All Chapters of Professor Husband : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

"Are you into threesomes?" My soon to be husband asked me on our first date. I was mid-way through my cocktail and it immediately went down the wrong pipe. I broke into a cough, scrambling for anything to relief the choking. I didn't know which was worse, the question or the fact that I would be marrying a man I just met, in three days. The bastard sat across from me in his tailored suit, one leg crossed over the other, unmoving. He had his elbow on the table between us and his temple leaning against his index finger while his ice blue eyes stared into my soul. I turned red from coughing so much, ignoring the multiple eyes turning my way. My shaking hands finally reached for a glass of water, anything to clear my airway, and three minutes of prolonged suffering later, I was fine. After catching my breath, my brows pulled together and I raised my voice, "What?!" It was my first time meeting Art Wilson. In the big year of 2026, our families were arranging our marriage

At first I didn't process his words but then I saw him walking away. "Wait, what?" I trailed after him. I couldn't catch up because his legs were trailing down those steps at the speed of light. By the time I got outside, all I heard was the zooming off of his Range Rover "Shit, shit!" I groaned, fumbling for my car keys. I pulled out of there at full speed, trailing after him. Why the fuck did he even care? I was sure be didn't know where Dawson lived... Right? Wrong! Every corner, every traffic light, this man was getting it all accurately. "What the actual fuck?!" I honked my horn on repeat, trying to beat the cars that tried to come between us, none of that got him to stop. I knew people were staring at the hot chase in the middle of Manhattan but I couldn't care less. When he turned onto Dawson’s street I felt sick. He parked right in front of the building. I slammed my brakes and jumped out. "What are you doing right now?" I held his wrist but it did no

So I was definitely sober now. What the actual...fuck? My hands immediately flew up in surrender. “Don’t move,” the man’s voice shook behind me and the cold metal pressed harder into my back. My whole body locked up. “You've got it, I'm not moving,” I said, trying to move my eyes without moving anything else. Of course, just when I thought I'd had it all happen to me. What do you want from me?” “J...just give me your money,” he stuttered, “your purse, now.” "You can have the fucking purse," I attempted to toss the purse at him but paused, he was unpredictable and I didn't know what he would do with sudden movements. "All my bank cards are in there man, just take it and leave." "Don't fucking move!" He snapped. "I'm literally as frozen as ice." He sounded young and nervous, the gun kept shaking against my back. That was his mistake. I took one slow breath, then suddenly twisted hard on my heel. “What the fuck-” he started to say. I grabbed his wrist with