All Chapters of The stepbrother I ran from is my new professor.: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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pregnancy scare

Chapter Thirty-One— pregnancy scare. ★Maliya's POV★ "You're quiet this morning." Micaiah's voice pulled me from my thoughts as we sat at the usual drop-off spot. I'd been staring out the window, watching other students walk toward campus with their backpacks and coffee cups, looking like they didn't have a care in the world. "Just tired." "You keep saying that." "Because it keeps being true." He studied me for a moment, his hand resting on the gear shift close enough to touch. "Mali—" "I should go. Don't want to be late." I grabbed my bag and got out before he could say anything else. Before the concern in his eyes could make me feel things I didn't want to feel. The walk to campus was cool and quiet. Early morning in Arizona, before the heat settled in. I found Stephanie at our usual spot, but instead of her typical bright energy, she was hunched over with her arms wrapped around her middle. "You okay?" I asked. "Cramps. These ones are killing me." She straight

who did this to you?

Chapter Thirty-Two— who did this to you? ☆Micaiah's POV☆ "Miss Santos, wait behind please." The words came out harsher than I intended. I'd been watching her all class—the way she wouldn't quite meet my eyes, the tension in her shoulders, the way she'd gripped her pen like she wanted to break something. Something was wrong. Students filed out, a few shooting curious glances between us. Stephanie Chen lingered near the door until Mali waved her off. Then it was just us. She stayed in her seat in the back, arms crossed, jaw set. Defensive posture. Like she was bracing for a fight. I moved down the aisle toward her, taking my time. "What's going on?" "Nothing." "Don't lie to me, Mali. You've been off all morning." "I'm fine." "You're not fine. You're angry." I stopped in front of her desk, leaning against it. "Who did this to you?" Her eyes snapped to mine. "What?" "Someone upset you. Who?" "Nobody upset me. I'm just—" She broke off, shaking her head. "It do

Elena

Chapter Thirty-Three— Elena ⚔Daemon's POV⚔ I shouldn't have been here. The coffee shop across from ASU's main campus was crowded with students cramming for exams and professors grading papers. I sat in the corner with a laptop open, pretending to work, while my attention stayed fixed on the window. On her. Maliya walked past with another girl—the friend, Stephanie. They were laughing about something, Maliya's face lit up in a way I hadn't seen before. Genuine. Unguarded. Beautiful. I checked my phone. Her schedule was pulled up—color-coded, cross-referenced with building locations and class times. I knew she had Statistics in fifteen minutes. Knew she'd grab coffee first from the cart near the library because she always did on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Knew her favorite order was an iced vanilla latte with oat milk. This was insane. I'd become the thing I'd always despised—a man obsessed. A stalker watching from the shadows, cataloging details about a woman who had no

mafia

Chapter Thirty-Four— mafia ☆Micaiah's POV☆ The rest of the day dragged. Office hours where students asked the same questions I'd answered in lecture. Department meetings about curriculum changes no one cared about. Paperwork that seemed designed specifically to waste time. All of it background noise to the real problem—Mali's face this morning. The fear in her eyes. The way she'd tried to push me away. Something had happened. Something she wasn't telling me. And I needed to know what it was. By the time I got home, it was past seven. The house was dark except for lights in the kitchen. I could hear movement, the sound of plates being set down. My phone buzzed as I walked in. Dad's name flashed across the screen. Of course. Dad: Checking in. You and Maliya doing okay? Me: We're fine. Dad: And the Daemon situation? I stared at the message. Richard knew about my operations—had known for years. He'd been the one to help me rebuild after everything collapsed. Quie

use protection

Chapter Thirty-Five— use protection ★Maliya's pov★ His lips met mine in a rush of heat, soft at first but quickly turning demanding, like he'd been starving for this moment as much as I had. Micaiah's room enveloped us—the dim lamp casting golden shadows over the rumpled sheets on his bed, the faint scent of his cologne mixed with something darker, more primal, hanging in the air. My back pressed against the door he'd just closed behind us, his body pinning me there, solid and unyielding. His hands were on my waist, fingers digging in just enough to send a thrill racing down my spine, straight to the ache building between my thighs. I kissed him back, my tongue sliding against his, tasting the faint bitterness of coffee and the sweetness that was uniquely him. God, I'd dreamed of this—his mouth on mine, claiming me after all the tension, the stolen glances, the unspoken desires that had simmered between us for years. My hands roamed up his chest, feeling the hard planes of muscl

