Lahat ng Kabanata ng Secretly Married To Her Professor : Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

MOONI ran out of the closet like my ass was on fire, without looking back, and headed straight into the bathroom. All of my toiletries were already set in place like they belonged there from the beginning.I made a mental note to thank the women from last night as I went about my business while also conducting a serious mental calculation in the process.This was an opportunity I simply couldn't pass up. If I got to leave the house with him, perhaps understand what he did in his free time, maybe I'd have a proper plan to get him to want me.Nobody, other than my parents has ever wanted me, so I wasn't sure how exactly I was going to pull it off.After my shower, I walked out of the bedroom to find that he was no longer in it, not in the walk in closet either, and thank God for that because I rummaged through my clothes like a fucking madwoman, looking for something appropriate that didn't consist of thigh length dresses and skirts and tops with questionable necklines.After what felt

CILLIANI felt her eyes on me.The silence that descended the second my shirt was fully off me felt oppressive, the air different. I should have turned around, because I knew I was foolishly curious.The urge to see those eyes, to see that face, to see what she thought of me, what she thought of it was almost uncontrollable. My grandmother had talked my ears off when she saw my tattoo for the first time, it didn't fit the image she had of me, the one she was so desperately trying to create...but this tattoo was a reminder of who I truly was, what she couldn't erase no matter how many suits and mansions and galas I attended as her grandson.I pondered on what Aphrodite might've thought of it, I shouldn't have but I did.My oldest friends and my brother would tell people just how much self-control I had in every situation.Ronan sometimes called me a robot who could never be tempted, the last time some celebrity had chosen to register at our gym.Ronan would lose his shit if he saw the

I didn't see her for the rest of the day and that was exactly how it should have been.Instead I acted on an urge I so desperately wished I could ignore.The attic studio had been abandoned for the entire year I've been here, since I stopped painting.I had set it up when I first moved in because it felt like the responsible thing to do, giving the impulse somewhere to go so it wouldn't crawl out somewhere worse. But the impulse never came, my fingers always stiffened up and refused to cooperate with my mind and my mind was mostly as blank as the canvas.It wasn't just shame that made me stop painting...it was the fear of what I could create if I ever picked up a brush again.Yet, I stood there in the regularly cleaned studio and it felt as if my mind was screaming at me to create, to make colors breathe on the blank canvas.I didn't bother turning on the overhead light, just the lamp in the corner, and I set up a canvas without looking at it too directly because looking at it directl

MOONWhen Professor Anastasia had given us the directions to Cillian's office today at the assembly, I didn't expect I would be in it only hours later.We were supposed to be here if we had inquiries about the competition or wanted him to help us pick a mentor. I had made a mental note to stay away from his office when it was announced. Cillian had given a stern warning on the first day and I intended to stick to it.Despite my priorities changing, school was important to me, this degree was important to me and I couldn't do anything that would jeopardize that.Even if he looked like the embodiment of professional sin, shoulders so broad they looked perfect beneath that vest and dress shirt. His expensive looking coat hung on a rack right beside his chair and he sat behind his wide, mahogany desk, leaning forward from his chair as I came in.The rest of the office was rather simple, like he didn't bother to fill in the space much, just like his bedroom. A dark wooden bookshelf filled

MOONSleep was a joke.His scent was everywhere, soaked into the sheets, the pillow, the air itself, wrapping around me until my skin was burning and my brain had exactly one thing on it. He came home late, slipped into the bedroom quiet, settled on his far edge of the bed. I kept my eyes shut. Every nerve in my body pulled toward him anyway, toward his warmth, his breathing, the specific weight his presence put into the air between us. A stupid, humiliating part of me wanted him to say something.He didn't.When I came fully awake he was already gone. His side of the bed was cool. The bathroom smelled faintly of his body wash. I lay there for a full minute breathing it in like the idiot I was.His class had been pushed back half an hour. My stomach did something embarrassing that I shut down immediately.The cafeteria coffee tasted like it had been brewed from regret. I stood at the counter staring into my cup, betrayed, Felix appearing beside me with his own, taking one sip, pulling