All Chapters of PROFESSOR'S PET (M×M): Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

ETHAN'S POVNumb!My hands shook, a violent tremble that had me fumbling as I scrambled for my phone, in my pocket. The cold dread in my stomach was ice, spreading rapidly, 911. I need to call 911!But before I could dial, a hand shot out, his hand, wrapping around my wrist. His grip was surprisingly strong, hot against my skin, and it stopped me completely. He pulled my hand, and the phone, down onto the desk with a dull thud.“Just stop,” he grunted, the words strained, forced through clenched teeth, as he lifted his head slowly, as if it were made of lead.I trembled, my gaze locked on his face, so up close, the evidence of his distress was even more stark. His striking features were pale, tension carving lines around his mouth, and his eyes, when they finally focused on me, were a bloodshot, stormy blue, the dark circles beneath them like bruises. A fine sheen of sweat still glistened on his temples. “Are you alright?” I asked, my voice a thin, almost unrecognizable.He brought

~NEXT DAY~ETHAN'S POVThe cold floorboards bit into my bare feet as I practically launched myself out of bed. For the first time this year, morning light didn’t feel like an accusation. It felt like an invitation. My head was still buzzing, my skin still humming from yesterday, from him. Professor Kai,I spent an absurd amount of time on my hair, taming the dark curls until they fell just right, and a subtle sweep of mascara to make my eyes pop. A single, careful spritz of a woody cologne on my wrist, as I checked my reflection in the mirror, a nervous energy thrumming under my skin.I knew I was all ready, and I grabbed my backpack and yanked the door open, ready to fly down the stairs.And I slammed right into a solid wall of my past.My dad stood there, a familiar plate of steaming eggs and toast in his hands. The daily offering! His daily ritual of guilt . He does this every morning, dropping food on my table, but the next day, he takes the old one and replaces it with a new

ETHAN'S POV The cold morning air was a slap in the face, a brutal clarity that did little to clear the static roaring in my head. I'm not supposed to be here. I stumbled away from the garage, even before they finish. I didn't want to see anything, I didn't want to see how it'll end. My polished shoes scuffing against the asphalt, each step feeling clumsy and uncoordinated. That blonde guy kissed him, and he kissed him back. The image was burned onto the back of my eyelids: Professor Kai’s strong hands, the ones I’d imagined on my skin, coming up to rest—not to push away, but to hold—on that man’s arms. The raw, hungry intensity of that kiss, It wasn't friendly, It was a claiming. My chest ached with a hollow, sickening feeling. I’d woken up feeling today, purpose thrumming through my veins for the first time in a year, all because of a single, charged moment with him yesterday. Now that feeling curdled into something ugly and desperate. I’d dressed up for him, I'd m

The air left my lungs in a silent rush, and there he was, the charming Professor Kai.He sat in a low, plush armchair, one leg crossed over the other, a picture of imposed calm. A crystal decanter of amber liquid and two empty glasses sat on the low table before him, next to a scattering of papers that felt so out of place here, a stark reminder of the world we’d left behind. The city lights glittered behind him like a scattered handful of diamonds, but they were just a backdrop. My entire world had narrowed to him.His dark eyes lifted from the glass he was contemplatively turning in his hand, meeting mine. The intensity in them was a physical force, holding me motionless in the doorway.“Ethan,” he said, and my name was a low, resonant vibration in the quiet room. So different from the ‘Mr. Ray’ he’d wielded like a shield. “You’re late.” His voice was the calmest I’d ever heard it, a deep, controlled tone that belied the electric charge in the air.I managed a weak, negative shake

ETHAN'S POVI stared at the white ceiling, my hands still clenched tightly in the duvet as if it were a lifeline. Professor Kai’s warmth radiated beside me, our ragged breaths the only sound in the opulent silence. My entire body hummed, a live wire of sensation and disbelief.For the first time this year, I felt… satisfied. Whole... Filled in a way I hadn’t known was possible. The thought was a dizzying, electric current zipping under my skin. It was all so unbelievably real.“Do you need water?” Professor Kai’s voice was a low rumble, cutting through the dizzying aftermath of my thoughts.“Yes… please,” I managed, my own voice sounding foreign and thin. I nodded, not trusting myself to form more words. He shifted, the mattress dipping as he rose. My eyes, seemingly of their own volition, tracked his movement. His body was a study in controlled power, even now, his dick was there, glistening at the tip of his softness, strip of cum still visible, it was a reminder of what we’d ju