All Chapters of His Student Mistress : Chapter 71 - Chapter 77

ZOEY “Your room’s a lot more luxurious than mine. If you can’t sleep in yours, surely, it would be impossible for you to sleep in mine.” Professor Beaumont said in a countering tone. It was as though he had clocked her. “Never say never. I haven’t tried it yet, and so, I think we can’t say that.” She shook her head, stepping closer to him. “No. Zoey. You can’t be here. Please.” He begged, taking a step backwards to put some distance between them. “Why can’t I be in the same room with you? What’s wrong with that?” She quizzed, brows furrowing. “You and I know that it’s wrong on all moral grounds. It’s illicit for us to be in the same room at these odd hours, and so, I’m begging you to please step out.” He begged, and Zoey smiled so subtly. The man was fighting with everything he had, but she was determined to get what she wanted. Needed. “I don’t think it’s wrong. I mean, what if I was taking private lessons that required us to be in the confines of a hotel room at 1:00 A

SIMON She finally came off her high, and Simon could barely look at himself in the mirror because once again, he had messed up badly. While Zoey panted and whined, he untied her wrists that were bound to the bedpost before balling the material and slipping it into the pocket of his sweatpants. “I’m so thirsty.” Zoey whimpered, sitting up straight. He stepped away from the bed before he did something he would never forgive himself for. While barefoot, he padded to the bathroom, looking at his reflection in the mirror. Her squirt had dried on his face, causing it to be sticky and itchy. Also, her arousal clung to his beard and mustache. Turning on the faucet, he washed his hands throughly before he leaning over and running the water down his face. Once the sticky feeling had gone, he walked back to the room, and met her still in the position he left her. He wanted to ask her if she wasn’t going to take a shower, but he knew her, and he knew she’d tell him she couldn’t walk,

ZOEY While walking to her apartment from his car yesterday, Zoey promised herself she wouldn't cry even though his words hurt her so badly, but as soon as she shut the doors of her apartment, she buckled under the weight of everything that she had been holding back. All night, she cried, thinking about what she did at any point that made him say those mean things to her. She knew he wasn't a good person—he'd told her time and again, but that didn't mean that somewhere in the cavity of his chest, there wasn't a heart there. He was human, at the end of the day. All his life, he had probably dealt with difficulty in voicing out how he felt, and so, he decided to take the route of using his words to push people away. Or maybe she was wrong, and he was just a heartless person who didn't care about what his words did to people. For as long as she had known him, lust drew her to him, but maybe the man's character was just so disgusting. In due time, she would find out. Zoey felt

SIMON Fuck this young lady. Fuck her for infiltrating into his head, and polluting his brain so that he that he thought about her, and only her. Back when he was in Dr. Anderson’s office, and she came in to write her tests, he almost got up, and left because her presence did something very weird to him. “Is that what you came here to tell me? That you want me?” He asked with the calmest tone possible as though they both didn’t affect each other. He wanted to make her feel like she was crazy. Like this was some form of unrequited attraction. “Why do you keep doing this?” Zoey quizzed, her voice cracking in the process. “I don’t have the slightest idea what you’re talking about.” He shook his head. “God, you’re such an asshole. I wish I could kill you right now.” She cried. “Zoey, if you came here to restate facts that have been long established, I think it’s high-time you saw yourself out of my office. I have important business to attend to.” He explained, choosing t