Semua Bab Bend me over, Professor : Bab 31 - Bab 40

POV Anastasia “Delilah , please…” I’m sobbing so hard I can barely get the words out, standing outside her apartment at 11 AM looking like I’ve been emotionally waterboarded. “I need… I can’t—”The door flies open before I can even knock.“Holy shit, Anastasia !” Delilah ’s eyes go wide, taking in my completely destroyed state. “What the actual fuck happened to you?”I’m a disaster. Mascara streaking down my cheeks in black rivers, hair looking like I stuck my finger in an electrical socket, still wearing yesterday’s clothes that smell like shame and regret.“He’s… Jaden is—” I can’t even form sentences. I’m just standing there wailing like a banshee, doubled over on her doorstep.“Okay, okay, come here.” She pulls me inside, wrapping her arms around me while I absolutely lose my shit. “Was it another fight with Pretty Boy? Did he finally show his true colors?”“It’s over!” I manage to choke out be

POV Anastasia “I’m not going,” I said flatly, flopping back onto Delilah ’s bed like I weighed a thousand emotional pounds. “You could drag me across campus with a chain and I still wouldn’t show up.”Delilah didn’t even blink. “Don’t tempt me with the chain idea, babe.”I groaned into her pillow. “I’m serious.”“So am I,” she said, yanking open closet doors. “You’re going. And you’re wearing something slutty enough to haunt Jaden ’s dreams.”“No.” I turned my face away. “Hard no.”She ignored me. “You know who’s going to be there tonight?” she said, tugging out a black mini dress like it was holy. “Jaden . Rebecca. And—wait for it—Alex.”I looked up, slow. “Alex Rivera?”“Yes, Anastasia . The human golden retriever. The guy who defended you. The guy who keeps looking at you like he wants to tattoo your name on his abs.” She waved the dress in the air. “You. Him. A glass of wine. A smirk in Jaden ’s direction. Let the jealousy games begin.”“I’

POV Anastasia “Wow, is that your skirt from middle school? Because damn, those buns are out today, baby.”I adjust the hem of my definitely-too-short plaid skirt and give Delilah my most innocent smile. “What? This old thing?”“Anastasia , I can practically see your entire ass.”“Can you? Whoops.”She narrows her eyes. “You’re up to something.”“I’m literally just getting dressed for school.”“In a skirt that’s two sizes too small and a top that’s barely holding your boobs in. Very casual Tuesday vibes.”I grab my books and head for the door. “Ready for French class?”“Oh my god.” Delilah stops dead in her tracks. “Oh my GOD. You’re flirting with Professor Montelli .”“What? No.”“For revenge! Against Jaden ! You absolute genius psychopath!”“Delilah , I’m not—”“Girl, watch out for his wife, yeah? Mrs. Montelli seems sweet, but she’s got that whole ‘I’ll destroy

POV Anastasia “Anastasia ,” Mr. Montelli said as I slung my backpack over one shoulder. His voice was low, smooth, like he wasn’t just calling me but inviting me into something. “Could you stop by my office around five? I’d like to discuss your recent paper—and maybe a few extra credit opportunities.”My pulse jumped.“Sure,” I said, trying to sound casual even though my brain was already short-circuiting. “Five. Yeah. I can do that.”He smiled that perfect, polite smile. “Great. I’ll see you then.”And just like that, I spent the rest of my afternoon spiraling. Not over homework. Not over Jaden and Rebecca. But over what exactly “opportunities” meant when it came from him. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. About being alone with him in his office. About how close he stood during class, how his voice always got softer when he said my name. Maybe it was nothing. Maybe it was everything.At 4:59, I was standing in front of his door like an idiot rehear

POV Anastasia “Okay, not to be a hater,” Delilah said, licking the last bit of whipped cream off her iced latte straw, “but why was Zoey Montelli looking at you like you kicked her dog and slept with her dad?”I nearly choked on my iced tea. “What?”“I’m serious,” she said, brows up. “She was staring. Like laser-beam-to-your-soul energy. What did you do, accidentally wear her favorite shoes or something?”I forced a laugh. “She’s probably just… intense?”Delilah gave me a side-eye. “She’s always been intense, but that was personal.”I didn’t answer. Because… well. It was personal.It had only been two days.Two days since I bent over Professor Montelli ’s desk with my heart in my throat and his voice in my ear. Since I said yes to something I didn’t understand but craved anyway. Since I gave up control and let him see parts of me I didn’t even know I had.Yesterday, I didn’t have his class. I’d spent the whole day trying to act normal, trying