Affair With Professor Novels & Stories

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?

It was her primary personality trait and honestly it was useful most of the time. "You heard?" she said before we had even properly sat down. "Heard what?" Zara said. Casey leaned in. "The old lecturer. Professor Haines." I set my coffee down. "What about him?" "Gone." Casey's eyes were wide. "As in, removed. As in, apparently it finally came out that he had been trading grades for… " she dropped her voice slightly even though the noise in the hall made it completely unnecessary, "... for sex from female students and for at least two semesters."

My heart sank. The message he’d been receiving… the one from the person threatening him, it had finally reached the board. Well, I thought, let’s see how this goes. “Welcome, Professor Larry,” the Managing Director greeted stiffly. “Thank you, Mr. Largatil,” I replied, just as coldly. He cleared his throat. “Information reaching us says you are having an affair with one of your students. How true is that?” The entire room went silent. I raised my head and met my boy’s gaze, his eyes were filled with fear.

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.

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.

"I wasn't planning to go to the newspapers with news about your disastrous one night stand anyways. But just so you know, you and the big, bad professor are definitely going to get horizontal again." "Eww." "He's hot. You could do much worse." She waggled her eyebrows. Professor Buford wasn't just hot, he was a work of art. Tall, lithe, with high cheekbones, perpetually messy hair, those intense grey eyes and the expensive looking clothes that tapered to his body. It was unfortunate that he was a grade A asshole. I understood that his career could be hurt if what we had done came out, but he didn't need to keep me quiet with threats.