All Chapters of All Yours, Professor : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

~ Sylara's POV ~ I buried my head as I walked through the gate of the college. I hadn't wanted to get out of bed today. Every muscle in my body had screamed at me to stay under the covers, but I’d forced myself up, forced myself through a numb shower, and dragged my feet here because I didn't want to create any ideas in my parents' minds. Even though their words were true, they were beginning to suspect me. I had eavesdropped on them whispering about keeping a close watch on me, in case I turned out to be Miss S. I knew I was Miss S, but it kind of hurt to know they had no trust in me. What if it wasn't Miss S, meaning they had judged me wrongly? Ever since my breakup with Alfred, they no longer trust me. Back when I was with him, I was their golden girl. They would proudly beat their chests and boast about their perfect daughter, but now all that trust was gone, as if it was Alfred who made me a perfect person. Maybe he really had been my shield. When I was with him, I kept m

~ Sylara's POV ~ I tried to tear my mouth away, but Nick only tightened his grip, deepening the kiss with a terrifying, reckless intensity. He kissed me like he didn't give a damn about the world. Like he wasn't afraid that any second, a student or a professor could walk right past this alcove and catch us red-handed. Panic flared hot in my chest. Blinded by the fear of getting caught, I lifted my foot and brought my heel down onto his shoe, stomping on his foot as hard as I possibly could. He hissed, his grip loosening just enough for me to wrench myself back against the opposite wall. "What is your problem?!" I gasped, my voice a sharp, furious whisper. I frantically smoothed down my clothes, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. "Do you even realize where we are? We are in school, Nick. What if someone sees us together?" Nick barely even flinched. He just stood there, towering over me, entirely unbothered. "No one can see us, Sylara," he said, his deep

~ Sylara's POV ~ "Is it true, you have a boyfriend who's a killer?!" my mom yelled at me. My eyes instantly flared to Alfred, shooting him a deadly glare. How dare he bring up what I said to him just to my parents? But of course he did. I should have remembered: Alfred never knew how to keep his pathetic mouth shut. "Answer me, Lara! Do you have a boyfriend who's a killer?!" my mom roared, her face contorting with a mix of disgust and fury. "No, I don't!" My voice shook, but I forced it to stay steady. "And I don't have a boyfriend to begin with!" Alfred scoffed, leaning back with a sickeningly smug look. "Come on, Lara. Don't deny what you said to me. Not in front of your parents." Underneath the table, my nails dug so hard into my palms that I was sure they would bleed. I clenched my fists, staring at him as if I could set him on fire with my mind. "What did she say to you, Alfred?" my dad demanded. "She told me she has a boyfriend now," Alfred said, his tone dripp

~ Sylara's POV ~ Our flight to Paris took off at exactly ten o'clock the following morning. Deep down, I knew I should have declined. Every logical bone in my body was screaming at me to maintain a strict boundary between us, but the temptation was too strong. Besides, it wasn't like I was going to run into any of my university classmates in Paris. I didn't know a single soul in Paris, which made it the ultimate safe haven. More than that, after the agonizing way my parents had treated me last night, I needed to put as many miles between us as humanly possible. I still couldn't wrap my head around their betrayal. The slaps weren't even what truly broke me. I could have swallowed the physical pain if that was all they had done. The fact that they took Alfred's side after knowing the reason why he broke up with me—and why he wanted me back, made my heart bleed. Despite how they had been treating me ever since I made a vow not to get back together with Alfred, I still loved t

~ Sylara's POV ~ I stood at the edge of the shore, letting the cool beach breeze whip my hair and dress around my legs as I watched the waves crash onto the sand. The hotel possessed its own secluded, velvet-fenced beach, and I had wandered down here because my suite felt suffocating. I had never stayed in a high-end luxury suite in my entire life, and the vast, quiet space felt unnervingly huge. Nick was doing too much. I was terrified of getting used to him treating me like this. Once upon a time, he was cold, distant, and completely unpredictable—pushing me away one second and pulling me back the next. I knew I had literally begged him to go back to being that cold, aloof professor, but the man completely refused to listen. And I didn't want to get addicted to this soft, pampering side he was suddenly showing me. "Maman!" A burst of bright, ringing laughter snapped me out of my thoughts. My eyes drifted down the shoreline. A young French girl, probably around my age,