Where Is The Primary Setting Of 'The Mister'?

Student x Teacher | Touch her and die | Steamy | Forbidden | Brother's best friend | Age Gap | Enemies to lovers | Badass FMC He hates her. She hates him. For a year already, Mr. Adkins has been cruel to Norali. Her teacher keeps failing her, keeps making comments to her and keeps her late in class. She can't seem to understand why he has such an aversion to her, but she has been equally as mean back. He is mean, strict and has every woman swooning for him. Except for Norali. The loathing in his eyes, the way his hands turn into fists and his jaw clenches every time he sets eyes on her is enough for her to see right through his good looks. Most of the time. But he is the only one teaching the subject. There's no escaping him. And that's exactly how Jace likes it. Norali is his. His to hate, his to desire... His to own. He is in every way a control freak but only wants to have complete control of one person... His student who doesn't listen. He hates her. A sexy teacherXstudent book which will have you on the edge of your seat! Fun, forbidden, light-hearted and full of sexual tension.

Professor... Harder! Oww! I’m going to cum,” I cry out, throwing my head back as I moan loudly. “You keep moaning my name with that cherry lips of yours and I will slid my dick in it,” he says hushing me down. I should lower my voice; we could risk students finding my professor fucking me in the school’s girls bathroom or I can get freaky and cum. Increasing his pace, I part my lips on a sweet moan as Matteo slips two of his fingers into my mouth, making me suck his fingers to shuffle down my voice. Pressing his body to mine so that I breathe in his fresh cologne, he whispers in my ears, “Cum for me, Red.” With quivering legs, I gush out warm liquids from my pussy as I pant, sucking gently on his fingers. **** Want to know what’s better than running away from an abusive father who is trying to kill you? It’s running into the arms of a man who would kill to keep you safe. I only had two wishes in life, face the big city and find a man to pop my damn cherry. The only problem is, I am surviving in this city, but the man happens to be my History Professor with a freaky mafia background. I don’t want to be a sex toy to a man who has a future ruling an empire where I am not involved, or am I more than just a Red fling to him? Dive in to read Arlette and Matteo’s twisted forbidden romance.

Alessa Sullivan, a 20-year-old orphan, counts Giulia De Luca as her best friend from college. Giulia is the daughter of a rising Italian tycoon in Washington. After losing her parents, Alessa lives on campus with the help of a scholarship she receives from the government. At the end of the year, there's always a party involving the students and their families, and during one such event, Alessa meets a charming man. Despite their age difference, he is not intimidated and offers her the best of what he has to give. Mattias De Luca, having lost his wife, hasn't had any long-term relationships since her death. With his daughter now in college, he was not looking to remarry. However, during a graduation party, he bumped into an attractive woman and ended up having a tryst with her in the school library. When he discovers the identity of the woman, the weight of his conscience and his concern for his actions lead him to accept his daughter’s invitation to have her friend move in with them. A romance with an age difference... An innocent girl who falls in love with her friend’s father... An experienced man who will show her how a woman should be treated…

When Iris loses everything due to her father’s reckless decisions, she’s forced to leave behind her old life and move into the home of her dad's mysterious childhood friend, Jackson Kim. Expecting nothing but discomfort in an unfamiliar place, Iris instead finds herself drawn to the quiet charm of their new home and dangerously captivated by the man who owns it. "Who was the guy who dropped you off today?" he asked when I stopped giving him any attention. I ignored him as if I hadn’t heard. "I’m asking you something," he pressed, clearly irritated by my silence. I said nothing. He’d had enough. Grabbing my shoulders, he spun me around to face him. His eyes locked onto mine, sharp and intense. I caught a flicker of jealousy in them and somehow, that made me feel a little better. "I said, who is the guy?" he demanded again. I held his gaze for a few seconds before replying nonchalantly, "Someone my age. Didn’t you tell me to find someone my age instead of going after a man yours?"

When Lacy tries to break of her forced engagement things take a treacherous turn for the worst. Things seemed to not be going as planned until a mysterious stranger swoops in to save the day. That stranger soon becomes more to her but how will their relationship work when her fiance proves to be a nuisance? *****Dylan Reed only has one interest: finding the little girl that shared the same foster home as him so that he could protect her from all the vicious wrongs of the world. He gets temporarily side tracked when he meets Lacy Black. She becomes a damsel in distress when she tries to break off her arranged marriage with a man named Brian Larson and Dylan swoops in to save her. After Lacy and Dylan's first encounter, their lives spiral out of control and the only way to get through it is together but will Dylan allow himself to love instead of giving Lacy mixed signals and will Lacy be able to follow her heart, effectively Reading Mr. Reed?Book One (The Mister Trilogy)

I step into his office, and he is already waiting behind the desk. His amber eyes lock onto mine the moment I enter—deep, intense, and unreadable, as if he is trying to reach something buried beneath everything I refuse to show. “You can’t work under me anymore, Ms. Robinson,” he says calmly. His voice is steady, controlled. Too controlled. I tilt my head slightly, pretending indifference. “Are you firing me, sir?” The word feels unfamiliar on my tongue, even now, like it carries a distance I’m not used to acknowledging. He exhales slowly and stands from his chair, closing the space between us just enough to make it harder to breathe. “I can’t continue pretending you don’t know what I want,” he replies. My fingers tighten at my side. I force myself to look away. “You know it’s not possible,” I say quietly. “You’re married.” And just like that, everything shifts. Because I know this conversation. I’ve lived it in silence long before today. Four years ago, he left to study abroad. He promised he would come back. He promised that what we had wasn’t over. So I waited. I built my life around that promise, holding on to the belief that love like ours didn’t simply end—it paused, it endured, it survived distance. We were each other’s first love. Or at least, I thought we were something that would never be replaced. But when he returned, he did not return alone. He returned as someone else’s husband. Now he stands in front of me again, no longer the boy I once knew, but a man shaped by time, choices, and consequences I was never part of.