All Chapters of Stuck In My Professor's Bed : Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

Trigger warning *Smut* Emilia Jones's pov “What the hell is this?” The words left my mouth before I even fully stepped into the room. My hand still gripped the doorknob like it could somehow rewind the last five seconds. Mandy’s bedroom smelled like sweat and sex. And right there, in the middle of it all, was Mike. My Mike, with nothing but bare skin, hips moving as he buried his cock deep inside my cousin-Mandy like he belonged there. Mandy’s legs were wrapped around his waist. She had the guts to wear the anklet I got her for her 18th birthday last year. How shameless. Her perfectly manicured nails dug into his back. His face was buried in her neck, the same way he used to bury it in mine. For a second I just stood there, feeling my own heart slamming so hard I thought it might crack my ribs.Was this fair? Did I deserve this pathetic betrayal? Especially that the loan shark’s threats still rang in my ears from twenty minutes ago. “Pay by Friday or we take someth

Emilia Jones I stared at the business card in her hands for what felt like.hours. Dad didn't even step in to shut this whole thing down. I took the card with shaky hands and turned it over twice like the other side might suddenly explain everything. It didn’t. Mom only nodded like this was the answer she had been waiting for all along. “This is the only way left, and he will hand you a contract to sign...Don't refuse. Save this family,” she said. “You will make thousands. That’s what they pay for the full arrangement. Enough to clear everything and keep the house in a year.” My stomach dropped. “And I should do what exactly?” She wouldn’t look at me. “You already know. Don’t make me say it out loud.” I did know. The second the words left her mouth I knew. This wasn’t some office job or modeling gig. This was dirty work. “No,” I said. The word came out sharp. “I’m not doing that. There has to be another way.” Dad’s voice came from the doorway. “There isn’t. You alrea

Emilia Jones (The same morning) I sat in the front row of the lecture hall with my notebook open and a pen that hadn’t moved in five minutes. The professor hadn’t arrived yet. Students filled the seats around me, talking in low voices, scrolling on their phones, laughing at things that felt a million miles away from the mess inside my head. Getting this degree was the only way out for me to get a better life, if I have to keep my family off my back. I kept convincing myself that the thrill of sleeping with him could replace the betrayal Mike planted into my heart. Charlotte dropped into the seat beside me like she had been waiting all morning for this exact moment. Her brown hair bouncing as usual. She had always been the pretty one, the one who actually went to parties and stood out in the crowd. I was shocked she was even my best friend, most people wouldn't look twice at me. Her bag hit the floor with a soft thud. She turned sideways in her chair and stared straight at

Emilia Jones The whole class snickered when Prof Charles snapped at Mandy. The second she sat and he cleared his throat, everyone stayed silent. I couldn’t help but stare in shock at how much authority and power the man was oozing out. If anything, I bet no one messes with him. My fingers tightened around my pen. When the class proceeded, Charlotte tapped my shoulder lightly and spoke in a silent whisper, barely audible. “Serves her right, who does it in class,” she snickered. I chuckled a little, biting down the unwanted jealousy I felt after Mandy’s pathetic little act. My shoulders loosened just a fraction. “You’re crazy.” I said, then lowered my head. I could see endless texts from Mom about Grandpa. I didn’t reply to any of them. Like a magician, Charlotte chipped in again and asked, “Emy, what’s wrong? Seriously?” I didn’t look into her eyes. I didn’t want her seeing how pathetic I probably looked at the moment. My gaze stayed fixed on the desk. “Nothing.” I

Emilia Jones I wiped the last traces of evidence from my fingers, buttoned my shirt with careful precision, and checked my reflection one final time in the bathroom mirror. My cheeks still held a faint flush. My eyes looked too bright. I forced my expression into something neutral, something bored, something that belonged to a student who had simply felt unwell and nothing more. Then I walked back. The corridor felt longer than usual. Every step toward the lecture hall tightened the knot in my stomach. I could still feel the phantom pulse between my legs, the lingering heat that refused to fade completely. I kept my shoulders straight and my chin level. No one needed to know what I had just done. No one could know. When I pushed the door open, the low murmur of the class dipped for half a second. Heads turned. I kept my gaze fixed on the floor as I moved down the aisle toward my seat. The air felt heavier under so many eyes. I slid into my chair beside Charlotte without l