All Chapters of His office my rules : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

ELII woke up like I had been hit by a truck.My head felt heavy, my body even heavier. The sun burned through the window like it had no mercy. My pillow was still a little wet from last night. My throat hurt. I didn’t remember when I fell asleep — just that it happened sometime between crying and going numb.I dragged myself out of bed, barely showered, barely ate. My hands felt too slow. My thoughts too loud. I didn’t even try to look good. Just put on a plain hoodie, pulled the sleeves down, and stared at myself in the mirror long enough to regret it. I looked like hell.School didn’t care.Law school especially didn’t care.Final year was no joke. We were neck-deep in Trial Advocacy, and our first assignment was already hanging over us like a guillotine. I threw on my bag and left the apartment, still half in a daze. Every step toward campus felt like I was walking through mud. I kept my head low, hoping no one would talk to me.Of course, that didn’t last.“Hey, hey, hey! Why are

CARTER I sat with my hands folded neatly on the table. The glass of red wine in front of me remained untouched. My father was talking about stock portfolios again. My mother kept nodding politely, her hand resting lightly on the armrest of her chair. The dining room was warm. Too warm. I could feel the heat crawling under my collar.“So, Liam,” my father said, turning slightly. “How’s criminology going?”Liam grinned. “Good. I’m taking a forensic psychology class this semester. Pretty cool stuff.”My father gave a small nod. “You’re not planning on becoming one of those criminal profilers, are you?”Liam laughed. “I don’t know. Maybe. I might go into policy work.”My father hummed, clearly unimpressed.He looked at me next. “And your first week at the university?”“Fine,” I said, slicing into my steak.“Settling in?”“Yes.”He waited. I didn’t say more.My mother stepped in, smiling gently. “You always liked teaching, Carter.”I nodded once. She raised an eyebrow but said nothing.T

CARTERI stacked the last of the case files into my briefcase. The office was quiet now. Students had cleared out hours ago. Just the sound of the clock ticking above the door.I closed the flap when I heard a knock.The door opened before I answered.Eli stepped in, clutching a folder to his chest like it might explode. His hair was damp again, sticking up in places like he’d run his hands through it too many times.“Uh—here.” He placed the folder on my desk quickly, like he was dropping off contraband.I looked at it. “What is this.”“The list,” he said. “Research assignments, grading sheets, uh… the stuff you asked for.”I opened it, scanned quickly. Organized. Neat handwriting. No mistakes. “Efficient.”He shifted on his feet. “Thanks… I guess.”I closed the folder. “You’ll need access to the source documents.”“Oh. Okay, sure. Where do I…?”“At my house.”He froze. Eyes wide. Shoulders locked. “Y-your house?”“Yes.”His mouth opened, closed. “Wait—you mean like… your house house?”

ELIMaya and I barely made it out of Carter’s office before she started.“So.”I side-eyed her. “So, what?”Her grin was wicked. “You. Him. Alone. Office. Dark suit. That jawline.”I groaned. “Maya—”“Don’t ‘Maya’ me. I saw your face when you walked out. You looked like you just got caught watching p**n at the library.”I covered my face with my hand. “Why are you like this?”“Because you make it too easy, sunshine.” She linked her arm through mine, leaning in close. “Come on, spill. Did he say something dirty?”I nearly choked. “What? No!”“Uh-huh. That’s a yes face if I ever saw one.”I scowled. “There is no ‘yes face.’”“There’s definitely a yes face. Yours is red.”“I’m not red.”“You’re tomato soup, babe.”I tugged my arm free. “It wasn’t anything. He told me to organize papers.”“Oh wow,” she gasped dramatically. “So sexy. Papers. God, I’m wet already.”“Maya.”“What? You don’t think office sex is hot?”My brain short-circuited. “We are not talking about office sex—”“—with Profe

ELIBrandon Pierce.My jaw nearly hit the floor as Dante dragged him past me.The Brandon Pierce. The guy plastered all over the news every other week for something—DUIs, fights, the rumors about girls he hurt, and his father swooping in to cover it up every damn time.And here he was. Limp. Bloody. Whimpering like a kicked dog.I hated myself for it, but a small, dark part of me felt… satisfied.Still, my stomach twisted.Because it wasn’t Dante who made me uneasy.It was Carter.I had followed him upstairs the second he stepped out of the car. The employees didn’t even stop me. They saw me with him, and they just let me through.I thought I’d catch him in a meeting. Maybe signing papers.I did not expect to walk in on him slapping Brandon Pierce like he was nothing. Twice. Hard.I did not expect to see Carter’s hand around the guy’s throat, face unreadable while Pierce turned purple.This wasn’t the cold professor who ignored my questions in class. This was something else. Something