All Chapters of Unmasked Desires: My Ex's Professor Uncle Wants Me: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Iris “Good evening, everyone and welcome back to Advanced Literature.” My jaw clenched as his voice rang through the Lecture hall. Time passed quickly and now I was back for yet another Thursday evening class of Advanced Literature with him. I didn't reply to his text after that and he didn't send any more messages. It was as if, just like he'd said, he was waiting for me to keep taking the lead. Something in my belly fluttered at that but I stifled it. I didn't care and it didn't change anything. And on the surface, the same applied to him. In spite of those texts, just like the last class, he didn't spare a glance in the back rows, barely sweeping through the room as he spoke. “Today, we'll be analyzing the plot device of tragedies in Classical Literature and how they differ in modern media.” I completely averted my gaze, focusing on my notes. Since he was so keen on playing the double life, ignoring me in public, two could play that game. I could ignore him. I'd done so m

Iris He stood on the other end, picking up the purse that had fallen and handing it to the person beside him before wrapping his arm around her. I immediately recognized said girl as ‘Nicky’, the one who’d confronted me in the cafeteria for his sake. The blonde glared at me, smirking smugly as she leaned against him. Caleb also straightened. If there was a quick way to douse any leftover arousal I had, then Caleb's presence had effectively succeeded. Averting my gaze, I leaned down to pick up my bag, only for a sneaker laced shoe to kick it away as they passed. Looking back up, I met Caleb’s mocking smirk before he passed by with her. My teeth clenched , a streak of irritation crossing me. The urge to kick or slap him was strong, but I held myself back. There was no use in dealing with someone irrelevant now. Picking up my bag, I walked away coolly without a second glance as I heard his voice alongside that of several of his friends. Following his failed intimidation a

Iris Time passed infuriatingly slowly. We'd already planned the amount to stay in before bailing. I was simply waiting for the seconds to pass whilst speaking to her and grabbing some of the rare non-alcoholic drinks. Suddenly Jean stiffened, gaze slipping past me. I followed it to find that beyond the flashy crowd, her rival Michael stood, looking at her with a provocative smirk. I could practically see the sparks between them as they glared at each other. My mind raced and I made a swift decision. “You should go meet him.” I said. She snapped back towards me and I nodded in his direction. “Hell no.” she sputtered. “I was just caught off guard. Didn't expect the asshole to be here. Besides, we need to go soon so there's no point. I'm not bothered by him at all.” And denial is just a river in Egypt. I sighed inwardly. She probably didn't notice how over the past few weeks, her previously creatively abrasive nicknames for him had dampened to the occasional ‘bastard’ or

Dmitri The velvety notes of Michele McLaughlin spread across my study. Where it would have been a comfort, it only served to stoke the fire in me. Gripping the whiskey glass, the tension in me grew taut. I left as soon as she was ensconced in her dorm building knowing that she was safe. That was the only soothing part of this damned night. I couldn't refute it. I was fucking furious. The rage brimmed in me, like the slow searing fires in the seventh circle of Inferno. But not towards her. I could admit that for that brief moment, I was angry that she didn't budge and tried to divert the situation. But when she asked me to drop it, with that plea in her voice, everything seeped away. She didn't even notice it herself did she? How her lips pursed in her bid to be strong. The look in her eyes when she maintained her stare as if feeling shame for being so unguarded. The noises I'd heard, the whimpers that alerted me to her presence betrayed it. The way she’d thrown herself out of

Iris As expected, the events of that night weren't shared. I'd waited it out for the first day, moving through classes and meetings as usual. I looked around in the midst of it, for any state, any murmurs or whispers that would prove my theory false. There was none. The only time I spotted them whilst crossing paths on the street, they'd looked at me in something akin to fear before averting their gazes and walking with the rest of their ‘sorority sisters’. I felt no satisfaction in seeing it. That was proof enough. They hadn't told anyone. Perhaps because it was their personal revenge. Whatever revenge they planned was ruined when nobody was there to witness it. If they'd checked only to find nobody there, they suspected that I left in some other way. I could imagine that they believed I'd had some master plan or something more egregious or something else given my calm composure. Then again, whatever they believed didn't matter. Their plan had failed, they were likely to avoid