Lahat ng Kabanata ng Forbidden Pleasure: Daddy's Favorite Student : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Elizabeth's POVFor what use was a brain when it wasn’t made use of in times like these?I should’ve known. I should’ve followed my gut. The signs were glaring, the late replies, the locked phone, the way he flinched whenever I mentioned Jennifer. The way he stopped smiling when he looked at me.But I ignored it. All of it.Because I loved him. Or maybe because I just needed to believe someone did. I wasn’t supposed to be at his place today. But I had finished my seminar early and thought I'd surprise him with lunch. Silly me.The door was cracked open, music playing faintly inside. I stepped in quietly, balancing the paper bag in my hands. And then I saw her.Jennifer Futon.Standing near his bed, buttoning up her blouse. Her lipstick was smudged, her eyes met mine and she didn’t flinch. Ethan stepped out of the bathroom behind her, a wet towel around his waist.“Ethan....,” My tone was cautious, wondering if my eyes were betraying me.Jennifer rolled her eyes. “Wow, you still come a

Elizabeth’s POVI woke up to the sound of my phone vibrating angrily on the nightstand.I groaned, barely shifting, and instantly regretted it. A sharp pain flared between my thighs. I winced, biting down on a gasp as I turned to my side. Every movement reminded me of last night. Every throb, every ache, every bruised spot on my skin was a souvenir he had left behind.Sebastian Gray.God.My phone vibrated again. I reached for it with a shaky hand, not to check the screen but to stop the noise. The sun shone through the slits in the curtain, casting soft shadows across the sheets.The same sheets he had pinned me against. The same ones I had clawed at when he whispered filth into my ear while making me feel things I never knew my body was capable of.I closed my eyes, reminiscing.He had asked me if I was sure.Twice.And both times, I had said yes. Desperately. Like the answer had been waiting on my tongue since the first day I walked into his class and saw him leaning against his de

Elizabeth's povI couldn't forget that night either, how he felt....how he made me feel. But I couldn't tell him that."Professor Gray, I am sorry but we have to, you're basically my step father and....I can't do this with you.""Elizabeth...."I didn't let him finish, I was already turning away, he didn't seem like he would transfer me....so I would do it myself.____Bullshit.The departmental head was even more frustrating, according to them, student reassignment to professor Gordon, the other professor was full, and so....I was stuck with Sebastian.And looking at my program slip, I had his class in few minutes."Attendance streak," I murmured, I couldn't miss his class even if I wanted to.I found myself sitting in the back of his class, my notebook in front of me, his eyes locked with mine for a brief moment, a sinful smirk stretching on his lips.But he turned to the white board and taught like I wasn't even there. And yet subconsciously I found myself leaning in.A cough snapp

Sebastian's povShe dropped the towel on my car seat instantly and slid out, walking briskly to her apartment door.I didn’t call after her.Because even without words, I could feel the war brewing inside her. Elizabeth Walters didn’t slam doors or throw tantrums. No, she hid behind sharp remarks and tighter ponytails. But tonight, she was quiet.She paused at the door, fumbling with her keys, her shoulders rigid beneath that soaked blouse. Her bag looked like it had absorbed half the rain in the city.The keys dropped from her hand and hit the pavement. I saw it, the brief shake of her head, the quiet curse. She picked them up quickly and disappeared inside before I could get out of the car.I didn’t move. I stayed parked out front for another full minute, watching the faint silhouette of her light switch on behind the sheer curtain. Her figure moved past the window.Then vanished.I ran a hand down my face, letting my head fall back against the seat. What the hell was I doing?She w

**Elizabeth’s POV**Without a moment’s hesitation, I stormed into the guest room and slammed the door behind me, the sound reverberating off the walls like a thunderclap.“Don't break down the door; this isn’t your house!" May's voice rang out, sharp and biting.“You don't have to be so mean, you know," I heard Sebastian interject softly, trying to calm the tension."What? She isn't welcome here, so don’t let her think she is," May retorted, each word dripping with disdain.The room enveloped me in warmth, a cozy sanctuary tailored for the chilly day outside, yet it did little to erase the gnawing feeling of being an unwelcome intruder. Every glimpse of May only deepened my longing for my dad. It was a cruel thought that clawed at my mind, but I couldn’t help but imagine a world where May had been the one to leave us behind.A few minutes later, Sebastian stepped inside, a freshly ironed oversized t-shirt draped casually over his arm. "I know this is your house, but at least knock be