Semua Bab Unmasked Desires: My Ex's Professor Uncle Wants Me: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Iris “So, Caleb, what about the bet? Have you bagged that prissy chick yet?”Those words stopped me dead in the hallway. Light peeked out from the crack in the door where he alongside his friends were in the otherwise empty lecture hall. Mere seconds ago, I was just about to step inside and make my presence known.Now I stood frozen outside the empty classroom door, hidden by the half-open frame.Caleb’s familiar laugh echoed out. “Still working on it, man. But trust me, she’s almost there. These honor students act all stuck up, but they’re the easiest once you crack them.”More laughter arose, followed by whistles and hollers. My stomach twisted at those words. I held my breath as I pressed closer, heart pounding.“Damn it, you work fast. Guess even the ‘ice princess’ is no match for you. But don't forget, five grand is still on the table if you actually make Iris Williams spread her legs,” another voice said, amusement dripping from every word. “Most of us thought you’d fail by n

IrisMy fingers froze. I stared at the private message, stunned. DevotedDom wanted a one-on-one video call?My heart raced faster, a mix of nerves and forbidden excitement curling low in my belly.The chat continued scrolling with demands for more, but my focus narrowed to that single message. He was my highest patron, the one who spent more than all the others combined. He had been present ever since I started livestreaming and practically monopolized my streams with his massive tips. As the highest patron, he was the only one entitled to private chats, yet we only exchanged flirty texts and dirty talk. Knowing that he wasn't a sleazy old man made me comforted but the mystery remained. I had heard his voice a few times in short voice messages, deep and commanding, but I had never seen him. That made his request feel even more dangerous.Should I accept? It broke every rule I had set for myself. Yet the mystery of it, the pull of the man who had been my biggest supporter, made my sk

IrisI turned and walked away without waiting for his reply. Inside, I felt a strange mix of relief and lingering bitterness. Every single word I said was honest, so was the fact that I had wanted to trust him, even a little. That mistake wouldn’t happen again.I felt his gaze follow me throughout before his friends burst out laughing behind him. “Bro, don’t sweat it. She's just throwing a tantrum. Girls like her always do once they realize what they’re missing.”“Yeah, man. Her ice princess act won’t last long. Soon she'll be all heartbroken and come running back.” another added.I heard them, but I didn't care. If they wanted to delude themselves, so be it. I had bigger problems to deal with.Their laughter faded behind me as I disappeared from sight, ignoring the look I received from passersby who had no doubt watched the entire thing. Taking a deep breath, I set my mind on focus.Classes, GPA, Money and Survival. That was all that mattered.…The rest of the day passed in a blur

IrisJean still looked upset and unsatisfied. She turned away, huffing in a way that made her cheeks puff up and looking like a grumpy cat in the process. I sighed, nudging against her playfully.“Come on. I'm fine. What, do you want me to Poppy Swear it?” I raised my hand playfully before hers caught mine midway.“Hey! We only use that on the most special of occasions.” She pouted and leaned against me in turn before she sighed loudly. “Whatever. But if anyone else comes to me about it, I'll set them straight. Frat boys are stupid anyways.”“It's a good thing I'm not interested in boys.” I quipped and stiffened midway. My words were casual and I was just referring to Caleb's childishness but the word took on a different flavor. ESPECIALLY with what I knew now.Luckily, Jean didn't notice my tension. Pulling away from me, she positioned herself cross-legged on the couch and leaned in playfully.“So s

Iris “Fuck yes…” I sighed as I stretched away from my desk, the satisfying cracks spreading shivers of release in my muscles. I plopped onto my bed immediately after, relaxing with a sigh at the cool mattress sensation. Friday passed by without a hitch, blessedly no literature classes. Now that I was aware, I'd read the Class details with lazer-eyed focus and memorized the class schedule. Advanced Literature classes similarly held twice a week on Tuesdays and Thursdays with the last one being the main evening class. Having covered the Evening class meant that any further classes had ended for the rest of the week. The knot in my chest had opened once I'd pieced it together, leaving only relief. It was only a few days but more than enough time to prepare myself or whatever came next. So waking up on a Saturday morning with no further engagements, the first t