All Chapters of The Professor's Beautiful Secret: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Derrick’s POV “Oh fuck,” I muttered.“What is it?” Eliana asked, her eyes filling with concern.“That’s Susan’s car. Come with me.” I didn’t give her a chance to process the news before I dragged her away. I could hear the car door opening and closing just before we reached the hallway.Eliana suddenly jerked her hand away. Coming to a halt, she said, “Why do we need to hide from her? It’s not like she doesn’t know about us.”I glared at her, but I didn’t provide an answer because Susan was already opening the front door. Reclaiming her hand, I pulled her forcefully down the hallway.“Ow! You’re hurting me,” she protested.Hearing the pain in her voice made me relax my grip a little, but I still kept her wrist trapped in my palm. I took her to the guest bedroom, locking the door behind us as soon as we were inside.She whipped around to face me, her eyes accusing.I cut her off before she could talk. “Are you crazy?” My heart was slamming against the walls of my chest due to our narr

Derrick’s POVI sat patiently in my car, watching people come and go through my window. The sun had disappeared minutes ago. In its place, clouds were beginning to form in the sky. That was expected because it had been weeks since rain fell last. For the umpteenth time, I stared at the phone in my hand, wondering when it was going to ring.That was all I’d been doing for what was almost an hour now. William hadn’t come through the day I wanted him to, and I’d had no choice but to give him an extension. Now he was due to contact me, but all I got was silence from his end. How hard could it be to sneak a package into someone’s bag?I looked at the phone once more, then let out a frustrated sigh and tossed it onto the dashboard. If only I’d known that William was such a pussy.Scratch that. I knew he was a pussy, but I still went ahead and trusted him to deliver because I had no better option. Now I was paying the price for my lack of options. Not fair at all. But was fate ever?The soun

Eliana’s POV Derrick arrived just a few minutes before 12. By then, I was almost dying in anticipation of what the surprise was. I found it a little bit strange that I could be that excited about whatever he was about to show me. I hated surprises and I didn’t like people springing them on me. But something about this one felt different, like it was something I needed. By the time Derrick texted me to inform me that he was downstairs, my mind had already entertained a million guesses about what the surprise might be. Grabbing my purse, I exited my room and locked the door. It wasn’t until I stepped into the middle of the living room and Carmen moved that I spotted her standing in front of the window.She turned around slowly, her eyes teasing. “Off to meet your sugar daddy, aren’t you?”Since every response that came to mind was straight up harsh, I decided to keep my mouth shut and ignore her. I wasn’t going to allow her to soil my mood that afternoon. Instead of taking the hint,

Eliana’s POV “I want you, Derrick,” I said, reaching between us in search of his cock. “I want you now.”I found it easily, running my hand lightly over the length. Enjoying the way it affected his breath, I did it again, curling my hand around it. I was still yet to recover from the effects of his mouth and his fingers, but with his dick in my grip, I only found myself wanting to feel that way again. He was so huge in my hand that I could have sworn that he had grown bigger since the last time I’d been with him. That was over two weeks ago, when I’d given him a handjob in his car. I could remember him returning the favor right after. “Oh, fuck,” he groaned. “You’re going to make me cum quickly if you continue doing that.”I was still rubbing my hand on his cock, just like I’d done that day. I withdrew it as soon as he made his statement, not wanting him to burst before giving me what I wanted, needed. “Fuck me now.” I enclosed my hand around his cock again, but only because I want

Eliana’s POV I blamed Derrick for what happened, and at the same time, I also didn’t blame him. I blamed him because I was sure there were better ways he could have handled his shit with Susan that would totally erase any hope that she could still fight for him. Just like there had also been opportunities for him to handle Oliver before things went down the way they did. But Derrick being Derrick, he had fucked the whole thing up. Why I didn’t blame him was because I'd seen how intent Susan was on trying to come between us. Not that that did anything to mitigate the extent of my surprise and my shock about her recent actions. But if Derrick had been adept at handling things like he was supposed to in the first place, then we wouldn’t be where we were today. My phone rang as I was on the elevator ride up but I didn’t bother to check it, knowing that it would be him calling. He was the last person I wanted to talk to at that moment. When I got to the apartment, I met it locked, to my