Babysitting The Professor Son Novels & Stories

she let out. "Oh, sorry, my bad, I thought Mr. Blake is your father," the professor said. " Yes he is, he is my guardian," Faith said. " Thank you, Ms. Faith, " The professor said. " Faith....., " Steve whispered. Faith takes her seat back and opens her book. "Don't be scared and confused, I am here to help you," he let out with a wink. "I am not confused, and scared, and I don't need your help," Faith said.

Perhaps they are thinking they will be able to do the same. They are mistaken. “You’ve only chosen two classes for next semester,” the professor says as he wipes away at his bottom lip. He glances down at the swell of her belly, and I watch as he swallows. Blood rushes to his cheeks, and I would bet my every dime I have that his cock is hard behind the desk. I won’t stand for this blatant disrespect. “Daddy and I are expecting our first baby, and I wanted to take light classes until then. Afterwards, I plan on taking a year off.”

She spat before turning around and heading for the door. “And you should come back from school earlier, we are going to be having a visitor. Okay?” She glanced at me and I quickly nodded. Once she was gone, I sighed and sat well on the floor. Tears ran down both sides of my cheeks but I wiped it quickly. Time was far spent and I would be late for the second class, The Professor already hates me. I rushed to my dad’s room with his breakfast. As usual, Dad was seated on the bed, looking into space. He usually said nothing. Dad hasn't said a word since he got into this accident which incapacitated him. The doctor never said that he couldn't speak though.

All of my students loved me, and seemed to love my teachings. When the first year ended and the second year began, I was not prepared for the influx of young girls, students, throwing themselves at me. I was disgusted. It's an unspoken tradition at this school that every professor would end up sleeping with a student by the end of their second year teaching. That didn't happen with me. The students we have here, or at least the ones I end up teaching, are all spoiled rich kids. The girls are bratty, and not in the way I like.

"And don't call me Professor outside the hospital. It makes me feel so old. Just call me by my name, so I don't age any longer." I laughed at his remark. Kenji was a pleasant person, with his Professor title and position. "Okay, err... Kenji," I said hesitantly, but I worked up the courage. "Do you want to come in?" Kenji looked at me. "Do you want to go?" "Yeah," I said quickly. "To pick up my son from his mentor's house. But, I'm not in a hurry." "Ah, you already have a son," Kenji muttered. "I guess if I stop by, you'll be in a hurry, so I better not. Come on, I'll accompany you downstairs. I happen to need to meet the building administrator."

Hiding behind a tree, I watched as Professor Farid Reign and his son left the house and got into their car. I followed them at a safe distance, blending into the morning traffic. He dropped his son off at the private high school, giving him a quick hug before heading to the university. I trailed him, my heart racing with anticipation. There was definitely something strange about this Professor and I was elated to find out. I didn't pack my car in the student parking lot. I followed him to the staff park, then packed a few cars away from him. I watched as he stepped out of his old Honda, and began knotting his tie, his movements slow and confident.

Will she really be seeing them all the time, as far as she knows, two of them are her professors. "Good morning. My name is Alistair King. I will be your professor for this year. You may only call me Professor King, and if I call on you, the reply is Sir, nothing else. Now in this class, I want contribution, utmost respect for me and eachother. This class is going to be difficult and if you feel like you can't handle it, walk out now. I will not be dealing with complaints at the end of any test or exams. Assignments will be given at the end of the week, individually or in groups, and every mark counts."

"What? Are you afraid that I might eat you up?" I swallowed hard as filthy images flashed in my mind. "Relax, kitten." When I looked at him through the rearview mirror, I caught a glimpse of a dirty smirk on his face. "I don't bite," he said. Liar. We'd always related well within the academy walls. But this was different. I was literally heading into his territory. What kind of school allows the students to sleep outside the dorm? "Did you notice? Professor Storm wanted the exact same books you took," Professor Hale suddenly uttered, pulling me out of my frenzied thoughts.

“None of the women in the room seemed to be one.” “I’ve had the same apprentice for two years now, and I’m not currently looking for anyone else,” the professor replied. “And no, they weren’t my assistants. The shorter one is my granddaughter, and the taller one is Dr. Benson’s assistant.” “Will your apprentice be teaching any classes?” “Not yet—he’s still in university himself. Any other questions, or shall we begin?” “Is your granddaughter dating anyone?” someone boldly asked, and the room erupted in laughter. “Last I heard, there is a lucky guy, yes,” the old man chuckled. “Though I doubt that would be an advantage for a student of mine.” More laughter followed.

The call ended. Sofia would never realize I was only pretending to go along with her while stopping her from coming over. She wasn’t smart at all. Too easy to fool. That was exactly why her parents watched her so obsessively. Out in the living room, the professor sat focused on his phone. His fingers moved rapidly across the screen like he was texting someone. That curiosity returned again. The same dangerous curiosity that might one day turn me into a submissive little cat beneath this man. “Disgusting. Never happening.”