Novel & Cerita Affair With Professor

She started. " Yes, judging from my appearance, I may not look the prayer and fasting part but that part is true. After everything, we found out he's been a victim of the rampant kayanmata shenanigans." She paused as a series of whispers and murmurs grew all over the hall. " Right now, you might be wondering what this had to do with you girls but he was only able to confess that his affair was with a student." All hell went loose as murmurs and snide talks were on the uprise.

Fauna suddenly seemed pale. “Do you think I still care about Professional Ethics, Miss Ramirez?” he coldly asked Fauna. His eyes were as cold as ice when he defiantly stared at my best friend. “I don’t care if I go against anything, break or lose anything. If it means I could be with the woman I love, I will risk everything I have.” Professor directly said. No more twists and turns. I could no longer restrain myself. I threw myself at Professor Fortez and hugged him tightly from his back. I loving kissed his temple and right cheek before I confess my feelings for him.

But those attempts quickly realized they could never compete with the professor's loyalty to his work. When he looked at Isa, he could see it. Her eyes were dark... brown like a barren forest in a frigid, snowless winter night. Yet amidst the trees was a flame. It was the same spark Isa saw in her professor that now plagued her fantasies. The sin, immorality, corruption of it all... No. She's a student. The relationship between a professor and student should always remain chaste. Although if we lived in a lawless society, Theodore would have Isa's hands bounded and her ass branded with his belt.

He reached over and grabbed the stack of papers. Her heart skipped a beat and she got a good whiff of his cologne. The both of them stared at each other, a form of heat expanding around them. It wasn't until the door opened that professor Thompson finally pulled away. "Well, Ms.Moore, thank you for lending a hand. I will see you next class and hopefully you're early next time." The man held out his hand and glanced at the person that stepped in. It's Mrs.Laime, she's a Spanish professor. "Oi dios mio. I'm sorry, I didn't know anyone was inside." She chuckles nervously.

I asked, and the grave look on Vera's face was enough to tell me that something was wrong. “Spill it!” I rasped, and Vera slammed her phone on the table. “Have you seen the news?” Vera asked, and I was shocked as I looked at the professor in shock. “What news?” I asked in shock. “About you and the professor having an affair! It's all over the country,” she said, and my phone dropped from my hand in shock. “What!” I screamed. Vera shoved the phone in my face, and I was shocked to see the video of the professor and me having sex in his office. I ran out of breath as I watched the video with our blurred faces, but I knew people could tell that it was us.

The next morning, I sensed something was off the moment I arrived at the university. Clusters of students on the walkway lowered their voices and whispered when they saw me, their eyes scanning me like I was some rare spectacle. I frowned, pulled out my phone, and opened the campus forum that had just pushed a notification. The top post bore a flaming "HOT" label: [Shocking: Top Professor Allegedly Having Affair with Female Student—Placed Her in Cutting-Edge Research Group and Covered Up Multi-Million-Dollar Equipment Damage!] The post was detailed, painting a vivid picture.

It is Claire's response that surprises her even more. “I have always been good for you. Today is no different, especially not with our midterms coming up,” she responds in a sultry tone. Raven curls her lips in disgust. They were having an affair, and that too, for a while it seems. Raven wishes she does not hear the rest of their activities, but she does, painfully so. The professor's grunts and Claire's high-pitched moans, yelling and begging for more and she blocks her ears with her hands underneath the table where she had hidden, pleading in her heart for them to reach their climax.

I sat back in the cushy, leather booth just as the appetizers arrived. “So?” Rachael pressed. “What did he say?” “He’s on a date,” I replied, confusion seeping from my tongue. It made sense on just about every level for my professor, a man whose only contact with me should have been in the classroom, to be on a date with a woman who wasn’t me. But inside, where my cells were being made and my blood was pumping, it felt wrong. I felt wrong. I picked up a fry and chewed it with enough force to make myself feel better. I punished that fry, because I couldn’t exactly bitch to my friend that my professor was sleeping with so

His gaze landed on her, but he showed no reaction, merely continuing his lecture as if nothing had happened. Heather kept listening to the gossip. Another student jumped in to defend him. "That's ridiculous. The professor is a normal guy. I've even heard that he has a fiancée abroad. Rumor has it that she's an heiress with serious connections."

she pointed out, and I realized it was true. I stared as the lecture unfolded, my mind diverting to so many places while I scoffed at my own thoughts. I stopped at the cafeteria to grab takeout before stepping out of college. I noticed his gaze on me; however, I didn't look at him. A guy passed by me and an idea formed. I grabbed the stranger while giving him the best French kiss I had mastered. I watched as his face turned red, but he couldn't quite do anything, he was my professor. He was my professor , he wasn't supposed to interfere nor was he supposed to have an affair with a student.