bossy

Chapter Thirty-Six— bossy ☆Micaiah's POV☆ I woke to Mali's body pressed against mine, her head on my chest, one leg thrown over my hip. The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting everything in soft gold. This—her sleeping peacefully in my arms—felt more intimate than anything we'd done last night. My hand traced lazy patterns down her spine. She stirred, making a soft sound of contentment. "Morning," I murmured against her hair. "Mmm. Too early." "It's seven-thirty. We have class." "Don't care." She burrowed closer. "Five more minutes." "We don't have five minutes." "Then make time." I smiled and rolled her onto her back, settling between her thighs. Her eyes opened, still heavy with sleep, and something heated flickered in their depths. "This is not making time," she said. "Isn't it?" I kissed down her neck, her collarbone, the valley between her breasts. Her fingers threaded through my hair, nails scraping lightly against my scalp. "Micaia

sleeping with my stepbrother

Chapter Thirty-Seven— sleeping with my stepbrother ★Maliya's POV★"You look different."Chris's voice pulled me from my thoughts. We were sitting in the quad between classes, him with an energy drink and me with coffee that had gone cold twenty minutes ago."Different how?" I asked."I don't know. Happier? Less stressed?" He tilted his head, studying me. "Something changed."Heat crept into my cheeks. "Nothing changed. I'm just... adjusting.""To what?""Being back. Classes. All of it.""Uh huh." He didn't look convinced. "Well, whatever it is, it's working. You should keep doing it."If only he knew what "it" was.Sleeping with my stepbrother. Breaking about fifteen different ethical guidelines. Living in a constant state of anxiety that someone would find out."Thanks, I think.""So, party this weekend," he continued, shifting topics. "You coming?""I don't know—""Come on. You disappeared early last time. You owe me a full party experience.""I really don't think I owe you anythin

ethics

Chapter Thirty-Eight— ethics ★Maliya's POV★The lecture hall was already half-full when I arrived. I took my usual seat in the back, pulling out my notebook and trying to look like a normal student.Like I hadn't spent the morning in bed with the professor who was about to walk through that door.Students filtered in around me. A girl I didn't recognize sat in the front row, applying lip gloss. Two guys argued about last night's basketball game. Everything felt so ordinary, so normal.And I was sitting here with secrets that could destroy everything.Stephanie slid into the seat beside me at the last minute, slightly out of breath."Okay," she whispered. "Real talk. What's going on with you?""Nothing's going on.""You're acting weird. Like, weirder than usual. And you keep avoiding my questions about guys and—"The door opened.Micaiah walked in, and every thought in my head scattered.He looked professional. Dark slacks, navy button-down with the sleeves rolled to his elbows, hair

it's complicated

Chapter Thirty-Nine— it's complicated ★Maliya's POV★I cooked dinner to music.Something upbeat and meaningless playing from my phone while I moved around the kitchen, chopping vegetables and stirring sauce. The routine was soothing. Familiar. Something I could control when everything else felt like it was spiraling.Micaiah said he'd be home by seven. It was six-thirty now. Plenty of time to finish the chicken marsala and set the table.I caught myself humming along to the music and smiled.This was domestic. Normal. The kind of thing couples did—cooking dinner, waiting for each other to come home, sharing a meal at the end of the day.Even if we weren't really a couple.Even if this was temporary and probably doomed.For now, it felt real.Seven o'clock came and went.I turned off the stove and covered the food, keeping it warm. Maybe he was stuck in traffic. Or his meeting ran late. He'd text soon to let me know.My phone stayed silent.Seven-thirty.I set the table anyway. Two pl

club

Chapter Forty— club ☆Micaiah's POV☆ I punched the wall before I could stop myself. Once. Twice. Three times until my knuckles split and blood smeared across the white paint. The pain was sharp. Immediate. Nothing compared to the look on Mali's face when she'd called me her stepbrother. When she'd looked at me like I was nothing. Like we were nothing. I stared at my bleeding hand, flexing my fingers. The skin had torn across two knuckles. Deep enough to need stitches probably. I didn't care. "Fuck." The word came out raw. Broken. I'd fucked up. Monumentally. Catastrophically. Rhianna's call had come at ten last night. Hysterical crying about a break-in at her house. Glass everywhere. Her security system disabled. She was terrified, alone, begging me to come. And I'd gone. Because that's what the deal required. Public boyfriend. Visible support. Playing the role Barton had demanded. But I should have texted Mali. Should have explained. Should have done literally anything be

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