All Yours, Professor のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 39

~ Nicholas's POV ~ I chuckled for the fifth time, the sound low and amused as Sylara's frightened face inside the stall replayed vividly in my mind. God… the way her eyes had widened. It was ridiculously funny to see her so terrified over nothing. I didn't even lift a finger to help her. I simply stood there, watching, because she looked unbelievably cute when she was panicking. Her lips pressed nervously against each other, trembling slightly, while her wide doe eyes kept darting around like a trapped animal searching for escape. Every second that passed made her look even more helpless… and strangely adorable. Sylara has always been cute. But she was even cuter when she was scared. I wasn't scared about a random student finding out that I was inside a stall with a student. If things had gone wrong, I could have easily silenced that student in my own way. But Sylara handled it. In the most ridiculous… godly way possible. A laugh escaped my throat again as I remembered her p

~ Sylara's POV ~ I arrived at Nick’s mansion at exactly 8:00 p.m., my heart pounding harder with every step I took toward the gate. Before coming, I had called Ashley to cover for me, just in case my parents decided to ask about my whereabouts. Deep down, I doubted they would. They already saw Ashley as a terrible influence on me, so reaching out to her was unlikely, but I still needed to play safe. Ashley had agreed without even asking questions. I told her I was meeting someone, and she had sounded almost too excited for me. Guilt twisted painfully in my chest at the lie. I hated lying to my best friend. But I needed answers first. I needed to know where I truly stood in Nick’s life before I could tell her anything. When I arrived, Jude was pacing around the vast compound like a guard dog on patrol. The moment he saw me, he pressed the remote, and the gate slid open with a mechanical hum. "I see you're here," he said. His tone was flat, almost cold, and the look in his eyes

~ Sylara's POV ~ It never really occurred to me that Nick was going to get me a brand-new phone. When he presented the phone to me, it came as a shock. It wasn't just a regular phone. It was the latest model of iPhone. Though I had wanted him to compliment me. I was really sad when he walked away from me without saying a single word, but he has made it up to me by getting me a new phone. After dinner, I sat downstairs on the couch, completely engrossed in my new phone, my fingers gliding excitedly across the flawless screen. Ashley will be short of words when she sees me with it. She has always wanted to get the trending model of iPhone, but who would've thought I'd be the first one to get it before her? Well... it's all thanks to Nick. Even if he was the reason why I lost my old phone, I was still grateful to him for spending this much on me. I was now fully convinced that Nick wasn't just a professor. Though his mansion already gave me the sign the very first time I came he

~ Sylara POV ~ "Are you alright?" Ashley asked, her voice laced with concern as she bent down to help me scoop my bag from the floor. "Yes... I'm—I'm fine," I stammered, swallowing hard against the sudden, bitter lump of panic rising in my throat. I forced my trembling hands to take the bag. "Who... who did you say started the rumor?" I managed to ask, my heart already thudding violently against my ribs like a trapped bird. "It was Stephanie, from the music class," Ashley whispered, leaning in close. "She's the one who sparked the whole fire." I quickly rushed over to the students, shoving my way through the crowd, until I was standing dead-center, staring face-to-face with the bold, cruel letters taped to the wall: I THINK A PROFESSOR IS SLEEPING WITH ONE OF THE STUDENTS HERE IN COLLEGE. My eyes flared wide, a sickening jolt of electricity shooting down my spine. The hallway around me blurred, and all I could hear was the deafening, frantic roar of my own heartbeat in my ears.

~ Nicholas ~ For what felt like an eternity, I just stood there like someone who had been magically turned into a statue. I had never known what it truly felt like to have my heart rate skyrocket until it felt like it was about to explode right out of my chest. Sylara ended things. I couldn't call it a relationship because we weren't together. She asked me if I felt something for her, and I couldn't answer, even when I knew deep down that I do. I love her. God, I love her. But to her, the breathless, intoxicating sex we shared was nothing but mere, empty lust. She had no feelings for me, all she wanted was my body—my cock. If she had feelings for me, she wouldn't have just ended what we shared. It was so easy for her to walk out on me, leaving my heart suffocating in pain. Was this the same pain those women felt when I ruthlessly turned them away in the past? It was so painful to know she had zero feelings for me, but it didn't matter if all she had for me was nothin