SEDUCING MY BIKER PROFESSOR のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

Leo's POV I stood right next to Nirvana but I was barely holding myself together. My stomach rolled with nausea. The alcohol I drank last night was punishing my body today. My mouth tasted foul and incredibly dry and every single breath felt like an effort.Then, I saw Jesse walking across the grass toward us.I could not stay. Seeing him approach, knowing he was about to offer that polite, pitying smile brought the pain right back to the surface. It hurt. I turned around before he could even reach us. I left Nirvana standing there and walked fast toward the campus library. I did not look back. Even when Nirvana called after me. I only adjusted my glasses and walked away. I bypassed the doors of the library and kept walking straight outside. Every single step I took sent a dull throb pounding behind my eyes. I sweat under my clothes. I just wanted to reach my dorm room. I wanted to crawl into my bed, pull the heavy blankets over my head and sleep until the nausea went away. Until t

ADRIAN'S POVThe crystal glass of scotch in my hand was sweating, the ice entirely melted. But I could not bring myself to set it down. I needed something to anchor my grip. If I let go of the glass, I knew exactly where my hands would end up.I hated every single second of this night. I hated the polite noise of this hall. I hated the tailored suit that felt like a straightjacket across my shoulders. But more than anything, I hated myself for agreeing to this brutal plan.When Ronan and I sat in my office and decided the only way to protect Nirvana was to freeze her out, it sounded completely logical. We were dangerous men running a violent motorcycle club, and the closer we kept her, the larger the target on her back became. Pushing her away was supposed to be the ultimate act of protection. I promised her brother I would maintain my distance. I was an arrogant fool to think I could actually do it.Ignoring her was tearing me apart from the inside. It took every ounce of my rigid d

NIRVANA'S POV I sat on the edge of my mattress, staring blankly at the wall of my bedroom. The morning sun was already bright, cutting directly through the curtains. But I had not slept for a single second. "Who is going to protect me from your brother?" That exact sentence kept repeating in my head. It looped over and over, drowning out every other thought. Adrian did not even wait for me to answer him. He delivered that dangerous reality, turned his back and walked right out of the classroom. He left me standing there in the dark, alone with my lips swollen from his mouth. I had taken my car back to the manor last night. The entire house was silent. Ronan was not home and Adrian never arrived. I paced the long, dark hallways for hours. I walked from the kitchen to the living room, checking the locks on the windows, looking out through the glass at the empty driveway. I waited for the familiar sound of his motorcycle. I waited for the heavy front door to swing open. I ju

LEO'S POVI parked my car in the paved driveway of the manor and sat behind the steering wheel for a long time. I stared at the imposing house. I had a perfectly good excuse to be here. I was checking on my best friend. Nirvana had been dealing with a lot of stress lately, and I told her I would come over so we could drive to the library together. It was a normal reason to knock on that front door.But I was lying to myself.I was not here just for Nirvana. I could not get Ronan out of my head. I could not stop thinking about the way he looked at me across the campus two days ago. It was a brief, intense and guarded stare before he turned and walked away. He had been avoiding me since then. And it was driving me insane. The sheer frustration of it burned in my chest. I needed to see him. I needed some kind of closure, or at least a reason why he kept running away from what was happening between us.I grabbed my keys, stepped out of the car, and walked up the front steps. I knocked.

Leo's POV I kicked the front tire of my car but the thud of my boot against the flat rubber did nothing to fix my problem. I was stranded on the side of a dark, empty road miles away from the university. My late shift at the campus library ended an hour ago. I just wanted to go back to my dorm room and sleep, but a loud pop from my tire ruined that plan. I stood there, frustrated and freezing in the cold night air. I had absolutely no idea how to change a tire. I grabbed the metal iron from my trunk and stared at the tight bolts, feeling useless.I humphed. But then, I heard the loud rumble of a motorcycle engine. A bright headlight illuminated the dark street before the bike slowed down and pulled over right behind my car.It was Ronan. He kicked his kickstand down and killed the engine. The sudden silence on the road was deafening. He stepped off the heavy bike. He was in his his dark leather jacket and boots. He looked exhausted and I saw the immediate annoyance flash across his