Affair With Professor Novels & Stories

"What?" "Three years ago, when he was in college. A professor ended up fired and blacklisted after Aiden accused him of harassment. Turned out the professor was having an affair with Aiden's girlfriend at the time." My heart started pounding. "How do you know this?" "I was investigating Whitmore Enterprises for an unrelated story when I found court documents. The professor tried to sue but the case was buried. Sealed records. Someone paid a lot of money to make it disappear." "Who?"

We laughed and then my eyes fell on my hottie professor. He's looking at us suspiciously. "Now I want more details about your master professor." As Anu said excitedly, I looked at her. "Wait, first let me message him." She nodded and I typed the message. Me: You won't believe it that Anu and Cabir are also in a BDSM relationship My hottie Professor: It would be unbelievable for you, but I had already doubt on them. Me: What? How?

I groan and gulp my whole drink. " Does she want you? I mean after six months ago and she turning out to be your professor." " Maybe. Maybe not." " Hmm." Corey nods and reaches for his own drink. " You know this is frowned upon right? You can't have any sexual relationship with your professor. You gonna get into trouble and you'll get her into trouble too." I don't fucking care. I just want to make her mine. Officially mine. " I think if you care this much about her you should forget six months ago never happened."

seeing the fabled Professor Reed. Some students smudged my reputation and whispered that I was sleeping with him to get good grades, that it was inappropriate — and possibly illegal. Others were terrified of me. Maddie had supposedly let it slip, when drunk no doubt, that I’d been involved in “some scary shit.” People parted in the hallways in front of me. People fell silent while I walked into rooms. I embodied both fascination and fear., Only Maddie treated me normally. She had forgiven me once I told her everything, or all that I could tell her without putting her at further risk.

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.

Not the usual sexual kind, but the odd and uncomfortable one. “You look tense,” I tried, forcing a light tone. “Long night?” No response. He didn’t even glance at me. So I tried again, teasing, “You know, ignoring people is bad manners, Professor.” Still nothing. Just the faint clink of glass as he set his wine down. Something about his silence unnerved me more than if he’d yelled. And before I could stop myself, I blurted out, “I heard you and Declan arguing.” That made him freeze.

I was shocked to hear this news. Max and Professor Xander had an affair in her office? I stared at Max, wide-eyed and unable to comprehend such a scandalous revelation. Professor Xander was Max's PhD advisor and a respected professor in the finance department at Johnsonville University. She was a widow, over twenty years older than Max.

“A few times, I was in a bad mood, and Rite found out. She questioned me, and I had no choice but to tell the truth. Rite also felt it was unfair. She said that a good man like me, why did your family look down on me? Why didn’t your family cherish me? Why did the professor look down on me?” Julian paused, glancing at me with a twisted grin. “Especially after that old professor found out that Ivy and I were having an affair in the office, he pointed his finger at me and called me a beast, shameless, saying trash like me isn’t worthy of his precious daughter.” My eyes widened. “What?” I whispered, unable to mask my shock.

Ahead stretched the red carpet, short but feeling endless, lined with reporters and paparazzi whose voices were already sharpening into knives. A woman raised her phone, her voice sharp and loud enough for the nearby cameras. “Sources say she was his professor. And she left her husband for her student.” Another sneered, “Is it true he was barely legal when the affair began?” I didn’t flinch. Head held high, spine straight, just like my mother had drilled into me since childhood. No one knew the truth behind those rumors. No one saw the long nights I had spent studying, the terror I had buried deep inside, the way Ryan had saved me as much as I had saved him.

“Dangers?” He nodded. “It’s not unheard of for professors to be accused of being attracted to students. I’ve heard some rumors about you and Miss Thatcher already—I believe it was Professor Richards who implied that you two may have had an unsavory relationship. Not that I’m accusing you of such a thing, of course; you seem to have a logical head on your shoulders, and…” “Forgive me, Professor Lovelace, but I’d appreciate it if you got to the point,” I said a bit shortly, although not unkindly.