in this part of the world. Historians argue over what it used to be. Some call it a failed settlement. Others say it wasn’t