SEDUCING MY BIKER PROFESSOR のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

Nirvana's POV The silence in the dining room was so heavy it actually made my ears itchy. I sat at the long table and stared down at my untouched plate of food. Adrian sat directly across from me. He wore a perfectly tailored dark charcoal suit and a crisp white shirt, looking exactly the way he did when he stood behind his podium at college. In his hand was the morning newspaper, and a cup of black coffee in the other. He did not look up when I walked into the room. He did not offer a greeting. He simply turned the page of his paper and took another sip of his coffee.I kept waiting for the facade to drop. I kept waiting Xafor him to lower the newspaper, meet my eyes, a give me some sort of silent reassurance that the intimacy we shared had actually happened. I needed him to acknowledge me. I needed him to show just a fraction of the possessive emotion he displayed when he shoved me behind him and drew his weapon to protect me from the stalker.But he gave me absolutely nothing.

Nirvana's POV It's been a few days since Jesse arrived in New York and Leo kept throwing looks and flirty remarks at him. It was adorable. It's the first time I've seen him show interest in anyone. We went to a bar last night and each one of us got drunk before I hailed an Uber home. I opened my eyes to a completely empty house.I reached for my phone on the nightstand immediately, hoping to see a missed call or a text message, but my screen was blank. Although drunk, I had stayed awake in my dark bedroom for hours. I listened to the heavy silence of the manor until exhaustion finally forced my eyes shut. I fell asleep long before Ronan even returned from whatever business kept him out so late into the night.The sharp pain of rejection settled heavily in my chest as I got out of bed. They were both shutting me out, both of them. Adrian was ignoring what happened between us, pushing me away to maintain his cold professor act. Ronan was hiding the dangerous reality of his life from

Adrian's POV The living room was supposed to be empty but Leo was sitting on my sofa. He was sitting too close to Nirvana. Their thighs were pressed together and touching. He had his arm stretched out along the back of the leather cushions, resting behind her. My jaw clenched so hard. I stared at his arm, my mind instantly picturing exactly where his fingers were resting. Was his hand brushing against her bare skin? How dangerously close was he to touching her butt? Then, I actually looked at what she was wearing and a violent wave of possessive anger hit my chest. Nirvana wore a white tank top that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. I could clearly see the shape of her underneath the thin fabric. Her shorts were practically nonexistent, barely covering her butt and exposing the entire length of her bare legs to the kid sitting next to her. I wanted to storm into the sitting room, grab Leo by his shirt, and throw him out the front door. But I forced my hands deep i

Nirvana's POV I sat on the edge of my bed and stared at the blank screen of my phone. The morning sun filtered through the curtains but my room felt cold. I could not stop thinking about Leo. The fight we had in the studio yesterday replayed over and over in my head. I hated the strain between us. I hated knowing he was sitting in his dorm room feeling utterly humiliated and rejected.I needed to fix it. We had made up after the argument, but the tension was still there. I could not let him pull away from me.I unlocked my phone and pulled up his contact. I hit the call button before I could talk myself out of it. I brought the phone to my ear and listened to it ring.It rang four times. I thought he was going to send me to voicemail, but the line finally clicked open."Hello?" Leo said. His voice was quiet and incredibly rough, like he had not slept at all."Hey," I said softly. "It’s me."A heavy pause stretched over the line. "I know.""I just wanted to call and check on you," I

Nirvana's POV I stood frozen in the doorway, my eyes darting between my friend and the empty hallway my brother had just disappeared down. I shook the confusion from my head and stepped fully into the dining room.The smell of alcohol hung in the air. I looked at the half-empty bottle of whiskey on the table and then down at Leo. He was completely knocked out. A heavy ache hit my chest. He had been so active and talkative before I left to buy the paint. He had smiled and laughed at my jokes. I realized right then that he had been faking it. And I had fell for it.He put on a brave face just for me, hiding how much the rejection was still tearing him apart inside. The second I left him alone in the house, he reached for the closest thing he could find to numb the pain.I walked over to his chair. I could not leave him slumped over the hard wood all night. I hooked my arms under his shoulders and tried to lift him up. He was entirely dead weight. I pulled harder, struggling to keep my