All Chapters of Professor Dearest: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

confusion. They feel as if they trickle out of my sweaty finger and onto the glass of the window. This happens whenever I feel under pressure. I’m like a kid in college who has to cram everything in before a big test I need to ace the next day, or worse in this case, considering I’ll be at my father’s house within half an hour.I’m not as good at this financial shit as my brother and never have been. It puts me at a disadvantage, but I know I can run a company and that’s all that matters. I need to make my father see that I’m the right person to run this company. Even though, I may not be the best at the actual financial aspect. I could improve in time and when it came to my brother, I was pretty sure he didn’t have what it takes to run a company.Theo is smart as hell, but he is quiet and reserved. He isn’t self-assured like me. I would learn in time to get better with numbers, or let Theo take care of the numbers while I took charge of the running of the company. A CEO doesn’t hav

The pack looks out to him to bring an heir to them but had wasted almost the year that was given to him to accomplish that desire. He gloated over the lady and thought of punishment to give her. Well, Ashlyn had started with secrets, and Blaze was welcome to finish her game as he wiped every trace of blood, knowing fully well that she is going to be pregnant. Two weeks had passed and Blaze and Ashlyn lived like strangers, avoiding one another while acting like strangers, it is awkward acting that way but she does not care now, in fact, it disturbed Ashlyn as she tried confronting Blaze for the attitude he showed on her and boom! Blaze asked for the truth. At first, Ashlyn was resistant but when the young man forced her, she spat out, saying the truth at its finest. Ashlyn had lied to protect Asher, not only that, she feared getting pregnant but refused to give the reasons. In anger, Blazed walked to her bedroom to pack her things when a piece of paper came out, it was the one co

MATTEO’S POV I have this chilling feeling burning deep down in my chest and it has to do with the man in my basement, locked away, spewing thrash about my business. That’s not even what’s worse; it’s the fact that he knows Arlette. The motherfucker has been tailing Arlette, and he knows all about her. Her schedule, where she lives, the people she hangs out it. I could swear that Logan was bluffing when he said he wants to kidnap Arlette. Well, if he had a plan mapped out, he would come do it again, or his friends. “Matteo!” Rafe calls out to me, and I blink severally, zoning into the room, glaring at my baby brother. “What’s the matter?” I questioned. “You need to do something with that motherfucker downstairs. He will die if you don’t at least give him some water.” Rafe utters. Fuck! That's true. But I don’t give an absolute fuck. “Water only. I need answers from that bastard, but I don’t want him dead.” I blurt out fiercely. Rafe has a dark look on his face, but he c

ARLETTE’S POVIt has been over an hour since Matteo left and he took some men with him. I know for a fact that this man is not coming now, so wherever the fuck he went to must be some really important business he had to handle. The men left to guard the mansion are outside patrolling making sure that no one who isn’t supposed to be here tries to trespass. The doors open and Charlie walks into the mansion, her eyes perusing the place looking for me. I slide out of the tall chair making my way to her, my smile as bright as ever as she spots me, her face opening wide as she smiles softly, her pretty dimples flashing. “Lettie! How are you, baby girl? I missed you so much,” she cries out pulling me into a bear hug. We pull apart and I lead her towards the kitchen counter, showing her all the snacks I made Rosetta set out while I was bored from waiting for her to arrive. It doesn’t surprise me when she went for the grapes and popped two inside her mouth, closing her eyes to savor th

ARLETTE’S POVThe pain on my hand was aggressive and the doctor wasn’t being gentle with me as he ties a bandage around it. “You are lucky it is just a sprain. It could have been a fracture and that would have been worse,” he says. I was so moody and fucking angry. I needed to know how Charlie was doing, and we needed to get the fuck out of here. “You need to let me go, you old Grump. I don’t care about my hand. It could be broken for all I care, I do not bloody mind. Just call 911, or let me leave,” I hell out in his face.The doctor didn’t utter a word, he just kept bandaging my hand while two of Matteo’s men held me down. Tears flew freely from my eyes, the air in my throat was closing in on me as fear got a good grip of my chest. Every fiber in my brain is telling me to run, to get up, to get the fucking hell from there. As much as I want that, I knew I needed to leave with my best friend. Without her, I ain’t going anywhere. The injection came in next. A quick glance at the