Semua Bab The Professor's Beautiful Secret: Bab 51 - Bab 60

Eliana's POV The scorching afternoon sun was more than unpleasant as I made my way towards the sports complex. Annabelle had ghosted class that morning just so she could go watch her crush on the court. For the third day in a row, she was spending all her free time with him, but today was the first time that that free time came at the expense of class. It had almost been a month since I'd arrived at Emerald and things were way different from how I expected them to be. With everything that bad happened between Professor Matthews, Carmen and Oliver, it felt more like I'd been there for over a year. The melodious sound of my ringtone suddenly interrupted my thoughts and I allowed a frown as I pulled the phone out of my pocket. People rarely called me. Aside from Annabelle, Patrick was the only other person that had called me recently and I’d taken every possible step to make sure his call never bothered my phone again. Plastered across the screen of my phone was an unknown number. My

Eliana's POV Almost twelve hours after the last text I sent to Professor Matthews, I finally got a response from him. By then, a million different thoughts had run through my mind and all of them pointed to one thing—I was doomed. My relationship with Professor Matthews, as pleasurable as it was, could now be compared to the toxic one I endured with Patrick. While I was still with Patrick, I spent every day of my life regretting getting involved with him, but he and his cruel, manipulative ways were to blame for that. Now, with Professor Matthews, Oliver's intense witch-hunt was already sowing seeds of regret within me. In the last twenty-four hours, I lost count of how many times I found myself imagining how my life at Emerald would be without him. Only one word came to mind. Empty. Despite everything that was happening, I couldn't deny the amount of pleasure and fulfillment that the relationship had brought to me. All things considered, my relationship with him qualified as a bitt

Eliana's POV The air was chilly when I stepped outside, compelling me to wrap my arms around myself. I immediately regretted not reaching for a jacket after I'd gotten Professor Matthews'—Derrick’s text to meet up. I'd been on my bed, as I had for the last five hours, when I got the text. After calling Wade and using a false sickness as an excuse to miss work, I'd spent the rest of the evening and the first few hours of the night cooped up in bed. But my thoughts denied me the rest I hoped to get. I might as well be really sick because I felt nothing close to being okay. The only thing that chose to spare me from its presence that evening was tears. No matter how overwhelming the thoughts that weighed on my mind were, the tears refused to turn up. And that was what I needed the most. Another soft gust of wind blew across as I made to cross the illuminated street. That was the fourth one in the few minutes since I'd stepped outside. I might as well be wearing no clothes because the

Eliana's POV “I have to go now,” Derrick said, interrupting the silent atmosphere in the car. “I gotta handle a few other things before I call it a day.”That was the first thing either of us said after almost ten minutes. Being wrapped in his arms had felt so good that it took a lot of effort to decide to pull away. As soon as I was out of his embrace, his palm cupped the side of my face and his lips closed down on my own. A jolt of electricity ran up my body and I grabbed onto his arm, seeking more of his lips. The kiss was slow and intoxicating and it stole away my breath. I squirmed in my seat, adjusting so I could get into a better position to enjoy his lips. And I did just that. I drank in every taste of him like it was the last one I was going to get. As the kiss went on, I felt a familiar throbbing in my loins. He stuck his tongue into my mouth and I welcomed it gladly, twirling my own around it. He broke the kiss first, just as my hand was beginning to find its way to his

Eliana's POV After locking the door, my first instinct was to rush Derrick into the room. Then I remembered that my annoying, nosy roommate was absent and I had him sit in the living room instead. He settled into the rarely occupied couch with a heavy sigh. The sigh fell somewhere between an exhausted and a worried one. I took my seat beside him, leaving only a few inches between us. None of us said anything for the first few minutes and I was left wondering what was going through his mind. Mine was blank, after spending the last few hours torturing myself with the different ways my session with the committee would go. It was safe to say that I was fucked because none of them had ended well. If I couldn't even survive the interrogation in my head where I had control, what was I to expect from the real one?“Dammit,” Derrick said angrily, breaking the fairly comforting silence. “What?” I asked, meeting his gaze.He made frantic gestures with his hands. “This. Everything. It's just