All Chapters of On My Professor's Desk: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Silence.Ava turned toward the window again, her reflection ghosting in the glass. For a moment, she looked like she might lie, or laugh it off. But the weight in her chest wouldn’t let her.Her voice came out barely above a whisper. “You wouldn’t understand.”“Try me.”Ava swallowed hard. “He’s older. He’s someone I shouldn’t have feelings for. It started… unexpectedly. And it ended badly.”Camille’s heart kicked. “Ended?”Ava nodded. “He made it clear that whatever happened between us couldn’t continue. And I thought I was fine with that. Until I realized I wasn’t.”Camille was quiet for a beat. “Does this older man happen to be someone who works in our school?”Ava didn’t answer. She didn’t need to. The silence was enough.Camille’s stomach twisted. “Ava… please tell me it’s not who I think it is.”Ava’s fingers tightened around the window frame, knuckles pale. “I told you, you wouldn’t understand.”“I do,” Camille said, her voice dropping. “And that’s what scares me. Because if it

Ava spent the rest of the week in a fog of restless anticipation. Every lecture, every conversation blurred into white noise. Her mind was already at the hotel—replaying how it would feel to finally be near him again, to feel that same silent pull she had tried for months to forget.Dr. Reid hadn’t texted again after sending her the details. The message had been brief, impersonal, almost cold:"Room 225. Westview Hotel. Friday, 6 PM. Don’t tell anyone you’re coming."Still, Ava had read it a dozen times, memorizing every word.By Friday morning, she stood in front of her mirror, her suitcase half-zipped and her heart pounding. She had tried on three different outfits before settling on one—a soft cream blouse that hinted at innocence and a pair of fitted jeans that did the opposite. Her hair fell in loose curls over her shoulders, and she dabbed a touch of perfume at her neck, the one she knew he liked.Camille’s voice broke through her thoughts. “You’re all dressed up. Going somewher

Fuck me William, degrade me like a bitch, Use me."Her dirty talk charged him, and before he knew it, he was inside her for the fifth time that night.'AHHHHHHH...Yes fuck meeeeee, Ahhhhhhh. Fuck your favorite student."With each thrust, both Dr. Reid and Ava was inching closer to climax. He started biting her boobs while he ravaged her pussy, making her all the more crazy."Fuckkkkkk. Your cock is so big, so sweet inside me.""Better than your boyfriend huh?""You're the only man I want to fuck."Hearing her answer, Dr. Reid pace increased."Ohhhhh yes, ohhh yesssssss. Fuck me like you own me."She was twisting her face in weird shapes, as if she was not here anymore. As if some carnal demon has possessed her, and fucking him was some kind of ritual dance. After what seemed like forever, both of them came simultaneously.The next morning, Dr. Reid opened his eyes. Where was he? He was lying on some bed. Something was rubbing his dick. In sudden panic he looked down, and found Ava's t

Ava didn’t remember half the steps it took to leave the dorm.She only remembered the moment the call ended — William’s voice rough, unsteady, nothing like the controlled, measured professor who always spoke with certainty. His “I need to see you” echoed through her like a pulse, every word a spark that lit up her nerves.She moved like someone hypnotized.Shoes on. Phone in bag. Jacket pulled over trembling shoulders.Camille was asleep when Ava slipped out. She didn’t leave a note. She didn’t even lock the door quietly — she simply walked, heart hammering, feet barely touching the ground.Her Uber arrived in minutes. The driver didn’t even glance at her as she climbed in.The ride felt endless.Every streetlight flickering past the window threw her deeper into thoughts she couldn’t untangle.Why had he called? What happened after she left the hotel? Why did he sound… broken?She pressed her forehead to the cold glass, breathing slowly.William had always been composed to the point

Ava barely slept in the motel room after Dr. Reid left her to go be with his wife.By the time she slipped back into campus at dawn — hair tossed from the night, lips swollen from William’s desperate kisses, the motel’s thin cotton sheets still ghosting her skin — she felt like a shadow of herself. Her nerves buzzed with equal parts dread and longing.She entered the dorm quietly, praying Camille was still asleep.She wasn’t.Camille sat on her bed with her arms crossed, fully awake, face bare but sharp with suspicion. She looked like someone who had been waiting. Thinking. Stewing.Ava froze in the doorway.“Ava?” Camille’s voice was calm — too calm. “Where were you last night?”Ava swallowed, forcing her expression into something neutral. “Jason called, and he—”“That’s interesting,” Camille cut in, eyes narrowing, “because I talked to Jason this morning.”A chill swept across Ava’s spine.Camille stood, folding her arms tighter. “And guess what? He said he has not seen you after yo