All Chapters of MatedToMyProfessorAndMyFamousAll-StarStepbrothersAtBriarWood: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Brielle's POV“I’m sure your friend is waiting, and you don’t want to keep her waiting much longer than you already have,” he said, turning to face me fully as he handed over the crisp, folded uniform.I swallowed hard, staring down at the fabric before my eyes flickered back up to meet his. In an instant, memories of last night came crashing back into my mind. The flashing images didn't just make me feel incredibly naughty; they made me crave him all over again in a desperate, unusual manner.How could one man be this impossibly tall, this devastatingly handsome, and this deeply caring all at the same time? How come I never saw this?I swallowed hard again, grabbing the uniform and squeezing the fabric tightly in my fist. I managed to heave a ragged sigh, watching him take a step back toward his desk.“Is there something else you want from me, Ms. Brielle?” he asked, his deep voice instantly jolting me out of thoughts that were rapidly turning my brain to absolute fuzz.“I… I… um…” I

Brielle’s POV I woke up the next morning with a blinding, throbbing headache. Before I could even fully open my eyes and process my unfamiliar surroundings, my hand brushed against a warm, incredibly taut chest. *Oh my fucking days… he looks like a freaking demi-god.* I had thought to myself. “Moon goddess! My professor?” I gasped, instantly slapping my hand over my mouth to stifle the sound. As I moved, a sharp, sudden ache flared between my thighs. I froze. Tearing my panicked gaze away from the gorgeous, sleeping Greek god beside me, I gently lifted the edge of the blanket to peek underneath and see what was going on down there. “Oh my—” The words died in my throat. Reality hit me like a physical blow. *I lost my virginity last night. To my college professor.* Memories came crashing back in an intoxicating, terrifying rush as I scrambled to take in the room. This definitely wasn't J4 House, where I lived. The sheer luxury of this space was on an entirely different level.

Brielle’s POVWe both disconnected instantly. My hands were trembling so violently that I had to clear my throat just to squeeze out a quick, "Thanks," hoping Jackson wouldn't get the completely wrong impression of what he just walked into.My eyes darted nervously between Jackson and Professor Lucian. Lucian looked thoroughly disgruntled by the interruption, but he quickly masked it. He gave Jackson a firm tap on the shoulder before turning his intense gaze back to me."Be careful next time. The floor can be quite slippery," he warned, his voice deep and caring. He heaved a heavy sigh, his eyes still practically burning holes into me."Yeah," was all I could stutter out.I didn't waste another second. I bolted toward the elevator, catching a final glimpse of Jackson, who looked entirely frozen in shock, completely unable to process what he’d just witnessed.Honestly, if Jackson hadn't barged in exactly when he did, Professor Lucian would have bitten me. He would have marked me right

Brielle's POVThe man from last night, the stranger who bandaged my wounds, stood against Alice for my sake, now standing at the front of my classroom.As my---Professor?“Miss Parkman,” his deep voice rolled through the air again. “Are you waiting for an invitation, or would you like to sit?”My legs refused to move. Students giggled, whispering behind their hands.Heat rushed to my cheeks as I stumbled toward my seat, not minding the ink on it.His silver eyes flicked to me briefly, cold and sharp—nothing like the man who had draped his coat over me. It was as if last night had never happened.How he remained calm after seeing me had baffled me. “My name is Lucian Sterling. And I’ll be your history teacher from now on,” he introduced himself. His eyes lingered on me for a while. Quickly, he cleared his throat before reaching for a textbook while he approached the board. “Open your textbooks,” he said. His tone was clipped, commanding. “Page 17.”Everyone obeyed instantly. Even Al

Brielle's POV “Brielle?” He snapped his fingers right in front of my face. I blinked, my eyes opening fully as I let out a long, heavy breath, staring straight at him. I swallowed hard, the cold truth hitting me instantly. Whatever had just happened with the elevator breaking down, the rubble, and that wet, desperate kiss—it was all nothing but a mere hallucination. Again! I was seriously starting to lose my mind. These weird, vivid daydreams were exactly what I needed to talk about with Camiella, but none of that was possible now thanks to that witch downstairs. Katherine was always finding a way to get right on my nerves. And she really had the nerve to stand there and tell me she’s my mother? Seriously? For someone who packed her bags and abandoned me when I needed a parent the most, she had to be the biggest joke of the twenty-first century. Jayden made a move to follow me straight into my bedroom, but I stopped dead in my tracks, turning around on my heel to block the door