Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Professor's Dirty Little Secret: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Sloane POV—The week felt like a test neither of us had studied for. I walked into Dalton’s lecture on Wednesday morning with my head down, determined to keep my eyes anywhere but on him. I told myself I could handle it, pretend that everything was fine, that I hadn’t spent the weekend tangled in his sheets and learning what it meant to lose control in the best possible way.But the moment I heard his voice, low and steady, something inside me tightened again.“Morning, everyone,” he said, setting his notes on the podium. His sleeves were rolled to his elbows, and that single detail alone was enough to make my pulse trip over itself.I tried to focus on my notes. Tried not to notice the way his gaze flicked toward my row every few minutes.By Friday, it was torture.He’d call on me in class, casually, as if nothing had changed, but there was always that pause in his voice when he said my name. That second too long when his eyes met mine. And I felt it every time, like static under my

Dalton POV—The kiss deepened before either of us could think twice. One second, my hand was at the back of Sloane’s neck, the next she was pressed against my chest, fingers curled into my shirt like she was afraid I’d vanish if she let go. The world narrowed, the soft sound of my breathing, the faint hum of the city below, the warmth of my body against hers.When I broke the kiss, it wasn’t because I wanted to stop, it was because I had to. I pressed my forehead against hers, trying to catch my breath. “You have no idea what you do to me,” I murmured.Her lips curved in a small, trembling smile. “I think I might.”I chuckled lowly, brushing my thumb across her jaw. The gesture was so gentle it almost hurt. “If I don’t slow down, I won’t stop.”“Then don’t,” she whispered before realizing what she’d said. Her face flushed, but I only smiled, that slow, deliberate grin that could melt her bones.I kissed her again, softer this time, as if savoring the moment instead of devouring it. M

Sloane POV—I snorted, a humorless sound. “Spare me the storm? Lila, he didn’t spare me anything. She walked in and humiliated me anyway. And the crazy part? He didn’t even fight for me right then. Not until she left, and then he was angry… angry at her, yes, but I feel like he should have done something differently. I don’t know what that is, but something.”“You’re upset because you care,” Lila said softly. “And that’s okay. That’s normal. You’re allowed to feel blindsided, angry, hurt. And you’re allowed to want to protect yourself, too. That doesn’t mean you don’t trust him. It just means… you’re human.”My chest heaved, the words slipping out before I could stop them. “I feel like I’ve been waiting for him to be honest, really honest. And now I wonder… does he even know how to be? Or does he just… hide things until they explode in your face? I don’t even know what to do next. Do I… call him? Confront him? Pretend like none of this happened? Or do I just… walk away?”Lila reached

Sloane POV—Vanessa looked up, meeting her gaze squarely. “He hurts people. Emotionally, physically, sometimes both. He never means to, of course. He always says the right things afterward. Promises, tears, remorse. But it never lasts. It’s always just the calm before the next storm.”The words landed like stones in my chest. For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. I pictured Dalton, the way he clenched his jaw when he was angry, how his voice could cut through silence like a blade. He had a darkness, yes. But this? This sounded like something else.I shook my head, forcing the thought away. “You’re saying that because you’re jealous. Because he’s moved on.”Vanessa smiled faintly, though there was no warmth in it. “Jealous? Oh, honey. I’m not jealous. I’m concerned. The man you’re so infatuated with nearly destroyed me. You think you’re different, but you’re not. He’ll find a way to break you too, he always does.”My throat felt tight. “If he was so terrible,” I said slowly, “why would yo

Vanessa POV—Vanessa Avery had never been subtle. Subtle was for those who lacked the courage to bend situations to their will, those who waited for opportunity to come knocking instead of breaking the door down themselves. This morning, I walked into Haleton University like a storm on high heels, my every step sharp, precise, and designed to be noticed.The drizzle slicked streets did nothing to dampen my mood, if anything, it sharpened it. There was a bitter satisfaction in knowing I could make someone else’s day unravel without even raising my voice. Dalton’s new life, the girl he’d foolishly allowed to wedge herself into it, had rattled me in a way I hadn’t expected. Not that I’d admit it aloud. No, this was control. This was power. And I was about to take it.My sunglasses masked the flicker of calculation in my eyes as I entered the front office. The familiar scent of disinfectant mixed with faint coffee grounds barely registered; my mind was already running through the plan. I