Lahat ng Kabanata ng Masterpiece: The Professor’s One-Night Stand: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Jennie's POV Two days later “And when I’m fucking done with that asshole. I will hand his sorry, pathetic ass over to his snobby parents!” my best friend, Cara yells, and I can tell she means every word. “Cara, please don't do anything stupid” I say in a rough voice and burrow into the cold sheets. I can't even remember how the hell I was able to coherently text Cara to come get me that night. My best friend drove all the way from her house, showed up for me, and brought me to her house. I look like hell. Well, two days of disappearing from the world, non-stop crying, and hiding in your friend’s studio apartment can do that to you. My hair is uncombed and my heart is all over the place. My nose is pink from crying too hard, my chest hurts and my stomach aches, I haven’t moved from the bed in two days, and my brain keeps replaying what my boyfriend did to me. I can still smell the sex in the air, still see the shock in his face, and still hear him telling that woman that she's

Jennie's POV “You want to forget?“ he asks again and I nod twice. It's so hot that he wants my express consent. So attractive that he's paying attention to me this way.“Y-yes, please” I stutter and just before I can say anything else, his mouth crashes down on mine, and he is kissing me with hunger.His tongue slips into my mouth, thick, hot and domineering. He doesn't have to say a word to make me surrender to him.“Fuck” he curses and breaks our kiss to look at me with those piercing eyes.“You're sure you know what you are asking for, right?“ he asks again, gripping my waist hard enough that I feel his fingers dig into my skin.“Yes” I whisper and he claims my mouth for an even more scorching kiss, his hands slide down to cup my ass.I feel the heat of his touch seeping through my clothes as he squeezes, pressing me against his bulge. And even through his pants I can feel the weight of him.He's thick.With a moan I press my hands to his chest to push him away, I need him against

Jennie's POV I almost fall back on my ass as I watch my boyfriend—or ex-boyfriend? I'm no longer sure—watch me.His eyes are red-rimmed like he had cried all through the night. I take a step back with a hand over my chest. I don't know why, but I feel like I've just been caught cheating by him. I really don't know why, but I also feel guilt welling up inside my chest."Jennie—""Oliver—"We say each other's name at the same time and he holds his hands up as if to placate me. His brows are pulled together in a concerned look, a very soft look that wasn't there when I caught him in bed with that woman.Shit. What am I even doing standing here and looking at him like I'm the guilty person?I step back into the room and grab the cold handle of the door. I pull it towards myself and just before I slam it shut, Oliver grabs the handle on the other side of the door to stop it from closing."Jen...Jennie please listen to me, baby. Please just give me a minute, " he says to me and I scoff, tu

Jennie's POV Everything starts to buzz and blur as I watch him introduce himself to the class with that voice that drips raw masculinity. Just like that night, he looks irresistible but in a different way. He's dressed in a white shirt that stretches across his broad chest and is tucked into his pants. His hair is combed back, and dear God, he looks divine for a man who made me forget my pains by fucking me.Professor Moreau carries himself with the elegance and confidence of a man who knows who he is and what he's capable of as he paces the podium."I'll answer all questions, but first I need you all to stay silent and listen to me," he says and those words make my breath catch in my throat. He isn't even addressing me, yet, I'm starting to slick up and my brain has gone back to that night.I'm pressed up against the door, the music is thumping, his voice is low and commanding, I'm moaning, and he's devouring me."Are you listening to the professor?" Anna, the girl sitting next to

Jennie's POV I moan as his lips graze the top of my left breast. He has been teasing my nipple for a few seconds now and he isn't sucking it into his mouth yet. His skilled tongue circles the stiff bud and I arch my back in pleasure.My body responds to him so well that I'm sure I was made just for him.My body. My soul. Everything was made for this man to take.’Baby girl…you're perfect’ he says and I shudder in response, parting my legs for him. Just like he didn't touch my nipples, he also doesn't touch my drenched pussy. He runs his hand up and down my stomach, making quake for him but never giving me what I want.’Please…please…professor Moreau…mfgh’ I moan and suddenly my eyes snap open as I wake up.Oh. my. God.I'm having a wet dream of the professor while Oliver is spooning me from behind. I shrink into myself and bite my lips in shame. My boyfriend is still deeply asleep and unaware of how wet I am for another man.I'm such a horrible girlfriend.I move my body to get out o