All Chapters of THE PROFESSOR'S SECRET GIRL: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

“Strange. She’s read my message, but she still hasn’t replied. Where did she even go?” Renata muttered as she rose from the bathtub, water dripping from the ends of her hair. She pulled her bathrobe around her body and walked toward the vanity where Dominic was seated, facing the mirror as he dried his hair.Dominic glanced at her. “What now?”“Selly,” Renata answered, her voice a mix of annoyance and worry.Dominic let out a long sigh. “Oh God. Still about that.”“Yes, because I’m worried, Dom!” Her reply came out sharper than she meant it to.Dominic switched off the hair dryer and turned to her fully. “Sweetheart… you know being excessive isn’t good.”Renata pouted, her gaze dropping to the floor. The uneasiness in her shoulders was clear, as if she was embarrassed by her own anxiety.Dominic patted his thigh gently. “Come here.”Renata stepped closer, and Dominic guided her onto his lap. The moment her body settled against him, her breathing grew tight, nervous—as if her mind was

Selly couldn’t take it anymore.Alex’s tongue had just dragged across her again, slow, deliberate, wicked, right as Helena threw her head back laughing at one of Cedric’s stories about his crazy lecturer in London. The jolt shot through Selly like lightning. Heat flooded between her thighs, slick and unstoppable, soaking the leather seat beneath her. Her cheeks burned crimson; her breath came in ragged little gasps; tears pricked at the corners of her eyes.“I—I need the bathroom,” she blurted, voice hoarse. She stood too fast; the chair scraped loudly against the floor. Every head turned.Cedric’s brow creased with worry. “Sel, you okay?”“I’m fine, just… need to splash some water on my face. It’s hot in here,” she managed, forcing a brittle smile before bolting from the dining room.The hallway stretched forever. Her legs shook. With every step the silk of her maroon dress brushed against bare, wet skin, reminding her, cruelly, that there was nothing underneath.She slipped into the

The connecting door closed with a soft click that rang in Selly’s ears like a gavel falling.Alex stood framed in the dim glow of the bedside lamp, his tall frame casting a long shadow across the polished wooden floor. The black pajama pants hung low on his hips, the short-sleeved shirt open all the way down his chest, revealing the hard lines of muscle that age—in his late fifties—hadn’t softened. Those green eyes locked onto her instantly, hungry and merciless.Selly perched on the edge of the bed, fingers clenched so tightly in the white sheets that her knuckles went bloodless. Her breathing came shallow and fast. She was still in the same maroon dress—crumpled now, carrying the faint scent of wine and sweat.“Prof… please,” she whispered, the words barely audible. “Cedric’s upstairs. Helena too. If they hear…”A thin smile curved his mouth as he stepped deeper into the room. He wasn’t in a hurry. His stride was slow, deliberate—the gait of a predator who knew his prey had nowhere

The next morning, campus buzzed louder than usual. Students streamed along the cobblestone sidewalks, laughter and chatter blending with the rumble of scooters parked along the curb. The sun climbed high, but the December breeze still carried enough bite to make Renata tug her denim jacket tighter around her.She hurried from the parking lot toward the faculty building, backpack slung over one shoulder, long brown hair swaying in the wind. Today’s early lecture was her favorite—Abnormal Psychology—but for some reason, ever since she’d hopped off her ride-share, something felt off.Like someone was watching her.Renata glanced over her shoulder. The lot was packed, everyone caught up in their own rush. Nothing suspicious. Still, the feeling clung to her, stubborn as static—a pair of eyes glued to her back, unblinking.Probably just my imagination, she told herself, quickening her pace.Inside the building, the long, air-conditioned hallway felt quieter. She climbed to the second floor,

Cedric stood at the corner of the hallway, his broad frame blocking Renata’s only escape. The dying light of dusk filtered through the window at the far end, casting his face in deeper shadow—making him look more menacing than she’d ever seen him. His eyes were bloodshot, breath ragged, fists clenched so tight at his sides it seemed he was fighting not to explode.Renata couldn’t move. Her bag hung limp from her shoulder, legs rooted to the tiled floor. Alex’s scent still clung to her—sweat, expensive cologne, and something far dirtier. She knew her face must be ghost-pale, her skirt not quite straightened, hair a little wild.“What were you doing in my father’s office, Renata?” he repeated, voice low and piercing, like a blade sliding in slow.Renata opened her mouth, but nothing came. Tears welled instantly, spilling down her cheeks.“I… Ced… I can explain…” she finally whispered, voice cracking. “It’s… it’s not what you think…”Cedric took a step closer, forcing her to back up unti