All Chapters of His Forbidden Model: The Professor's Obsession: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

JasmineI gulped. “For a while now.”“Do I know him?” she questioned. “Does he attend your university?”My fingers paused. “He’s connected to it.”The answer was careful enough to be true without giving her anything useful. “What does that mean?”“It means the situation is difficult to explain,” I said carefully.“Is he another student?”“No.” The word came too quickly.My mother became quiet, and my gaze turned to the darkening window, suddenly aware of my heartbeat. “Jasmine, is this man married?”“No,” I said immediately. “Nothing like that.”“Then why does it need to be a secret?”“Because of our circumstances. If people found out right now, it could cause problems for both of us.”“What kind of problems?”I pressed my lips together. “The kind I can’t explain without telling you things that aren’t only mine to share.”Her silence stretched long enough that my stomach knotted. I expected more questions, a warning, maybe disappointment that I’d hidden so much from her.Instead, she

DavinI had promised myself I would finish the sketch that evening.Four abandoned studies of the same pose were already scattered around the easel, each one discarded because something about it felt wrong. Tonight, I intended to correct that through patience, discipline, or stubbornness.It lasted eleven minutes.Jasmine was standing under the overhead lights exactly where I had positioned her, one leg slightly forward and her chin tilted toward the window.The pose was perfect. The only problem was that I had stopped seeing it as a pose.My attention drifted from the graceful line of her throat to the soft swell of her breasts, barely contained by the pale pink bra she wore. The charcoal was between my fingers while the same familiar hunger spread slowly through me.The hunger had never really gone away. I’d simply learned how to bury it beneath sketches and careful instructions, convincing myself that putting her on paper gave the obsession somewhere harmless to go.Usually, puttin

JasmineI chose the campus coffee shop deliberately.It was crowded enough in the afternoon that there was almost no chance of being alone, but casual enough that asking Mia to meet me wouldn't immediately look suspicious. If anything, it could pass as an awkward attempt at repairing whatever remained of our friendship, at least, that was what I hoped she believed.I arrived ten minutes early and chose a table near the window, where students moved constantly between the counter and the entrance. My coffee was untouched in front of me while I checked the door every few seconds.My stomach had been coiling since morning. Part of me still couldn't believe I was doing this.Mia had been my best friend for years, and there had been a time when I could tell her anything without stopping to wonder whether the words would somehow be used against me later. Now, I was sitting in a coffee shop preparing to find out if she had been stalking me.The thought alone made bile threaten to rise from my

JasmineI saw them by accident.I was waiting for my coffee three doors down from campus when I glanced through the window and saw Jason sitting inside the café across the street.At first, I barely paid attention. Then the person sitting opposite him shifted, and my stomach dropped."Mia? What the hell?"I moved closer to the window. They sat at a small table near the back, their heads bent toward something between them.Mia had her phone in one hand, angled so Jason could see the screen, and he leaned closer, too close for two people who had simply bumped into each other.She swiped across the screen. Jason said something, and then she smiled.I stopped breathing for a second, then scoffed, shaking my head. There could be a perfectly normal explanation.They knew each other, and they had slept together. Perhaps they had started talking again, or maybe this had absolutely nothing to do with me.Then Mia swiped again, and Jason's expression changed. He reached for the phone, pulling i

JasonMia was starting to piss me off.For the third time that week, we were sitting in the same café with the same folder of photographs open on her phone, and for the third time, she was telling me we needed to wait.I didn't understand what the fuck we were waiting for when we already had enough. Pictures of Jasmine entering Jackson's studio late at night, of him coming out minutes after her—one from campus where his hand was resting at her waist, although the angle wasn't as clear as I would have liked.Put those beside what I'd seen in the lab, and even an idiot could figure out what was happening. Yet Mia kept scrolling through them like she was studying for a fucking exam."We should send them to Dean Whitmore."She didn't look up. "No."I stared at her. "That's it?""What else do you want me to say?""I want you to explain why we've spent weeks following them around if you're never actually going to do anything with what we find."That finally got her attention, and she lifted