บททั้งหมดของ PROFESSOR'S PET (M×M): บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

ETHAN'S POVThe afternoon stretched into an agonizing, interminable wait. I lingered on campus long after my last class, the empty hours a heavy weight I had to carry minute by minute. I’d only had two lectures, both in the morning, leaving the entire rest of the day yawning open before me.A part of me thought about going home to change, to prepare, but a larger, more paranoid part was terrified that if I left, Professor Kai would find a reason to cancel. So I stayed, haunting the library and empty common rooms, watching the clock on my phone with a feverish intensity.Finally, 6:00 PM. I stood up so fast my chair scraped loudly against the floor. As I walk to the humanities building was a blur of cold evening air and my own thudding heartbeat. The halls were nearly deserted, silent except for the distant hum of a vacuum cleaner and the echo of my own footsteps.I saw his office door from down the corridor, and I pace slowed as I approached it, the earlier excitement curdling into

KAI’S POVThe door clicked shut behind Ethan, the sound echoing in the office. I walked back to my desk, my steps heavy, and sank into my chair, as It creaked under my weight, but I barely noticed. My mind was a storm, swirling with what had just happened.What the hell did he just say? Did Ethan, that small, naive kid with those wide, desperate eyes, just offer himself to me? Like he was some kind of… sacrifice?My fingers gripped the edge of the desk, knuckles whitening. This wasn’t new, to me actually, because Rodney had done the same thing back then—threw himself at me, begging to be mine, and now we were tangled in a mess I couldn’t escape. He is always over me, an over obsessive boy I can't seems to throw away. And now Ethan? What was he thinking? What the hell was he doing?I leaned back, running a hand through my hair, trying to make sense of it. Ethan was diffrent from Rodney, actually, because Rodney was bold, acknowledging, and chasing thrills. Ethan… he was soft, f

ETHAN’S POV“Run! Go!” The masked man’s voice rang in my ears, sharp and commanding, cutting through the fog of pain and fear, in me. I scrambled to my feet, my body aching from the punches and kicks. My lip throbbed, blood trickling down my chin, and my side burned from where one of those thugs had kicked me. I grabbed my torn bag and ran, my legs shaky but moving on instinct. I didn’t look back, and I couldn’t. Tonight was a nightmare, and I prayed it would never happen again.After leaving Professor Kai’s office, my heart still raw from his rejection, and glimmer of hope. I’d rushed to the college exit, because It was already dark, and the campus swallowed by shadows, and I was desperate to catch the last bus. I whispered a silent prayer as I hurried, my sneakers slapping against the pavement.‘Please, let the bus still be there.' I only had five bucks left—everything else spent on snacks earlier—and that was my only way home. My dad gad went on a trip, probably one of hi

My heart pounded in my chest, a frantic rhythm that matched the slow, deliberate twist of my right hand on the door handle. My left hand, hidden behind my back, gripped the cold steel of the knife tucked into my waistband, its weight a silent promise of protection. I took a shaky breath, the air catching in my throat, and pushed the door open, barging into the house with a surge of adrenaline.The living room greeted me with eerie silence, its dim corners bathed in the soft glow of a single lamp. Empty?My eyes darted around, searching for any sign of intrusion, but the stillness was broken by faint sounds, a low hum, the clatter of dishes, from the kitchen. My pulse quickened... Someone was here. My shoes clicked softly against the plush rug as I crept forward, each step deliberate, my body coiled like a spring ready to snap. The knife felt heavier now, a reminder of the danger I might face. I steeled myself and stormed into the kitchen.But the sight that met me stopped me cold

KAI’S POVI sat up in bed, my head spinning, trying to wrangle the chaos in my mind Everything was moving too fast—too many pieces on the board, and I needed to focus on the mission now more than ever. The bug in George’s house was live, feeding me his secrets, but Pedro had other plan. Marriage?With Neil? The word felt like a punch to the gut. Absurd didn’t even cover it. I wasn’t that man, not for Pedro, not for anyone. My chest tightened, a mix of anger and dread clawing at me.I shoved myself off the bed, my movements sharp, and stomped to the treadmill. Not to run, though—my body was too heavy, my mind too scattered. I jabbed the power button, shutting it off with a low hum. Then my stomach growled, loud and insistent, reminding me I wasn’t invincible. Tough guy or not, I needed food.I dragged my feet to the kitchen, the cold floor biting at my soles. My hands moved on autopilot, opening the cupboard to find flour, sugar, baking powder, and eggs. Pancakes, the one thing I