Todos los capítulos de Professor Dearest: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

ARLETTE’S POVThe dinner plates clatter as tense air fills the room, silence radiating from every corner of the well-lit room. The shivering hand of the maid drops the porcelain bowl of beef stew on the table, creating a mess. “You stupid... silly ugly thwart. Are you blind or fucking ignorant?” father yells out, his hands balling into angry fists. Neil freaking Winthrop, Mayor of shelter Valley, a small town with a mighty influence. Stuttering, Mary curtsies, her eyes focused on her toes as she apologizes. “I am... so... so... sorry Mr. Winthrop, I’ll clean up the mess,” she manages to complete her sentence. Mary’s apology is being greeted by dad’s angry eyes as he bangs the table causing my heart to leap in fear. “Get lost now,” he says and the maid scurries away, her legs barely able to carry her. Daddy is an authoritarian, everyone around fears him and I hate that so much. “Arlette, you get up and clean the damn table,” he says and I gulp lightly. “Let her eat her

ARLETTE’S POV I am stirred awake by the steady thumping of a strong heartbeat beneath my head, but I refuse to let myself think it could be true. The rich manly fragrance of clean skin and fresh linen fill my nostrils. It was the soft hair beneath my cheeks that startled me first, and then, how huge his arms felt wrapped around me.Opening my eyes, I push my head back to stare at a man looking back at me, his sleepy hair dark brown and a pair of intense amber eyes. A strong and chiseled cheekbones framed his face, yet, what caught my attention was the darked rimmed glasses sitting perfectly on his strong sharp nose. He kept a well-shaved beard and... fuck! I was gaping at him. “Good morning, Red. Done staring yet?” he asks and I felt a shiver run down my spine from his morning voice. As if cold water had been splashed on me, realization comes dawning. I am in a room and on a goddamn bed with a stranger. Gasping, I pull away from him and I notice that I am not in my clothes b

ARLETTE’S POV Life has a weird way to trample on you when you are already on the ground because why the fuck is the guy I’ve been thinking of all weekend in class as my History Professor? It’s already hard that I must navigate town without a car and jumping from buses and riding with friends, now, this strange man who made my body twist in so many ways is right in front of me? His preying look on my body makes me ignore the fact that I am giving a spectacle to a class filled with students who are now chattering around me. “Achoooo! Ow Chummmmm!” I sneeze repeatedly, begging God to open the ground and swallow me up. When the Professor grabs his coat and moves towards me, wrapping it around my shoulder, I freeze, breathing in his expensive cologne. “Come, I’ll help you to a seat before you fall down,” he says guiding me to a chair in the middle of the class. I can’t help but notice the enticing eyes of other students on me, and now, the noise was getting to me. “QUIET!” The

MATTEO’S POV My little butterfly is playing games with me. One thing about me, I like to hyper fixate a lot. Right now, there is something intriguing about her, as if she wants to be seen, heard, listened too. As I walk into Motarrio club, I spot Rafe at the bar, his tongue deep down a lady’s throat. I roll my eyes as I glance around and find Dante, his eyes lifting from his phone and seeing the look on my face. He must have noticed how hard I was trying to control my anger because it doesn’t take long for him to walk in behind me as I enter my office. Rafe followed behind a glass of Scotch in his hands. “You should have your dick wrapped if you will slip them in random pussy. I don’t want to have a niece or nephew out of the blue,” I bite out staring at him. Rafe knows that I am serious, and he nods, not pushing forth the conversation. I’ll throw my fist in his handsome face if he dares cross me. “Relax, Fratello. Why don’t you tell us what has gotten you so stressed lately?

MATTEO’S POV I knew there was something about Arlette that attracted me towards her, but I knew I wanted to own her when she walked downstairs with only the t-shirt, I had left for her and no panties. “Red, meet my housekeeper, Rosetta,” I introduce her to the most trustworthy staff I have. She’s been working for me and loyal to me for the past fifteen years. “Hi.” Arlette greets softly. “Please sit. What would you have? There is everything from bread, potatoes, steak, chicken...” Rosetta says her smile welcoming. “Pizza?” Arlette asks smiling lopsided as if doubting herself for making such a request. “Of course. You can eat whatever you want,” I prompted in and hasted Rosetta to do whatever is in her power to make my girl’s request quickly. “Anything else?” I asked. “Extra cheese and pepperoni slices if you don’t mind,” she adds timidly. “Done!” I say with finality. Walking over to Arlette, I lead her towards the dining table and lift her unto a stool. When her skirt