Novel & Cerita Academy's Undercover Professor Novel 353

A really bad dream. How do they expect me to teach and protect a man whom I've fucked? Of course they don't know we've had a thing six months ago. " Yes, that boy in that photo is Chase Newton. Your next big case. And you're going undercover as his physics professor. Why are you surprised? Are you okay?" Regina smirks as she scoffs. I turn to glare at her. I don't mind beating the shit out of her right in Bradford's office.

"Riley hacked your computer and made sure ads of The University of Miami popped up every time you were on the internet." "But you've been the English professor for three years? How did you know I was going to choose English Literature?" "We did our research on you, it was the most likely course to take, so I went undercover being the type of professor you'd want to be taught by. I needed three years to build a reputation."

He says, annoyance latched to his tone. What's his fucking problem? Tessa holds my hands and nods her head gently. I sigh and we both walk out of the door. "Why does he always keep lecturing?", I grimace. "Maybe he's a lecturer at this Academy?" Tessa replies. "Hmm. Maybe you're right." I think over it. I don't know half of the Proffesors here, except Professor Sheila. That brings me to the point… "What exactly do they teach here?" I ask.

It’s like they are stepping on me. I went up to the fifth floor and knocked on the faculty room. This sh*tty building doesn't even have an elevator, yet they charge us a hefty tuition fee every semester. Heh! When I knocked, someone opened the door. A tall, fair-skinned man with a thick brow, a pointed nose, and spectacles. A character typically found in a romance novel. But he has braces. Sir Mikhail Valderama. We’ll, I have one thing to say—I won’t be falling in love with this stupid-looking guy.

Seriously, what is happening to me? He turned around and walked to the whiteboard. He started writing on it after picking up the marker. I moved my head down. I don't want to look at him. He is making me crazy. "Oh, my god, Inaya. Our English professor is so hot." Anu whispered in my ear. "You can date him. I'm giving you the green signal." I glared at him instantly. She is saying nonsense. "What? Don't you find him hot?" She asked, raising her brows in shock. I think she has lost her mind. He is indeed hot but that doesn't mean I'll date my professor.

*placing the file on the table* (D) Is there anything else for me to do? (***) No, You can leave for now. ----------------------------------------- Hearing that the person who placed the folder went out shutting the door behind him leaving the woman in her thoughts. ----------------------------------------- (***) What type of person are you, Mr Mile? ----------------------------------------- Saying that she turned around exposing herself to us. Many of you must have already identified her. She is none other than Vineet Wright, the nerdy goody two shoes. She is not what she behaves like but the exact opposite.

************************* This story is about Student and Teacher relationship. Synopsis A Professor named John Gatchalian is secretly obsessed with his student named Myraquel Gonzaga. Prof. John intentionally dropped Myraquel grades. The only way she can pass and graduate is to have sex with her Professor.

“Can you shut up and let us eat in peace?” "Actually, I expect hospitality from you. I heard you are a professor. Is that true?” Shanon touched Anthony's thigh and gave him a code to stay calm. The thing Tessa wanted most was to screw them over. Shanon warned Anthony not to give the woman what she wanted. “I'm a professor in the economics department.” “Wow, cool. How about you, Jamie?” Smiling stiffly, Jammie answered with slightly forced calm. “I'm an architect.”

Don Antonio Moretti. THE END. Hi lovelies, first I would like to thank you all for giving Undercover a chance. This is my first time really writing a mafia style story. So please comment and leave reviews. I would really love to continue writing for this genre. So anything you liked or hated, please let me know so I can continue to grow. Thank you for the continued support. It really means so much to me. I love what I do and I love you all. Much love Becca Lou xx