All Chapters of Craving My Alpha Professor: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Emberlyn:Kimberly.I stared at her for a full three seconds without saying anything.She was standing in my doorway with her bag on her shoulder and her phone in her hand and the particular expression she wore when she had made a decision and was not interested in being talked out of it."What are you doing here?" I managed."Your location." She held up her phone. "You shared it with me two years ago and never turned it off." She looked past me into the apartment. "Are you going to let me in?"She was already pushing. Not aggressively, but with the particular Kim brand of quiet persistence that had always been harder to stop than outright force. I put my hand on the frame and she put her hand on the door and we stood there for a moment in a silent negotiation that I was losing."Kim, this isn't a good…""Emberlyn." Her voice dropped. "I have been worried about you for weeks. I called you four times yesterday and you didn't pick up and when I finally checked your location you weren't

Jaxon:I couldn't focus.That was the simple truth of it and I had been sitting at my desk for forty minutes attempting to disprove it with limited success. The reports in front of me were ones I had read before and understood well and should have been able to move through in under an hour. Instead I kept arriving at the end of a paragraph with no memory of what it had said and starting again.I put the file down.The office was quiet around me in the way it was quiet on mornings when I had arrived before most of the building and the particular stillness of REX before it fully woke up had always been one of the things I valued about coming in early. It allowed me to think without the manipulation of having to be Jaxon Sullivan in front of the people who required him to be a certain type of person. The quiet this morning wasn't very helpful. No matter what I focused on, my mind would always go back to this image. She's on the ground in her apartment. The pendant is glowing in that colo

Jaxon:I got home late.The penthouse was quiet in the way it was quiet when I had been away from it long enough that it had stopped holding my presence and gone back to being just a space. I poured a drink and sat and didn't touch it and looked at the city below the window and thought about a single word text reply and a girl who had looked at me that afternoon like she was trying very hard not to feel something.Lewis knocked at nine.I let him in and he sat across from me with that particular posture he adopted when the information he was carrying was significant and he had organized it in order of severity before arriving."The door lock." He said it without preamble. "The one she thought she forced open during the struggle." He paused. "It wasn't forced. It was torn. The mechanism was pulled apart from the inside with enough strength to bend the metal casing."I looked at him."Supernatural strength." I said it quietly."Yes." He held my gaze. "Which means whoever came for her wa

Emberlyn:The voice didn't answer.I had sat on the couch with the pendant cupped in my palm, still warm, and I had said something out loud to the empty apartment. Not loudly. Just a word, an acknowledgment, an opening, the way you might respond to someone you weren't sure had actually spoken.Silence.Complete and total and deeply unimpressed.I sat there for a long moment and then put the pendant back against my chest and looked at the wall and felt the embarrassment arrive like a slow tide. I had been crying on my couch alone on a Saturday evening and then spoken out loud to a piece of jewelry because I thought a voice was coming through it.The fear had felt so real. The voice had felt so specific, so deliberate, so entirely unlike the noise that came when I was overwhelmed or overtired. It had said my name and something in me had reached toward it like it was something I recognized.Now in the silence that followed I sat with the more likely explanation. Grief did strange things

Emberlyn: I didn't text ahead. I had considered it somewhere between giving the driver the address and arriving at the building, the polite thing, the sensible thing, a warning that I was coming so that whatever I was about to walk into could be prepared for my arrival. I decided against it. If I texted ahead I would talk myself out of going and I had made a decision and I was keeping it. The doorman knew my face by now. That was a small thing but it landed as I walked through the lobby, the nod of recognition, the name on his lips as he called up without me having to explain myself. I had been here enough times to become a known quantity and I wasn't sure how I felt about that. The elevator ride up was when my nerves caught up with my bravado. I had done the brave thing in the car, the clean decisive thing, and it had felt right in the moment the way decisions made quickly sometimes did. Now with the floors climbing and the mirrored walls giving me back my own expression I had t