All Chapters of My Sister's Boyfriend is My Lecturer : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

(HALLE’S POV)The last day of the first week in this new semester, and I woke up late—AGAIN!Can I believe I turned off the eleven alarms I had set the previous night?I just wish this school would at least assign a roommate to me, and she must be a light sleeper. She must be nice and well-behaved, too. My previous roomie from last semester was the worst.I had just two lectures today and was already halfway through the first by the time I woke up, so I might as well just skip it. Mrs. Evelyn was taking it, and she’s not the best at what she does.A ping from my phone snapped me back from my internal monologue. It was a message: *‘Hi gal… where you at? Your fav lecturer just left,* followed by a smiley emoji and a confused one.That is Mitch, my best friend, and he has always had my back right from junior high. Mitch is openly gay, and I couldn’t be more proud of him considering how religious and conservative his family is towards people of color.*‘Oh, shut up, big mouth, and that w

(HALLE’S POV)“Miss… you’ve been bailed. Your materials will be given to you after you sign the document the secretary hands you. Also, next time, stay out of trouble,” a female police officer said to me as she unlocked the cuffs behind my back.“Thanks, ma’am,” I responded, walking out of the holding area feeling filthy and stupid.I reached the secretary’s section and saw him—Mr. Damon.He was wearing denim shorts and a tight-fitting, sleeveless shirt, making his broad shoulders and physique nearly match the biggest police officer in the station—only he wasn’t in uniform. He was the one who had bailed me out.“Hey… your sister’s pissed, and you’ve got a lot of explaining to do,” he said sternly.I sighed and went on to sign the documents while gathering my few belongings.“I’ll be in the car,” he said, walking out before I could reply or look at him properly. My very first party, and I had gotten arrested. Sucks.I gently opened the car’s back door and slipped inside.“Come to the f

(MR. DAMON’S POV)Our heads snapped toward the sudden noise. A couple getting overly hands-on had lost their balance, attempting to use a restroom door for support. The cheap wood gave in, splintering and breaking right off its hinges. Alix and I exchanged wide-eyed glances before bursting into laughter.The suffocating tension had instantly been broken.“Let’s go to my place. I can call a cab,” I suggested, hastily tucking my throbbing cock back into my jeans and adjusting my shirt to conceal my rigid bulge just as Alix frantically smoothed down her dress.“Okay… you do that. I’ll go grab our bags from the table,” she said, and we bolted out of the restroom.I hurried toward the bar’s exit while dialing a cab on my phone. From the doorway, I could see Alix trying to explain things to a slightly drunk Helen and a completely wasted Banny as she attempted to yank my bag out from under Banny’s heavy arms. Banny just let out a loud, sloppy laugh, gave a thumbs-up, and staggered off toward