บททั้งหมดของ Secret Affair With My Professor : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Julian Harrison sat in the wide leather chair in his father’s office, his legs stretched out, tapping his shoe against the shiny floor. He hated this office. The heavy wooden shelves, the tall curtains, the smell of old books and cigar smoke. It all felt like the kind of place made for orders, not for living.His father sat behind the large desk, glasses on, flipping through some papers. He didn’t look at Julian as he spoke, and that made the words sting more.“You failed the course again.” His father’s tone was calm but sharp. “If you fail it once more, you will not graduate on time. You will spend another year in school. I will not allow it.”Julian rolled his eyes. “It’s not that serious. People fail all the time.”His father finally looked up. His grey eyes were hard, cold. “Not my son. You are a Harrison. We do not fail. Next year should be your final year in college. You should be preparing to take your seat in the company. Instead, you are playing games.”Julian sat up straight

Aiden Cole liked to be early. It gave him time to settle, to prepare, and to think. He arrived at the Harrison estate as usual, five minutes before the lesson. The staff knew him by now; the butler nodded politely and led him into the study.The study was bright with morning light. Bookshelves lined the walls, and a large polished desk sat in the center. Aiden placed his folder on the desk, removed his jacket, and adjusted his tie. Everything was ready.But the seat opposite him was empty.He glanced at the grandfather clock. Ten minutes passed. Then twenty. He did not tap his pen or pace the room. He simply waited, silent, calm, patient.Upstairs, Julian Harrison was sprawled across his bed in yesterday’s clothes. His blond hair stuck up in messy tufts. His shirt smelled of smoke and spilled alcohol, and his head pounded with a steady ache.The ringing of his phone woke him, an alarm he had ignored twice already. He groaned, rolled over, and pulled the blanket over his face. The part

Aiden woke to the sharp vibration of his phone. He rubbed his eyes, squinting at the caller ID. It was his mother. He answered anyway, forcing his voice steady.“Good morning, Mom.”Her tone was brisk, almost rehearsed. “Aiden, your father and I spoke with the Martins last night. Evelyn’s parents are ready to proceed. They think Christmas is a perfect time for the engagement announcement.”Aiden sat up straight. “Engagement?” His chest tightened.“Yes,” she said as though it were already decided. “Evelyn is such a lovely girl. Wealthy, stable, from a good family. This is a chance for you to build a future instead of wasting away in classrooms.”His jaw clenched. “I told you before, I’m not interested in...”“You don’t have the luxury to pick and choose,” she cut in, voice cold. “We’ve sacrificed for you, Aiden. Teaching doesn’t pay the bills. Do you want to struggle your whole life? Do you want to disgrace us?”“I’m not disgracing anyone,” he muttered, though it felt hollow.“You will

Aiden always thought silence could fix things. If you stayed quiet long enough, problems lost their power. But now, sitting in his office waiting for Julian, silence only made things worse.Every time Aiden closed his eyes, he saw flashes of what had happened the day before. Julian in that stall. The sound he made. The sight he was never meant to see.Aiden ran a hand through his hair and took a deep breath. It was a mistake, he told himself. Just an accident. But that didn’t stop his chest from tightening.When the door opened, he looked up, and there was Julian, walking in like nothing had happened. No guilt, no shame. Just that same careless air that followed him everywhere.“Morning,” Julian said, dropping his bag on the floor.Aiden adjusted his tie, keeping his face unreadable. “You’re early today.”Julian smirked. “You told me to take this seriously.”“I didn’t think you actually would.”Julian gave a lazy shrug and sat down opposite him. “I’m full of surprises.”Aiden ignored

JULIAN’S POVThe bass was the first thing I felt. Deep, heavy, vibrating through my ribs like a heartbeat that wasn’t mine. Lights flashed over the crowd, painting everything in blue and red. I’d lost count of how many drinks I’d had, and I didn’t care. That was the point. To stop thinking. To stop feeling.I just wanted Aiden out of my head.But no matter how loud the music got, I could still hear him. His voice, that calm and measured tone. The way he said my name like it was something worth saying. The way he looked at me like he wanted to and hated himself for it.I wanted to burn that image away.That’s when I saw him, the guy with sharp eyes and a wicked grin, dancing alone like he owned the floor. He looked at me once, slow and deliberate, and it was all the invitation I needed.I pushed through the crowd, every movement a dare, every beat a reason not to think. Our eyes met again, and he smiled like he already knew what I wanted. Maybe he did.When I reached him, he leaned in