All Chapters of His Student Mistress : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

SIMON His brows went back to their normal state before he chuckled lightly. "Zoey. Zoey. Zoey. What do I do with you?" He bit his lower lip, accessing her from head to toe. He could say all he wanted, but one thing was for certain, and it was the fact that she was  no quitter. She sure knew what she wanted, and she knew how to get it. Even if the means were questionable. "Just teach me about sex, please." She begged, sounding so needy. "Sit on the couch. I'll join you shortly." He told her before performing a few tasks on his phone and turning the device off. He got up, took the chair he was seated near the couch where she sat. "Prior to your disappearance, I designed a calendar we were supposed to follow, but you've missed out on a lot of classes. I know it's not your fault, but here's what we are going to do." He began. "I'll try to teach all that is left, and if we have any time left, we

SIMON Simon was in his home gym after the whirlwind of a week it had been. He was on the Olympic weight bench when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. Returning the weight, he sat up straight on the bench, and fished out his phone, his brows creasing when he saw the name flash on his screen. Just when he wanted to call back, the person called again. "Bonjour mon ami. How is it going?" Simon heard the voice of the man he thought he would never hear from again. [Hello, my friend] "Monsieur Marcel. It is so good to finally hear from you after so long. How is everything going?" "Mon Ami, I'm going to be very honest with you. Things are rough, and I need your help." Concerned, he sat up even straighter. "What is the matter?" "For two years, Danielle has battled silently with uterine cancer, and I've been smiling like everything is fine. We hoped, and prayed for a better outcome, but it has gotten to the point where her entire uterus has to be removed." He tol

ZOEY Zoey was too busy exuding her newly found femininity she forgot she had actual life problems. The following days after her masturbation had been so good she was on a high. She’d stupidly spent the money Professor Beaumont gave her on new clothes, and whatnot, forgetting that prior to all this, she was a broke university student with zero support system. She also had completely forgotten that Dr. Emerson told her to prepare adequately for the tests she missed because soon, the timetable for the makeup one she would take would be released, and they’d follow each other. Her routine went like this; wake up, wrap her newly pierced nipple with a plastic bag before bathing. Then, she’d spray the pierced area with saline spray for minutes. The healing process drove her wild, but she was enjoying not wearing bras because she was finally appreciating the way her breasts looked. Whenever she went out, there was no mirror she passed without taking a mirror selfie. It was safe

SIMON Simon Beaumont returned to work the next day like nothing fucking happened. He acted as though his name wasn't plastered all over social media with videos from when he went to visit Paula in the police station. A clip from when he told her to shut up surfaced, and all of a sudden, everyone was calling him a misogynist, and a narcissist—a term that played in his head over, and over since the first person to ever call him that was his student, Zoey Prince. Normally, when he made his way to class, the students always applauded him because of his status, but today, they pointed fingers at him, gossiping among themselves. "You really are doing a shit job at whispering." He told a student in the hallway, and she gasped, scampering away like a rodent caught stealing food. "I can hear you." He told a bunch of guys who were pointing at him. They were being the complete opposite of discreet which made Simon sad because he was a sucker for doing things well. You wanted to gossi

ZOEY Had Professor Beaumont been diagnosed with bipolar disorder while he was away in Brussels? That question plagued Zoey's mind longer than it should because while she wanted to tell the man, and all of his arrogance to fuck off, his recent behaviors were scaring her she needed to confirm if something was wrong or it was typical Simon Beaumont behavior. "Don't waste my time, Zoey.” He snapped, and all of the concern she felt for him disappeared into thin air. Two could play this game. “Professor Beaumont, do you think for any reason that I want to be here?” She asked, obviously lying. His office was the one and only place she wanted to be. “You are acting like the only person in the whole world who has got problems. I’ve got problems too, but you don’t see me walking into your office, and acting like a complete asshole.” “The only reason I’m here is because I already missed so many classes, and I have to catch up. Also, fuck if I don’t want to go to France. Fuck i