All Chapters of My Best Friend’s Brother Is My Professor—And He Wants Me: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Killian Davenport By the time I leave the hospital, I am no longer certain I recognize the man I have spent my entire life calling my father.The drive to his house feels longer than it should. Every red light tests what little patience I have left, every slow-moving car becomes an obstacle between me and the answers I need. My hands grip the steering wheel so tightly that my knuckles ache, but I barely notice. My mind is too occupied with the conversation I have just had with Dr. Whitmore, with the words that continue to echo inside my head no matter how hard I try to silence them.He was not dying.My father was ill, yes. He had a condition that required treatment and monitoring, something that could be managed with the right medication and care. But he was not dying of cancer. He had not been given six to eight months to live. There had been no terminal diagnosis, no devastating prognosis, no reason for him to summon his estranged son home with the urgency of a man running out

Killian Davenport What happens then? Were you going to keep pretending? Were you going to invent another diagnosis? Were you going to tell me the doctors had made a mistake? That some miracle treatment had worked? What exactly did you think would happen when the deadline you gave me came and went?”For the first time that evening, Derek looks genuinely unprepared.His eyes move toward the desk, then back to me.“I had not decided on the precise details.”I stare at him.“You hadn’t decided?”“I knew that by then, you would be established in the company. You would understand the situation we were facing. You would have relationships with the board, with the senior executives, with the employees who needed you. I believed you would see that walking away would no longer be an option you could take lightly.”I feel something cold spread through my chest.“So you expected me to become so entangled in your company that I wouldn’t be able to leave.”“I expected you to recognize your resp

Elena Carson He calls in the late afternoon while I am sitting cross-legged on my bed, trying to remember a list of theories that seem to have been deliberately designed to escape my brain.“Tell me you’re taking a break,” he says.“I’m not.”“Elena.”“Killian.”“Have you eaten?”I glance at the plate beside me. “Yes.”“What did you eat?”“Food.”“Very informative.”“Would you prefer a detailed report?”“Actually, yes.”I laugh and pick up a biscuit. “I had lunch. Nora brought me something earlier, and I’m eating a biscuit right now. Are you happy?”“Moderately.”“You are a very demanding man.”“And yet you love me.”“Unfortunately.”“That’s not what you said last night.”I feel my cheeks warm, even though he cannot see me. “We’re not discussing what I said last night.”“Why not?”“Because I have an exam tomorrow, and I refuse to be distracted by your enormous ego.”“My ego is perfectly proportioned.”“To what? A skyscraper?”He laughs, and I lean back against my pillows, smiling a

Killian Davenport I wake up to the feeling of Elena’s hair tickling my chin and the warm weight of her body pressed against mine.For a few seconds, I don’t move.The morning sun slips through the gaps in the curtains, painting pale golden stripes across the bed and illuminating the little patch of her cheek resting against my chest. She stayed the night yesterday. One of her legs is tangled with mine beneath the duvet, and her hand is tucked between us, fingers curled loosely against my stomach. She has somehow managed to steal most of the blanket during the night, leaving me with a narrow strip covering my waist, but I can’t bring myself to complain.I run my fingers gently through her hair, careful not to wake her, and let myself enjoy the quiet. The penthouse is unusually still. Just Elena and me.My jaw tightens.Elena shifts against me, her nose brushing my chest before she releases a sleepy sigh. I look down, and whatever ugly thought was beginning to take hold of me retreat

Killian Davenport My fingers drift lower. I find the edge of her underwear and trace it once, lightly, before slipping beneath. She’s already wet. I stroke through her folds with two fingers, slow and deliberate, spreading the slickness I find there. Her breath catches. She rocks against my hand almost instinctively.“Killian…”“I know.” I keep the touch unhurried, circling her clit with the pad of my thumb while my fingers tease at her entrance. “I told you I’d take my time.”She tries to push down onto my fingers. I deny her, just enough to make her huff in frustration. The sound goes straight to my cock. I’m hard enough that the press of her through the thin barrier of my trousers is almost painful.I withdraw my hand long enough to free myself. The moment the cool air hits my skin, Elena is already reaching between us, wrapping her fingers around me. Her grip is warm, sure. She strokes once from base to tip, spreading the wetness already beading there, then lifts herself just