Alle Kapitel von The Professor’s Trap: Kapitel 1 – Kapitel 6

Hala stood frozen in the middle of the crowded hallway, her breathing ragged, eyes glued to the horrifying line on her phone screenDr. Yousef: I am Dr. "Grumpy Pants" Yousef himself.Smacking her forehead in utter disbelief, her brain completely short-circuited. She darted her eyes up to the massive wall clock mounted further down the corridor.8:53 AM.Her dead battery of a watch had set her up! The damn thing was running fifteen minutes fast, making her think she was doomed when class hadn't even started. Dr. Yousef had been lounging in his plush office, sipping his hot coffee in total composure, casually laying out a trap while she walked right into it.Panicking, her fingers trembled furiously as she scrambled to type a responseHala: Dr. Yousef?! MY DOCTOR?!Then came the second blow. A harsh system message flashed across her screen(Message delivery failed. You have been temporarily blocked by the user).Five minutes felt like an eternity. The campus bell chimed, and students

The second her class ended, Hala bolted out of the lecture hall to grab coffee and make a run for Dr. Yousef’s office.By the time she reached his door, it was 3:00 PM.Pushing the door open softly, she was immediately enveloped by the office’s warm, dim lighting. The heavy blinds were partially drawn, draping the room in a quiet, intoxicating spell. Yousef was sitting behind his desk, reviewing paperwork. But the moment she entered, he raised his dark, intense gaze, locking onto her with a warmth so sharp it robbed the air right out of her lungs.Hala closed the door slowly behind her, her pulse hammering in sync with her light, hesitant footsteps. His eyes tracked every micro-movement of her hands as she carried the coffee cup toward him."Your coffee, Doctor..." she murmured, her voice barely a whisper. She set the cup down on the edge of the desk and tried to take a step back, but his deep, velvety voice cut her off."Come closer, Hala... Coffee shouldn't be served from a distanc

That night, after hours of fighting a internal war between the fear of her family and his suffocating charm, Hala made her decision. With trembling hands, she picked up her phone and typed a response that blended feminine pride with a provocative challenge—determined to prove she wasn't an easy catch:Hala: Interrupted kisses don't get finished, Doctor.. They get forgotten! And tomorrow's coffee date ends strictly at the office door. Goodnight. ☕️😉She sent the text and tossed her phone aside, her heart hammering against her ribs like a war drum—unaware that her defiance only fueled Yousef’s burning desire to tame her pride!The following morning...The lecture hall was packed to capacity. Hala sat in the middle row beside Dima, attempting to focus, but her eyes kept tracing Yousef as he paced the room with his signature authority, wearing a sleek black fitted shirt that accentuated his broad, muscular chest.The real surprise, however, was his behavior throughout the entire hour.H