His Student Mistress 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 1 - 챕터 7

This is a work of Dark Romance and contains mature themes. Please, read this warning carefully. This novel includes depictions of: Sexual Violence/ Attempted Assault(Not between FL and ML) Infidelity and Emotional Betrayal( Not between FL and ML) Drug/ Substance Abuse Explicit Sexual Situations Proceed with caution! ZOEY Zoey stared at the clock on the wall. 11: 30 pm. She turned on her laptop, a huge smile plastered on her face. It was time for the video call with her boyfriend. She was all the way across the world, far from him and she hadn’t video called him in three days. Long-distance was so hard. The call came in, and she accepted it swiftly. “Hey, baby. I’ve missed you so much. There is so much to unpack.” She rubbed her palms together, eagerly as Clinton showed himself. He was shirtless. “Yeah, what’s good?” Clinton asked, picking up a blunt and smoking some. Zoey’s brows creased in confusion. Firstly, he was shirtless, and then he was smoking. Cli

SIMON “Oh, I-I-I’m so sorry, sir. I don’t even know what’s wrong with me tonight.” She stuttered as she bent over to pick her towel and wrapped it around her body. Simon kept mute because no words made their way out of his mouth. All of a sudden, his kitchen that was very well ventilated felt so stuffy and if he spent one more minute in here with her, he wouldn’t be able to handle the heat, and so, he snatched his car keys from the counter and made his way to the garage. He got into his car, and drove out into the streets. Where was he going? There was no definite answer to that question, but all he knew was that he had to get away from her. He genuinely wished it was someone else that rescued her, because that way, he wouldn’t know that his student was a virgin, and he wouldn’t see her naked body. Why it affected him so much, he didn’t know. He was a thirty-three year old man that was more than experienced when it came to the female body. He’d seen so many naked women t

ZOEY All the while she walked home, she was zoned out. It was a wonder how she didn’t get hit by an automobile. As soon as Zoey got home, her brain resumed all its functions, primary and secondary. She could think, feel, and sense again. She stood in the center of the living room of her small apartment, amazed, furious and fascinated all at once. She blinked a couple of times, hoping to wake up from her slumber. She pinched her skin, jumped and even slapped herself. When she didn’t wake up from any dream, it was then she realized that it was all reality. It was still unbelievable. The one professor who hated her guts and was out to get her had kissed her. Not only did he kiss her, but he handed his keycard to her. Was Professor Beaumont drunk? When he kissed her, she could taste the alcohol, but she didn’t think that he was drunk. She shouldn’t be one to talk, though. What did she know about alcohol and getting drunk? Her first taste of alcohol was the night profe

SIMON “What the fuck is wrong with you, Paula?” He asked, pushing her off him, immediately before quickly tucking his semi-hard penis into his shorts. “I want you, Si.” She said, shrugging casually while still on her knees. As though sitting on the revolving chair was holding him back, he got up to his full height so that he could react properly. “You should be ashamed of yourself!” He spat. Instead of her being apologetic about it and walking away, Paula laughed so loudly that it sent chills down Simon’s spine. “What is wrong with you?” He asked her again. This time around, he was genuinely concerned for her. “You!” “What do you mean?” “Do you think I have forgiven myself for hurting you? I know all the things I did were very bad, but can you please forgive me and give me a chance. If the cases were reversed and you were the one who did the wrong, I’ll forgive you in a heartbeat. You know what, I think you should do it back so that we can be even. Cheat on me, Si. F