Professor Dearest のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

ARLETTE’S POV “Let go off me,” I gritted out trying to break free from Jackson’s clasps. I tightens his grip on my arm, staring at me dead in the eyes. “You better have yourself under control because if my men question my control over you as week, you’ll have it hot from me,” he warns letting go. “Jackson, who is your lady friend? Why don't you introduce her to us?” A man with the thickest Russian accent asks. I feel fear fill my heart as I start shaking my head. The least thing I need now is to be on anybody’s radar for any goddamn reason. I watch how Jackson shoots dagger at me with his eyes before he smiles, face contorting as if he didn’t like it. “Come on, let me introduce you to my bosses,” he says jerking with his head. I follow him, each step making my legs quiver with disgust. Four men sat facing on another, and their boss, the one who was asking for an introduction had tattoos on his face, and his beard had grown over a scar that was barely visibly. “Here is

ARLETTE’S POV I don’t know how many glasses of alcohol I’ve had down my throat, but I knew for a fact that I was high and ready to go home. Dimitri Volkov and his friends were good to party with. While the water was cold, I passed most of my time dangling from the platform, sipping on my numerous cocktails. “I need to go home, I have school tomorrow,” I tell Volkov, smiling when he stares at me. I knew he was being polite, but when he closed the distance between us in a rushed kiss, I pull back, glaring at him with terror. “I am sorry.” he apologized, but with the smug look on his face, it showed that he enjoyed it. “Don’t do that again,” I spit out, wiping the kiss we had just shared. I knew that I shouldn’t have said it that way, because now I’ve just made Volkov look awkward. “I am sorry, okay? We were just in the moment, I didn’t think...” he continues, making matters worse. Shaking my head, I stopped him in his tracks. “I noticed the red marks on you have

MATTEO’S POV I felt the spongy layer of Arlette’s pussy, the warm feeling on my fingers. She curled upward at the feeling of my hand, her eyes rounding as she glared at me. I knew she was about to cum, and I was going to deny her that pleasure. Applying pleasure on her skin, I make sure to keep my hand flat on her stomach, rubbing it faster, stopping her from shaking too much. “Aww! There, Matteo, I am going cum,” she cries out, lifting her hips upward to match my fingers curling up against her. “Not so fast, Red. You don’t get to cum after being a naughty girl all day,” I blurt out removing my hands from her pussy. Arlette screams in frustration, trying to put her hand back to finish her climax by herself. That ends Arlette with a slap on her thigh, and I grip her flesh tighter, pushing her hands to the top of her head. “You touch yourself ever again and I would spank you to glory,” I threaten her leaning closer to her on the bed. “I want to cum. Make me cum or I will to

MATTEO’S POV I was in the class rounding up my lectures when my phone started ringing. Answering it, I let the student walk off the classroom. “Yes?” I answer, waiting for my superior to respond. “We’ve had a case in school where three students have bullied a fourth one, beating her up. One is a student of yours and I would love it if you came to the office right now,” Rene STaylor says. “I’ll be right there Prof Taylor,” I respond frowning. A student of mine? I wondered what would have pushed senior students to fight. Which honestly, is a shame. They are going to be hearing from me. I close the distance to the HOD’s office and frown as I walk into Giana Salvatore and her two friends whom I don’t regard. My brain searched for Arlette before even spotting her at the edge of the room, sitting on a chair, her clothes dirty. “What the fuck happened here?” I shoot out giving a head nod at Professor Taylor in salutation. Giana was the first to speak, and everything that came

ARLETTE’S POV I sat on the couch with a pint of ice cream in my hands and my legs crossed the knee area. As I leak on the cold, creamy ice, I look around, spotting Charlie. She smiles at me softly, before biting on her pizza slice. “You should stop thinking about that asshole, Arlette, he doesn’t deserve to cause you so much harm,” she states. It is not Matteo’s fault that I got injured. In fact, he didn’t even know about it until he had been summoned to the HOD’s office. “He didn’t do anything,” I blurt out supporting him. “He did. That psycho bitch attacked you because of him,” she shouts. Tears cloud my eyes and I blink them so fast, knowing that Charlie was right. “Charlie?” I whisper softly. “Yes, Lettie,” she responded, crossing the room to come hug me. The tears I had been suppressing came rushing out, and I cried my heart out. As supportive as ever, Charlie doesn’t interrupt my broken heart, she just rocked me until I ripples passed from my shoulders and I c