All Chapters of Hot Professor Is My Step Dad : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

BonnieThe hallway was empty as most students had gone home. The ones who remained were either in the gym or the library or the parking lot. I had told Bianca I needed to go to the bathroom and she had nodded and said she would wait by the front steps. But I did not go to the bathroom. I walked toward the hockey wing... towards the locker room... towards Lucian.I had seen him earlier. He was in the hallway between sixth and seventh period and he looked tired. His hair was messier than usual and his eyes had that distant look that meant he was thinking about something he did not want to talk about. I had wanted to ask him what was wrong. But the bell rang and he walked away and technically I did not follow.But now I was following.The hockey locker room was at the end of the hall. The door was heavy and It had a sign that said players only.Well, I pushed it open anyway.Lucian was sitting on a bench in the middle of t

BonnieI woke up from my nap if not sleep because it was a new day already. Saturday finally.The room was dim and the sun was rising outside my window. I had fallen asleep after school without meaning to. My body was heavy and my mind was groggy. I blinked and stretched and tried to remember how the day before had gone.Then I remembered.Lucian...the locker room. The way his hands had felt on my skin. The way he had said I love you. The way he had looked at me like I was the only person in the world.I sat up in bed and smiled stupidly. I was smiling before I even knew why. The sun was streaming through my curtains, the birds were singing outside my window and the world felt fresh and new and full of possibilities. I had just woken up from a nap but I felt more alive than I had in weeks.I screamed. A happy scream. A scream that came from somewhere deep inside me. Then I clapped my hands over my mouth and giggled. I w

LucianWe spoke at length and minutes later, the phone call ended and I was hard.That was the simple truth of it. I lay on my bed with my phone still in my hand and my body was already responding. I had not even done anything. I had just talked to her. Just listened to her voice on the other end of the line. But that was enough, that was always enough.I set the phone down on the nightstand and looked at the ceiling as I tried to calm down. I tried to think about something else. Hockey...homework..the field trip. Anything except Bonnie. But it was no use. She was everywhere. In my head...In my chest...In the space between my legs that was already aching for her.I sat up and pulled off my shirt. The air was cool against my skin as I unbuckled my belt then I unbuttoned my jeans, pushed them down and kicked them off. I was wearing boxers. They were already tight, already straining against the shape of me.I looked down at myself.

Marcellus The rage started in my chest and spread outward like wildfire.I was in my office grading papers when it hit me. The memory of the night before...Bonnie at dinner. The way she had not looked at me. The way she had not spoken to me. The way she had smiled at her phone like it held the secrets of the universe and the worst if it all, the way she had said Goodnight Marcellus like I was a stranger.She had been texting someone. I knew who, it was the boy obviously before Clarissa even pointed it out. The hockey player with the blue eyes and the stupid grin. The one who had pushed his way into her life and made her forget who she belonged to.I had seen the way she looked at her phone. The way her face softened...the way she laughed. She had never laughed like that with me. Not once or ever in fact.I threw my pen across the room and It hit the wall and clattered to the floor. The sound was satisfying. I wanted to break so

MarcellusAfter dinner, I went to my room and set my briefcase down, loosened my tie and found myself walking to the bottom of the stairs and looked up. Her door was closed but the light was on underneath."Bonnie," I called.No answer."Bonnie, I know you are up there."Still no answer.I climbed the stairs. My footsteps were heavy on the wood then I stopped outside her door. I could hear movement inside. The creak of the bed and the rustle of sheets."Bonnie. Open the door.""I am busy.""Busy doing what?""Homework.""Open the door.""No."The word was flat and painfully final. She had said no to me before. But this was different. This was not her saying no to bending over a desk. This was her saying no to me entirely. To my presence, to my existence in her life.I pressed my palm against the door. The wood was warm and I could almost feel her on