All Chapters of Hot Professor Is My Step Dad : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

MarcellusThe front door slammed and the sound echoed through the house like a gunshot. I was in the living room pretending to read a book while Colette was on the couch scrolling through her phone and Jude was just at the kitchen table doing homework. And we all froze as we heard it.Clarissa stormed into the house. Her face was red and her eyes were blazing. Her hands were clenched into fists at her sides and she looked like she was ready to kill someone."Clarissa," I said. "What happened?"She did not answer. She just walked past me and into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of water then drank half of it in one long gulp. Then she slammed the bottle down on the counter."Clarissa," I said again. "What is wrong?""Nothing.""Something is wrong. You look furious.""I am furious.""About what?"She turned to face me. Her eyes were hard and her jaw was tight. She looked like she was trying very hard not to scream."The wedding," she said. "The wedding is what

BonnieThe sounds drifted through the wall like poison.I was in my room as I was trying to read. I was trying to focus. But I could not. Because I could hear them. Marcellus and my mother. Their muffled voices, their soft moans, the rhythmic creak of the bed. It was unmistakable and it was really unbearable.I pressed my hands over my ears and squeezed my eyes shut. I tried to block it out. But I could not. The sounds were everywhere. They filled my head. They filled my chest. They filled me with something dark and ugly that was highly impossible to ignore.Guilt... Rage... Jealousy. All of them at once. I felt like I was drowning. I felt like I was going to be sick.I pressed my palms to my eyes and tried to breathe. In and out. Slow and steady. But the sounds kept coming. They would not stop. My mother's voice which was followed by his voice. The sound of their bodies moving together. It was too much. It was all too much.I hated him. I hated him for making me feel this way. I hate

LucianThe crowd was still cheering when I stepped off the stage.The music was still playing, the sound of drums and flutes and laughter filled the air like honey and the day was still perfect. But my mind was elsewhere. It was with her. It was always with her.I looked for Bonnie in the crowd and found her near the back. She was clapping and smiling. Her red dress was like a flame against the sea of faces as the fabric moved with her like liquid fire. The gold jewelry caught the light and sparkled every time she moved. Her hair was loose and wavy and the red flower behind her ear was a perfect accent to her dark hair and glowing skin. Her eyes were fixed on me and I had to admit, she was beautiful. She was everything. She was the only thing I could literally see.The crowd around me faded and the noise became distant. The music became muffled and all I could see was her. All I could feel was the pull of her presence. I walked toward her and the crowd parted as people congratulated m

MarcellusThe office felt smaller with Elias in it.I sat behind my desk and watched my old friend settle into the chair across from me. He crossed one leg over the other and leaned back with the easy confidence of a man who had spent years learning how to make people comfortable. His dark eyes scanned the room with a quiet curiosity as he took in the bookshelf and the diploma on the wall and the stack of papers on my desk."You have not changed," Elias said. "Same office...same mess...same look on your face.""What look?""The look that says you are thinking about something you do not want to think about."I shook my head. "You have been here for five minutes and you are already analyzing me.""It is what I do. It is what I am paid to do.""Who is paying you?""The school. They brought me in to help with the students. Mental health resources and all that.""Since when does this school care about mental health?""Since the incident last year. The board decided they needed someone on s

BonnieI could not focus one bit.The teacher was talking. Something about history. Something about dates and names and events that I was supposed to remember. I stared at the board but the words blurred together. I heard the voice but the meaning did not register. My mind was somewhere else. Okay fine, my mind was on him.Elias Kane.The name echoed in my head like a song I could not stop hearing. Elias Kane. Dr. Elias Kane. The therapist who turns out to be Marcellus's old friend. The man with the dark eyes and the unsettling gaze.I could not stop thinking about him. The way he had looked at me, the way his eyes had traveled down my body and back up to my face, the way he had said I have heard a lot about you and more so, the way his voice had made my skin prickle.He had seen something. I knew he had seen something. He was trained to see things, trained to read people, trained to uncover the secrets they were trying to hide.What had he seen? What had he read? What had he uncover