All Chapters of My Sister's Boyfriend is My Lecturer : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

(HALLE’S POV)The world blurred into a dizzying spin of streetlights and shadows as Mr. Damon carried me effortlessly up the walkway to his front porch. My arms were locked tight around his thick neck, my face buried in the crook of his shoulder, inhaling the intoxicating mix of his sweat, expensive cologne, and raw male heat.He didn't bother fishing for his keys gently. He kicked the front door shut behind us with a heavy, echoing slam that rattled the frames on the wall, immediately pressing my back flat against the solid oak wood.The lock clicked. We were entirely alone."Mr dam...",I started"call me by my name", he growled“Charles…” I breathed out, the name tasting forbidden and sweet on my tongue.“Say it again,” he growled, his voice a dark, rough vibration that sent a violent shiver straight down to my core. His hands gripped my thighs, hiking my legs up higher around his waist.“Charles,” I gasped, just as his mouth crashed down on mine again.There was nothing gentle or

(HALLE’S POV)I practically floated out of the science building, my body humming with a heavy, residual heat that made my knees weak with every step. My lips were bruised, my hair was an absolute mess, and I could still feel the phantom imprint of Charles’s heavy hands gripping my thighs.I was officially a terrible sister. I was crossing a line that could never be uncrossed. And God help me, I didn't care at all.When I pushed open the door to my dorm room, Brianna was sitting cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by textbooks and aggressively eating a bag of flaming hot Cheetos. She looked up, her eyes narrowing instantly as she scanned me from head to toe."Holy shit. Did you run a marathon, or did you just get a good fucking in a broom closet?" she asked, her mouth full.My face instantly burned a violent shade of crimson. "What? No! I was just… rushing back from a study session. The stairs in the science building are a nightmare."Brianna snorted, licking the red dust off her fin

(MR. DAMON’S POV)"Are you absolutely sure you don't want to come with me?" Alix asked, pausing by the front door to check her reflection in the hallway mirror. She adjusted the collar of her expensive beige trench coat, looking flawlessly put together."I'm sure, babe," I smiled, stepping up behind her and wrapping my arms around her waist, resting my chin on her shoulder. "You and Tasha haven't seen each other since she transferred to the downtown branch. You girls need your brunch time to gossip. Besides, I have a mountain of midterms to grade."Alix turned her head, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to my lips. She tasted like mint and her signature vanilla lip gloss. "You work too hard, Char. I'll be back around two, okay? Maybe we can order takeout and watch a movie.""Sounds perfect," I murmured smoothly.I stood in the doorway, watching her walk down the hall until she stepped into the elevator. The second the metal doors slid shut, my smile vanished.I walked back into my apart

(HALLE’S POV)I was sitting cross-legged on my bed, staring blankly at a chunk of Python code on my laptop, when my phone vibrated with an incoming FaceTime call.Alix.I took a deep, steadying breath. My mind instantly flashed to the hidden folder on my phone—to the explicit image of Charles standing naked in their bathroom, gripping his heavy, cum-slicked cock while Alix was in the very next room. A fresh, sickening wave of guilt tried to claw its way up my throat, but I forced it down, pasting on a neutral expression before hitting accept."Hey," I said flatly.Alix’s face filled the screen. She was sitting in the sleek, glass-walled breakroom of her insurance firm, wearing a pristine beige blazer. She looked immaculate, successful, and thoroughly pleased with herself."Hey. You look tired," she stated immediately, not bothering with a greeting. "Are you getting enough sleep, or are you staying out late getting into trouble again?"My jaw tightened. "I'm just studying, Alix. I have

(HALLE’S POV)The compilation finished in 0.8 seconds.I stared at the crisp, error-free output on the screen of my new MacBook Pro, my heart swelling with a potent mixture of pride and sheer, intoxicating adrenaline."Excellent work, Miss Reyes," Professor Mercer's sharp voice cut through the quiet hum of the computer lab. She was standing right behind my chair, peering over my shoulder at the code. "Your logic pathways are incredibly streamlined today. And I see you finally upgraded your hardware.""Yes, ma'am," I replied, a flush creeping up my neck. "An... unexpected grant came through.""Well, put it to good use. You have a natural aptitude for this. Don't waste it," she said briskly before moving on to the next student.I traced my fingers over the sleek black keyboard, a private, wicked smile pulling at my lips. Charles had given me this. While my mother and Alix constantly told me I was wasting my time in a male-dominated field, Charles had dropped three thousand dollars just